Chapter 210: Famous Sword Chengying Through the Ages
The next day, Sister Yao's pass had not yet been issued, and several people had nothing to do, so Zhou Jingtian suggested going to the trading market.
By the way, I took a look at Gambling Stone. Lan Mei and Phoenix Girl had never seen it before and were very interested in it.
The largest jade trading market in Wa City is called Jiaowan, which looks like a Chinese vegetable market.
There was a huge crowd of people inside.
The finished products in the entire market are also a mixed bag, full of fakes, and they all rely on eyesight to distinguish them.
Several people walked into a stone betting shop.
There is almost no decoration, just raw stones and wool materials of various specifications are stacked on wooden shelves for buyers to choose.
Each piece of raw stone and wool has a price tag, ranging from a hundred yuan to a few thousand yuan for cheap ones, and tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands for expensive ones.
No one knows what lies beneath the woolen shell.
Betting on stones is all about heartbeat. It is possible to bet on a small amount and become a millionaire in a short time.
It is also possible to go from millionaire to pauper in a short period of time.
When Zuo Lanruo was introducing Lan Mei and Phoenix Girl, there was a burst of noise outside.
"Hey, did they really take the gamble?"
A buyer next to him said something and walked towards the noisy place.
Apparently, someone was betting on stones.
The very curious Phoenix Girl pulled Lan Mei and Zuo Lanruo and ran over.
Qin Fan and Zhou Jingtian looked at each other and followed suit.
A lot of people have gathered in the shop next to it.
It turned out that a piece of aniseed was going to be mined here, and Qin Fan judged that it would be at least a ton.
The woolen material had many large cracks on its surface. The buyer was a middle-aged man. He turned on a light to look at it and found that the surface was quite green.
I just don't know what's inside.
"Mr. Qin, how do you feel?" Zhou Jingtian asked in a low voice.
Qin Fan shook his head, and Zhou Jingtian understood immediately.
"Brother, can you tell just by looking at it?" Lan Mei asked curiously.
"Hey, feel it." Qin Fan smiled slightly.
"Tch, it's weird to believe you." Lan Mei thought Qin Fan was perfunctory and rolled her eyes.
"Haha, don't underestimate little brother Qin. The piece of violet he bet on back then was also so magical." Zuo Lanruo said.
At this time, several young and strong men worked together to move the piece of aniseed to the cutting table.
The machine made a harsh buzzing sound and began to cut.
The people watching around seemed to be hurting themselves, and were even more excited than the middle-aged people.
"It's going to go up! It's going to go up!" some people shouted.
It seems that this is a way to pray for the blessings of the gods.
The so-called cut increase means that the cut jade is of good quality and its value is higher than the purchase price.
At this time, someone shouted: "It's green!"
It turned out that where the machine cut, I could vaguely see a touch of light green.
Such a large raw stone is cut at high speed while being flushed with water to cool down.
The crowd watching was in high spirits and full of expectations.
Middle-aged people look calm and calm on the outside, but in fact they are also turbulent on the inside.
Accompanied by the expectant voices of the crowd of onlookers, "It's going up, it's going up."
It took dozens of minutes for the roar of the machine to stop.
"Not good!" Someone next to him exclaimed again.
Because from his angle, he could just see the unopened gap.
"Did it collapse?" someone asked.
Everyone's heart sank.
The cutting master stopped the machine and poured a ladle of water on the cross-section.
Suddenly, there was a sound of regret all around.
The cut side has been completely exposed. It is colored and colorful, but it is full of small cracks.
There is only one place where a bracelet can barely be found.
The other places with cracks are only enough to make some brands and beads.
"Mr. Qin, you are right again." Zhou Jingtian smiled.
"Sister Zuo, does this mean you have lost your bet?" Lan Mei asked.
"Definitely. In terms of texture, this piece of rough stone costs more than 200,000 yuan."
"But judging from the situation, there is only one bracelet, and the others can only be small items, which cannot be sold at the cost."
"Generally speaking, if the value after cutting is lower than the cost price, it means you have lost the bet, which is also called broken."
"This is pretty good. It always provides psychological comfort. Some of them are bought and cut open, but there is nothing inside."
Zuo Lanruo gave Lan Mei and Phoenix Girl some knowledge about gambling on stones.
"Well...it's heart-pounding enough." Lan Mei smiled.
"This is the charm of gambling on stones. Only when you cut it open can you know whether it is heaven or hell."
"Don't you use scientific instruments to detect it?" Phoenix Girl asked.
"Haha, there is currently no instrument in the world that can judge whether the inside is precious jade or waste material through this outer shell."
"Hehe, it's really crazy buying, crazy selling, and a group of crazy people are waiting!"
