His tense face only lasted less than ten seconds. Meng Shicheng finally raised his head and laughed: "Glass-grown emerald, I haven't seen this thing for many years. Quickly take out the swastika whip from the stall and light it. This is the best time at this fair."
The fine jadeite was made by my surnamed Meng myself."
The man squatting next to watering the water responded and ran towards the stall. He accidentally kicked over the plastic bucket filled with water and spilled it all over Meng Shicheng.
The man was stunned. He stood there and didn't dare to move. He had nothing to do with whoever offered the jade. If he poured water on his boss, his job would definitely be at stake.
Meng Shicheng saw the man's concerns and laughed and scolded: "Why don't you go quickly? Why don't you use the pestle here as a mallet?"
When the man saw that the boss had no intention of blaming him, he suddenly felt happy, left the crowd of onlookers and ran into the stall.
Not long after, there were bursts of crackling firecrackers, and Meng Shicheng began to rub stones. Strangely, no one bid this time.
Glass emerald, the leader among top-grade jadeite, is something that has a price but no market. No one on site can estimate the price of such a large piece of emerald before it is completely solved. It is not too late to wait until it is fully solved before bidding.
An hour later, Meng Shicheng took out the entire emerald without any damage and held it in front of Xu Qing.
Xu Qing waved his hand and said: "Old rules, you just have to deal with it. Anyway, it's stuck in your pocket. At worst, tonight's dinner will be mine."
When these words came out, even Young Master Tang felt unhappy and slapped Xu Qing on the back of the head: "You are so generous! Even I know that this thing costs at least hundreds of millions. Is it enough for one dinner?"
"Hundreds of millions?" This price really shocked Xu Qing. He didn't know what eight-digit wealth meant, but suddenly having such a windfall was not enough to treat him to dinner.
"Yes, this guy has taken care of the food for these three days. I estimate that this piece of glass emerald is worth at least 200 million. Speaking of which, we have to thank that white-faced wolf." After Meng Shicheng finished speaking, he specifically asked Bai Shengjun
He glanced in the direction where he was standing, somewhat pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey.
The price Meng Shicheng called out was undoubtedly more realistic. The onlookers finally couldn't help but start quoting. The bottom line was 200 million, so the price would naturally exceed 200 million.
"Two hundred and twenty million, how about using this piece of material to give us Gao's jewelry?"
"Two hundred and thirty million, we at Dafu Jewelry are very sincere in buying this piece of material. If we agree, we will transfer the money immediately."
The price of this kind of top-quality jadeite is really prohibitive for more than 70% of merchants. The casual increase in price can be as high as tens of millions. Ordinary small and medium-sized jewelers cannot afford it. Only those truly wealthy merchants can participate in the bidding.
"Two hundred and forty million, I, Dasheng Jewelry, am determined to get the material I like."
"Three hundred million." A faint baritone voice attracted everyone's attention. Even Xu Qing and others were surprised by the one-time increase of 60 million.
Meng Shicheng saw clearly the appearance of the bidder. He was in his early forties and had a very ordinary face. He had no impression of this face in his mind, but when he cast his eyes on an embroidered mark on the other person's clothes, his heart skipped a beat.
One jump.
There was a pitch-black knife embroidered on the lapel of this man's clothes. It looked like a very ordinary little thing, but Meng Shicheng was one of the few people present who knew the meaning behind it. The embroidery of this knife represented an ancient family.
A family called gods by the jade world.
For this family, money is just a string of numbers that do not need to be kept track of. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as being as rich as a country. It is a mysterious family that has been inherited for four hundred years and has an almost fanatical pursuit of the best jade materials.
Three hundred million, the guy who just said he was determined to win was speechless in front of this sky-high price.
"Okay, this piece of glass-grown emerald belongs to this gentleman." Meng Shicheng made the decision directly, and he was so refreshing that it was shocking.
"I'll take the stuff now, and someone will send the money later." The middle-aged man naturally stretched out his palm. Something worth 300 million yuan, but he actually wanted to take the goods first. Everyone thought that this middle-aged man
Got kicked in the head by a donkey.
"Okay, go on your way."
After more than one head was kicked by a donkey, Meng Shicheng respectfully handed the priceless piece of jade to the middle-aged man.
"Next time you have glass seeds, call me." The man took the jade, with a hint of joy in his eyes, and took out a milky white business card from his arms and handed it to Meng Shicheng.
Meng Shicheng took the business card and was even more sure of this person's identity, because it was not an ordinary business card, but a business card hollowed out of mutton-fat white jade. There was a special cool feeling when he took it. Apart from that mysterious family,
Who would use mutton-fat white jade, which is more expensive than gold, to engrave business cards?
The middle-aged man turned around and left without saying a single polite word from beginning to end, as if it was natural for him to take this top-quality jadeite.
Several old men in the crowd who also recognized the identity of the middle-aged man smiled slightly and secretly sighed at Meng Shicheng's good luck. Only Bai Shengjun, who was standing behind the crowd, had a gloomy face and stared at Meng Shicheng with a stern look in his eyes.
Now that both pieces of jade have been owned, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, but the wool stored in stall 56 was robbed. Everyone was sure that the material for the top-quality jade came from here, and there must be something hidden there.
Chance.
Looking at the scene of looting of wool in Stall No. 56, Bai Shengjun, who was standing still, gritted his teeth, turned his head and whispered a few instructions to the two men behind him. The two guys nodded understandingly,
He quickly walked to the door of Stall No. 56 and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Everyone, the woolen fabric I just bet on is bought from Stall No. 18. The total price is 327,000. It is authentic Laokeng black black sand material. You can go and have a look."
When these two voices shouted out, many people who picked stones turned their heads with confusion, and many people looked at Xu Qing who was standing aside. Everyone knew that this young man was the biggest winner today. If these two stones
The greatly increased wool was really bought from elsewhere. Why would they pay a high price to grab this pile of useless wool?
Xu Qing smiled slightly and winked at Meng Shicheng.
Meng Shicheng sneered and waved his hand, and the employee behind him immediately brought up two pieces of black sand wool, with the numbers forty-four and sixty-four clearly written in red paint on the surface.
The woolen material was carried directly to Xu Qing and put down. The smile on his face was still there, and he said unhurriedly: "I don't deny that the two pieces of material at my feet were indeed bought from Stall No. 18, but I haven't had time yet.
Untie it, God knows if there is any emerald. Since everyone has doubts, drag it out and chop it up! Otherwise, it will make the mad dog with red eyes bark."
After speaking, he smiled at Aloa Bao who was standing aside and said, "Please, brothers, drag these two stones out and chop them up."
"Okay!" The two of them said in unison, bent down and each picked up a piece of wool and strode out, followed by a large number of people. Xu Qing, Meng Shicheng, Tang Guobin and other three old gods were sitting in front of the stall not far away, admiring
He was in the embarrassment of three wooden chickens, with a playful smile on his face.