? There is no telling whether there is jade in such a large piece of wool, but it is a pretty good gimmick. There are no python patterns or pine flowers on the surface. It will undoubtedly take a lot of courage and courage to get this piece of material. Maybe the organizer
I never thought that this piece of material could be sold!
More than a dozen jewelers were shining flashlights on the woolen skin of the Big Mac, as if trying to find some clues. However, the results were disappointing. The thick weathered skin alone was not a flashlight.
If you see through it, you can only shake your head and give up in the end.
Xu Qing stood in front of the wool and calmed down. He blinked and cast his gaze towards the center of the wool. This big stone was made of wool, but it was completely white inside. When his eyes moved to the left, the expression on his face suddenly changed.
, couldn't help but hissed and took a breath of cold air.
What's weird, there is a twenty-centimeter-wide isolation strip in the middle of this big piece of wool, with green on both sides. Xu Qing's right eye dazzled when he saw it, as if he had entered a pure green ocean, and even his brain felt cool.
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I don’t know how the pure high-ice bright green jadeite was formed. Perhaps it can only be attributed to the miracle created by nature.
"Take it, you must win this giant piece of wool..." An eager voice shouted in Xu Qing's mind. If you win this piece of wool, you will be the biggest winner in this Burmese public sale.
Xu Qing took a deep breath, took out his notebook and wrote down the number of the Big Mac wool on it, marked three five-pointed stars on the bottom, and then wrote the number 20 million.
After recording, he turned around and left without any hesitation. The public auction lasted for twelve days, and there was plenty of time to bid. It would be bad to act too eagerly now.
As soon as the light rain stopped, Xu Qing looked up at the sky that was beginning to clear up. He felt a little hungry. He glanced at the huge exhibition hall but did not see Meng Shicheng and his wife. He thought to himself, a good horse never lacks grass.
, the living people have no food, anyway, there is a big ocean in the pocket, let's go outside to find something to fill our stomachs first.
After leaving the exhibition hall, Xu Qing felt like he couldn't find his way around. Everything was unfamiliar in this foreign land, so what about the warriors in the land? They couldn't speak the Dian language either.
In fact, Myanmar has been colonized by the British for more than a hundred years, and English is also considered the official language here. Unfortunately, Xu Qing, who is the top scorer in the college entrance examination, does not know this, and is foolishly making gestures with a Burmese aunt who sells "Benbu" on the roadside.
"How much... is this pancake?" Xu Qing swallowed while looking at the fragrant buns, rubbing them with his thumb and index finger as if counting the money.
Sweat! All Chinese people know this move, but the Burmese aunt was confused and stared at Xu Qing with wide eyes.
Xu Qing took out his wallet and took out a red banknote. The head of a serious man was enough to buy ten or eighty catties of pancakes in China. The Burmese aunt waved her hands and said she would not accept it. She was born and raised in the family and I don’t know her.
'The Chinese people are very capable'.
Xu Qing, who had no choice but to put the banknotes back into his wallet, gritted his teeth, picked out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it over. The aunt's eyes lit up, she quickly grabbed the dollar bill and put it into her trouser pocket, and stuffed a basket of 'Ben Buns' into it.
She fell into the arms of classmate Xiao Xu, turned around and walked away, not even asking for the bamboo basket.
I bought most of the basket of 'Benmo' for 100 US dollars. Xu Qing felt so beautiful! Carrying the bamboo basket, he walked to the roadside and sat down. He grabbed a 'Benmo' and took a bite. After taking two bites, a group of fish came towards him.
Some of the Burmese men wearing tail-shaped turbans and floral skirts simply wrapped sheets around their waists. He knew this thing was called a 'salon'.
This group of people walked straight up to Xu Qing, and one of them, a fair-faced, somewhat handsome young man, started chirping. However, Xiao Xu was still engrossed in eating cakes and didn't want to see him at all.
The man frowned and reached out to grab the bamboo basket in Xu Qing's hand.
Xu Qing, who had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the bamboo basket in his hand, a look of anger flashed in his eyes, and turned his head to ignore this guy. It was better not to cause trouble in a foreign country.
The man grabbed the opportunity, widened his eyes and let out a groan. Xu Qing could tell that this guy was unhappy. As soon as he finished speaking, the Burmese people on the side cheered and surrounded Xu Qing, and some of them began to roll up their sleeves.
It looked like he wanted to hit someone.
Xu Qing's heart was filled with anger and paralysis. I bought a basket of pancakes for a hundred dollars. I had just eaten half of them and you guys came to rob them and bully the outsiders, right? No, because they should be foreigners.
"Chirp, chirp, croak, croak..." The man took two steps back and suddenly pointed at Xu Qing, who was still chewing steamed buns. The group of eager Burmese people swarmed up and greeted him with fists raised.
"Humph!" Xu Qing snorted coldly, holding the bamboo basket with one hand, and waved out the afterimages with the other palm, slap, slap, slap... A series of crisp slaps sounded, and the Burmese who rushed forward was slapped like a whip.
It was spinning like a top, and each cheek was as swollen as the 'Ben Bun' in the basket.
As the saying goes, people are like bitter insects that cannot be cured without being beaten. After a slap, the Burmese man who was so aggressive just now suddenly withered, covered his cheeks and stood aside timidly.
"Are you Chinese?" The young man's eyes flashed and he suddenly asked in standard Mandarin.
Xu Qing frowned and said, "Of course, there's no way you can steal my things."
The young man suddenly became excited: "Did you just use Chinese Kung Fu? Was it Foshan Wuying..." The last word was stuck, and he was not sure whether it was "hands" or "feet".
Xu Qing pouted and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, what I just used was Chinese Kung Fu, but it has nothing to do with Foshan."
The young man put his palms together and bowed to Xu Qing: "I'm sorry, I thought you were Japanese just now. I was so offended."
Xu Qing frowned and said, "Should the Japanese be robbed?"
The young man said righteously: "It should be robbed. This despicable nation robbed us of so many things in Myanmar back then, and robbing them is nothing."
Unexpectedly, this Burmese boy was still an angry (5) youth, which surprised Xiao Xu. He grabbed two pancakes from the basket, and then happily handed the bamboo basket to the Burmese boy.
"I'll give this to you, I'll just leave two to fill my stomach." Fortunately, I had some spare energy in my attack, and the matter has not yet reached the point of irreversibility. Slapping the basket of pancakes is a sign of the grace of our great country.
The Burmese boy took the bamboo basket and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I wanted to buy it with money just now. Seeing that you acted a bit like a Japanese, I thought of beating you up. The old man in the family likes to eat this. I'll give you the price."
." After saying that, I wanted to reach out and take out the money.
Xu Qing waved his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, this thing is not worth a lot of money, just think of it as making a friend. We Chinese have a saying, no one knows each other without fighting, and only good friends are those who have fought."