Half of the rough stones were cut open again, and the rough stones of Qin Fan and Du Wang Sangbo were both green.
But the rough stone Sangbo chose was obviously greener than Qin Fan's.
Everyone started talking.
They thought to themselves that Qin Fan didn't seem to be a liar, but he was really a bit tricky.
At this time, the two rough stones were brought to the judges' meeting and then polished.
It was polished quickly.
According to the rough stones bought by the two and the green color they produced, they were appraised by the judges.
The green value of Sangbo's rough stone is about 1.5 million, while Qin Fan's is worth 1.2 million.
The jury then calculated based on price, and Sangbo won the first round.
At this time, when the people below saw that the gambling king had won, they all clapped and applauded.
Although these people did not mock Qin Fan as much as before, some still took the opportunity to tell Qin Fan to get out.
Sang Bo looked at Qin Fan and sneered: "Boy, you lost."
Qin Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "This is the first round. There is no competition later, so why worry."
Sang Bo snorted coldly and said: "Boy, it seems that you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Just wait, I will make you cry later."
When Qin Fan saw how this guy was showing off, he immediately shook his head and said with a smile: "What a fucking idiot."
Then he began to prepare for the second round.
At this time, there were more and more people at the scene, and everyone was watching the excitement.
Yan Wenzhong and the others were very nervous backstage, and Yu Xin was even more nervous pulling Gao Yuanbo's sleeves.
Qin Fan lost in the first round, so he had to win the next two games, but they knew that the opponent was the king of gambling, so it was very difficult.
Round two soon.
Qin Fan chose the second rough stone he bought before and quickly put the stone on the stone cutting machine.
Sangbo also picked a piece and put it on it.
Two snaps.
The two stones were cut open, but this time it was obvious that Qin Fan's green one was slightly better.
After polishing and so on.
In the second round, Qin Fan unexpectedly won.
Now it's even.
The scene was now becoming noisy. They didn't expect that this kid Qin Fan actually won.
So the third round is particularly important.
In fact, this is actually more exciting and watchable for them, the audience.
This is just like watching a game. If one side easily crushes the other side, it means that the strength gap between the other side is too great, and it will definitely be meaningless.
But if the two sides fight until the end, there will be more to watch.
"Boy, it seems that you really have a chance. You won this round. You just have to wait for death in the last round." Sang Bo said coldly.
Qin Fan smiled and said: "Okay, I will wait for you to kill me. Damn it, if you can't kill me, then I will kill you."
Then the two people prepared for the third round.
It is no surprise that the last round is usually the finale, and the opponent puts the final kill at the end.
Qin Fan was not in a hurry, he waited for Sang Bo to put the third stone on the stone cutter.
Only then did he calmly pick up the chosen stone for the table leg and hand it over to the stone cutter.
At this time, the stone cutter looked at Qin Fan's stone and frowned slightly.
Then he looked up at Qin Fan and couldn't help but said: "Young man, this stone of yours is not very good."
After a pause, he looked up at Qin Fan's depressed expression and continued without giving any face: "Not to mention the fact that the surface of your stone is completely rusty, according to my decades of experience in cutting stone, there must be no green inside.
I can’t even find the cutting point.”
Qin Fan: "..."
At this time, the people below burst out laughing when they heard the stone cutter's words. Suddenly, everyone began to boo, and some people shouted for Qin Fan to quickly admit defeat.
Sang Bo was actually laughing like crazy at this time.
But he still pretended to be kind and walked over, picked up the rough stone and looked at it.
Then he looked up at Qin Fan and said with a smile: "Yes, your stone is really bad. There is no trace of green on the whole rough stone."
After a pause, Sang Bo turned his head and pressed his hands toward the laughing crowd below.
After the scene calmed down, he smiled and asked: "By the way, do you know what you should look at first when looking at rough stones?"
Generally speaking, for professional stone gamblers, there are rules for the order in which they look at rough stones.
For example, first look at the surface texture of the rough stone, and then confirm it by lighting.
However, Qin Fan understood Mao's order, and he didn't know what to look at at all.
Qin Fan immediately glared at the arrogant Sang Bo and sneered: "I always rely on my feelings when betting on stones."
"Based on feeling?"
Suddenly the people below burst into laughter again.
They thought to themselves that Qin Fan was so powerful that he dared to compete with the King of Gamblers based on his feelings. They were really looking for death.
Sang Bo smiled and said: "Boy, you are awesome. What you feel is so damn funny. I advise you to lose."
Saying that, he put down the stone with disdain and left.
At this time, Qin Fan frowned and said coldly: "Grandson, what will you do if I win with this stone?"
Sang Bo's face darkened: "Scold me?"
"It's you I'm scolding," Qin Fan didn't give this guy any face.
He continued: "Don't fucking pretend to be a good person here, you know what your fucking character is."
"You..." Sang Bo's face turned angry and he glared at Qin Fan fiercely.
Although he wanted to kill Qin Fan, he knew that this guy was very skilled and would definitely get beaten again if he was not careful.
At this time, people in the audience saw that Qin Fan was actually scolding the gambling king Sangbo, and some people immediately started to support him.
"Why are you scolding people? Why the hell are you scolding the king of gambling?" someone shouted.
"Yeah, if you're going to lose, then you start cheating, right?"
Qin Fan listened to the words of the following guys and shook his head speechlessly.
Damn, these guys treat the gambling king Sang Bo as if he were a grandfather, but little do they know that this guy Sang Bo is so arrogant that he doesn't even treat them as human beings.
And logically speaking, in their Chinese territory, this group of people did not speak for him, but instead kept speaking for this guy from abroad. How damn sad.
Qin Fan immediately sighed, then turned to glare at the group of people who took the opportunity to make noise. He sneered and said, "Why do you ask me to scold him?"
"That's right, you have to give an explanation. Otherwise, let alone the gambling king, we will all be dead with you." A fat man wearing glasses shouted in the crowd.
Qin Fan glared at the fat man and snorted coldly: "I, Qin Fan, act with a clear conscience, why do I need to explain to others!"
At this time, everyone thought that Qin Fan was too pretentious.
Suddenly the fat man sneered and said: "Boy, stop fucking pretending. You still have a clear conscience. You dare to brag about your skills and make a bet with the gambling king."
"Okay," Qin Fan nodded, watching the fat man keep going against him.
Qin Fan suddenly stopped giving face. He pointed at the fat man and sneered: "Then what do you think I will do if I win?"
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