Song Jishi smiled sweetly, and the expression on his face became even more charming.
Hu Qiuzhi couldn't help but stare blankly, and then he heard Song Jushi's pleasant voice saying slowly, "Mr. Hu, I heard that your family is also a jadeite family. Could it be said that all the jadeite in your family is cut with one knife?
?”
Although Song Jishi's words sound like sophistry, they are not unreasonable.
Among them, one can also hear Song Jishi's persistence and confidence in his own judgment.
Hu Qiuzhi thought about it. Even though the knife was cut in the middle and the opening was very large, it could only be regarded as opening a large skylight.
Thinking of this, he turned around and walked towards the cut rough stone. As he walked, he said, "Miss Song, I like your persistence. I hope you can persist for a long time, haha!"
Anyone can hear the evil in Hu Qiuzhi's last laugh.
Hu Qiuzhi's unscrupulous obscenity caused the cuckold workers to burst into laughter.
Song Jishi's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then she regained her composure, "Wait a minute!"
"Are you scared? Hehehehe..."
Waves of Hu Qiuzhi's proud and obscene laughter reached Meng Qinghui's ears.
At this time, Meng Qinghui and Cheng Yu came out of the room and walked towards Song Jishi.
The usually calm Captain Meng glared angrily, and suddenly had the urge to rush forward and beat him up, but Song Jishi gently grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.
"Haha! It's not that bad, but the ugly words will come later, and there are some acquisition conditions that Song must make clear." After Song Jushi said this, he turned his head to Smith.
"Mr. Smith, I would like to pay 20 million for these stones in your courtyard, but..."
At this point, Song Jishi stopped completely and seemed to be hesitant.
When she said this, she deliberately emphasized the word "stone" to remind Smith that these rough stones of yours are now a pile of out-and-out stones.
In fact, Smith is also worried, how come all these things that have been dug out with huge financial resources and manpower have turned into stone? If the compensation continues like this, how can he explain it to the head office?
Although the acquisition conditions proposed by Song Jishi were not much, 20 million was still much higher than selling stones.
Smith didn't say anything for a while, he was calculating quickly.
At the same time, I was also thinking secretly in my heart. It was obvious that Miss Song and Mr. Meng
They are talented people. Twenty million is worth twenty million. It will reduce some losses and be a smooth favor. As long as we firmly hold these two people in our hands and recover all the losses, we can expect it in just a short time...
..
"MISS Song, we are very..."
Just when Smith was about to agree to Song Jushi's conditions, Hu Qiuzhi, who had turned around, spoke again.
"Miss Song made a good plan. She bought 20 tons of rocks for 20 million. Do you think we are all fools? Let me tell you..."
Before Hu Qiuzhi finished speaking, he immediately caused commotion and discussion among the crowd.
"Yes, one ton of stone can be sold for one million, how is that possible?"
"But, these are already cut stones after all!"
"Mr. Smith, please promise Miss Song quickly, this business is worth it!" Someone even began to urge Smith.
"You are so stupid!"
Hearing such a voice, before Smith opened his mouth to speak, Hu Qiuzhi couldn't help but cursed, "This Miss Song obviously saw the value of this stone, so she bid 20 million. I bet that this stone
The rough stone will definitely perform well!”
Following the direction of Hu Qiuzhi's finger, everyone focused their attention on the green rough stone that had been cut with a knife.
It was a relatively huge rough stone, which had been cut into two and was lying quietly in the middle of the yard.
The workers who cut the stone have cleared a clearing around it, revealing the attractive green of the cut.
Although it is not a complete green, there are some white and black flowers mixed in.
Even though there are some imperfections, they cannot hide the value of this rough stone.
The worker who urged Smith to sell stones scratched his scalp, with an obviously embarrassed expression, and muttered in a low voice, "I, I, I also think about the company..."
Soon, there were different voices in the crowd.
"I can't agree, Mr. Smith, listen to Mr. Zhi!"
Hu Qiuzhi's instigation was effective and the benefits were at hand. There was no fool among the people present.
Originally, people who were not optimistic about this pile of stones placed their treasure on this last rough stone, and some people began to value it.
"Mr. Smith, this piece of jade is performing well. Such a big green piece costs more than 300 million yuan, tsk tsk!"
"Do you understand, this
It’s such a big piece, it’s a ton, and you only gave it 300 million, at least 310 million!”
Smith heard all the people's cries, his blue eyes rolled slightly, and he was about to speak.
However, Song Jishi did not give him a chance to speak, "Mr. Smith! Hmm!"
Song Jishi paused for a moment and continued, "You decide. Once this stone is cut, I can only offer you 200,000 yuan to buy all of them..."
Smith heard the meaning of Song Ji's poem. It seemed that she also saw the gambling nature of this stone, so she paid a sky-high price of 20 million to buy it.
However, the difference between incision and no incision is actually a hundred times.
For Smith, that emerald green is undoubtedly a temptation, and 20 million is also a huge temptation!
"Mr. Smith!" Hu Qiuzhi saw Smith's hesitation, but he also bet that the stone would turn green to the end, otherwise Song Jishi would not behave like this.
"Stop hesitating, cut out a few hundred million..., I promise! I, I guarantee it with our Hu family's wealth and status in the jade world!"
Hu Qiuzhi said a lot, but Smith didn't listen to what he said.
He only heard that a few hundred million would guarantee his wealth and status...
"Yes, Mr. Smith, listen to Mr. Hu and cut it!"
"Master Zhi is right, the Hu family is here..."
"cut!"
Amid the commotion, Smith finally made up his mind. With a wave of his hand, he gave the final order.
The roar of the cutting machine almost sounded together with Smith's instructions.
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Song Jishi's mouth.
In Mandela's general mansion, Wang Qiang sat behind a large desk, lost in thought.
On the desk, a bullet stood squarely on a piece of white A4 paper.
There are two obvious vertical scratches on the bullet head. They are two old scratches...
Two soldiers stood in front of the table, their eyebrows lowered and their heads lowered, not daring to raise their heads.
Wang Qiang leaned forward and asked, "Let me ask again, are you sure that child has weapons on him?"
"Yes, yes, Commander, this..."
The soldier who spoke hesitated and pointed at the bullet on the table.