Phoenix Girl looked at the crowd with a smile and said.
She spoke so unscrupulously, which earned her a lot of looks.
"Let's go, let's go take a look at that store. Mr. Lan, I'm happy to participate. You might as well take a gamble." Zhou Jingtian said.
"By the way, why don't you bet on stones? Are you in the jade business?" Lan Mei suddenly asked.
"Haha, there are rules in the industry, I only buy them and do subsequent processing."
"Just like Sister Zuo, she only sells raw stones and rough wool. Even if the customer pays tens of millions for jadeite, she will not regret it."
"Oh, I understand. You have to know how to be content and always be happy. To be consistent and perfect is to follow each other's own path."
"That's right." Zhou Jingtian smiled.
Several people returned to the store where they started.
"Sir, how about I pick a piece?" Phoenix Girl was very interested.
"Don't give me any advice, I'm definitely luckier than that person!"
Seeing how confident she was, several people laughed.
Qin Fan didn't want to ruin her happiness, it was just for fun anyway.
"Okay, we won't talk, you make your own choice." Qin Fan said to Lan Mei again: "Sister Mei, do you want to give it a try."
"Forget it, I can't choose." Lan Mei waved her hand and refused.
At this time, Phoenix Girl had already selected a piece of raw stone wool.
Several people couldn't help but laugh when they saw it. Women are emotional creatures. Even when choosing raw stones and wool, they only choose what suits their eyes.
It is about the size of a small balloon, has a beautiful appearance, is light yellow, and has a very delicate skin.
Qin Fan put on a smile and said, "Yanni, are you sure?"
"Yeah! It's the most beautiful!"
Her words made everyone laugh.
The price tag for this piece of rough stone was 18,000 yuan. After some bargaining by Zuo Lanruo, the deal was finally sold for 5,000 yuan.
Qin Fan used WeChat to scan the QR code to pay, and then handed it over to the cutting master for cutting.
This kind of small material will be divided into two parts in a short time.
Rinse with a cup of water.
Phoenix Girl's eyes were as wide as glutinous rice balls, and she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
There is nothing inside, just a little trace of milky white.
"Ah...Sir, why is there nothing?"
She was full of confidence at first, but now she's like a balloon being punctured.
"Oh, 5,000 yuan is gone."
Then, she started to feel pain.
"How about it, good-looking things are not necessarily good things." Qin Fan joked.
Lan Mei and Zuo Lanruo both covered their mouths and snickered.
At this moment, Qin Fan's eyes suddenly saw a shelf in the corner.
A simple long sword is placed on top, and the scabbard is inlaid with a thumb-sized emerald.
He was slightly startled, then suppressed his inner excitement.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
The shop owner glanced at it and said, "The emerald I bought is a high-quality piece. Don't dare to pry it off. The sword may be too rusty to pull out."
"Boss, how do you plan to sell it?"
"50,000, if the little boss wants it, I will give you a preferential price of 48,000."
"It's a bit too expensive, and the emerald is not big. Let's do this. I'll give you 40,000."
"If you are willing, I will accept it. If not, forget it." Qin Fan said lightly.
The shop owner thought about it briefly and then agreed.
Qin Fan still scanned WeChat to pay, opened another shipping invoice, and held it in his hand.
Everyone thought Qin Fan was interested in the emerald.
Only the Phoenix Girl wouldn't think so. Ever since Qin Fan returned the soft silk finger-winding sword, he still didn't have a weapon he could take advantage of.
Qin Fan didn't say anything and it was hard for her to ask. After wandering around for a while, they returned to the hotel.
He closed the door and couldn't help being excited.
In the eyes of outsiders, this seems to be a very ordinary iron sword.
In fact, it was not the case. Under Qin Fan's eyes, the long sword carried a simple and distant aura, which was richer and more agile than any other piece of art.
He took it in his hand and tried it, but he couldn't pull out the sword.
With a thought in his heart, he gathered the power of merit into the palm of his hand and pulled it out with all his strength.
"Qiang!" The sound of Jin Ge came out.
It clearly feels like what is being pulled out is a sword, but all that is seen is the hilt.
Hold it in your hand and fly it a few times, and you can see the erratic shadow of the sword.
Looking at the wall again, there is a light projection, and a vague sword body can be vaguely seen.
He raised his hand to draw a graceful arc and waved towards the chair in the room.
I only heard a "click" sound in my ears.
Like a knife cutting through butter, the chair collapsed immediately when it was cut through it.
"Chengying Sword!"
Qin Fan was surprised. He did not expect that this eternally famous sword actually existed.
They are still living overseas, selling emeralds from sword scabbards in inconspicuous corners.