Lin Qiming stood relatively close and stared after hearing these words: "What did you say!"
Then he sneered with disdain: "I think you are just jealous of me! Jealous that I will be able to earn 10 million later, and you work so hard that you only get that little salary every month!"
The cutter stopped cleaning the stone and looked at him angrily: "How can you talk like this? I just muttered to myself, why are you still so energetic?"
Cutters like them don't just get paid every month.
Anyone who can become a cutter is someone who has learned the basics of stone gambling.
Otherwise, if you cut stones for others, if the good stones are damaged, you will lose all your money and cannot afford the compensation.
Therefore, anyone who has been a cutter for decades has a certain degree of vision.
When they work, they cut stones for others. When there are no customers, they will also choose some stones to cut themselves. Although they may not be able to produce particularly good ones, they can basically make a small profit.
Calculating it this way, being a cutter is two sources of income.
Everyone has a little wealth.
People who have been working as cutters for some years are even richer than those who come to gamble on stones.
"What's wrong with me?"
"I think you have pink eye!"
Lin Qiming yelled and cursed: "Hurry up and cut the stone for me, grind it from the edge, be careful! If it gets damaged by me, I want you to pay me for it!"
The cutter looked at the stone as big as a grapefruit in his hand: "Grind it from the edge? Are you crazy? Or am I crazy! If you grind such a big stone slowly from the edge, you won't be able to finish it until dark!"
What he actually wanted to say was such a big waste, but after all, people are competing with others, so it's not easy to get to the bottom of it directly.
As soon as the words came to my lips, I changed my words all the time.
“If you can’t finish grinding when it gets dark, you’ll just keep grinding when it gets dark!”
Lin Qiming rolled his eyes: "At worst, I'll take care of your dinner."
If he can get 10 million out of this stone, will he still care about the food money?
"You don't need to slowly grind the stone from the edge!"
After all, the cutter had been working for some years and was able to control his temper, so he said kindly.
Lin Qiming disagreed: "Whether it is necessary or not is up to you!"
He snorted coldly: "This stone can definitely produce good things, I want you to slowly grind it from the edge!"
There was sadness all around.
This store is quite kind, with many regular customers, and naturally many people know this cutter.
Everyone knows this cutter's kind temperament.
Seeing Lin Qiming being so arrogant at this time, someone murmured dissatisfiedly: "Why are you so arrogant? I will be dumbfounded when nothing comes out later."
"Don't say that, Lin Qiming got the best jade that day."
"What's wrong with opening a top-quality stone? It's just bad luck. When I look at it, this stone is not a good one, it looks like scrap."
When Lin Qiming heard this, he turned around angrily and shouted: "Shut up! You're going to ruin my good luck, and I'm not done with you!"
He roared, but the attitude of these people towards the stone he chose made him panic.
It's just that there are rules in this stone betting competition. Once you have chosen it, you cannot change it, otherwise you will admit defeat.
If he hadn't paid the money, he could still cheat, but the money had already been handed over to the boss, and there was someone guaranteeing it. If he wanted to replace the stone now, he would just admit defeat, and the boss would directly award Wan San a win.
Seeing this, Wan San's eyes were full of sarcasm: "Lin Qiming, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."
Otherwise, when the stones are mined, you will lose your life.
Lu Fang observed Lin Qiming on the surveillance camera and found it funny and sarcastic. How could such an idiot survive to this day? And her outstanding son died young at the hands of Yang Tian!