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Chapter 120 Someone Hands A Pillow

"Do you believe me?" Meng Yan asked.

Since he intends to get to know this person, and wants him to have a good impression of him and realize his value before establishing other friendships, Meng Yan thinks that letting him make money is a good way.

Wu Tianyong still didn't nod or shake his head this time, but the vigilant look on his face became much more relaxed.

When Meng Yan saw his reaction, he was not angry at all. After all, in the eyes of others, he was indeed a miraculous person, and there was a high probability that he was fooled. It was a good thing to be cautious.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Meng Yan patted him on the shoulder: "I will continue to bet on stones in a while. If you can trust me, just follow me and bet."

"If you don't believe it, I won't make it difficult for you."

Wu Tian nodded to indicate.

After explaining these things, Meng Yan began to count the money he had earned.

Even if the hill-like pile of chips just now is polished off by a few stud gamblers and half of the mountain is shaved off, what is left is still considerable.

Five minutes later, Meng Yan raised his head with some frustration. The chips that had just piled up like a hill in front of him had been divided into different values ​​and categorized, and were neatly arranged in front of Meng Yan.

"It's obviously a sure-profit deal, so why didn't these gamblers invest all of their principal?" Meng Yan felt a little depressed.

This pair of chips looks like a lot, but there are actually many of them. Five thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand chips, fifty thousand chips are all rare, let alone one hundred thousand chips, only one.

After such a gamble, I actually only won about 500,000 yuan, and the goal of 10 million yuan still seemed far away.

"How did you win half a million?" Meng Yan complained subconsciously until he spoke out.

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so gamblers who had lost their bets were so angry that they vomited blood on the spot.

What does it mean to just win half a million?

"Is this guy looking for a chance?" At this time, several gamblers all had the urge to go up and beat him up.

This is too deceiving. Winning half a million is still too little. Should he go and find out what the concept of winning half a million by gambling in a casino is?

"Half a million! Do you know what half a million is? How do you think you can win half a million in one go?!"

"You kid, aren't you just lucky? Why don't you get an advantage and act like a good boy?" A gambler said sternly to Meng Yan, his tone full of sullenness.

Meng Yan looked at the gambler and carefully savored what he just said.

"What kind of gambling, five hundred thousand at a time..." Meng Yan murmured to himself, then lightly patted his forehead as if he remembered something, and looked at the staff guarding the gambling table.

"Miss, I want to ask a question." Meng Yan approached the staff guarding the gaming table and asked beside her.

"I would like to ask you about this gambling method. Is there any other gambling method that can win more money?"

When the staff member heard this question, her heart went turbulent. The way Meng Yan dropped a million just like eating and drinking water was still vivid in her mind.

What? Does this guy think this isn’t enough?

She cast a complicated look at Meng Yan. If Meng Yan was a well-dressed man, she thought she would probably become a nymphomaniac at this moment because of this man's courage.

But at this moment, Meng Yan was wearing a mask, sunglasses and a hat, so his face could not be seen at all, and the more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became.

"Sir." The staff member said sternly: "We are not a casino here after all. There is no other way to play. But if sir insists, if the guest we invited makes a mistake in making a bet, he will speak out his judgment. If after cutting the stone,

If you are correct, depending on the situation, you can get a reward directly from our Nanling Jade Company."

Meng Yan sighed, and his interest suddenly dropped.

His magic pupil talent was very poor. When his grandfather was still alive, he told him that his magic pupil was ranked at the bottom among all descendants of the Meng family.

If his father or grandfather could clearly see the position, size, material, water type, and whether there are cracks in the jadeite inside a rough stone, then that would be the real magic pupil, which can achieve true perspective.

And it is said that even further up the ladder, there are people in the Meng family who are more talented than his grandfather. The magic pupils can even strengthen their brain nerves, making their nerves react a thousand times faster than ordinary people, allowing their consciousness and body to explode with potential.

Entering a state of relative deceleration of time and space, this skill strengthens the body and can even be used in combat.

But these things have nothing to do with Meng Yan. His magic pupil cannot even see through. Every time he looks at a stone, he can only judge whether there is jade inside the original stone by whether he can see green light emitting from it.

Meng Yan started looking at stones again since he was saving for Duo'er's medical expenses. He seemed to have a breakthrough in his ability during the audition of the Jade Association, but it was just that he could use the magic pupil for a longer time.

If you want to see clearly the material of the jadeite inside the original stone, you have to get very close. You can judge it based on the green light emitted from the inside of the original stone and the knowledge taught by your grandfather. This is why I showed Boss Zhang the original stone before going to Su Shi.

It's been so long.

If it were his father or grandfather, he would be able to understand it in a flash and finish it all in an hour or two.

Meng Yan sighed secretly in his heart: "It seems it's not as easy as imagined."

"I understand, thank you." Meng Yan nodded to the staff.

The commotion caused by Meng Yan subsided after a while. Everyone came to the auction of rough stones. After the turmoil passed, the auction had to continue. The rough stone with old oily green color was finally sold for one million.

Famous buyers took it away.

"Now, let's start the auction of the third rough stone in this auction. This rough stone is sponsored by Master Zhang and is a thirty-pound black Mowanji!" As soon as the host finished speaking, several staff members carried a stone.

Walk up to the stage and place a black rough stone on the stage.

Meng Yan looked at this piece of material, his eyes widened instantly, and he became interested.

"It's true, if you want to sleep, someone will hand you a pillow." Meng Yan felt very happy.

Isn't this piece of stone the same rough stone that I went to Suzhou City on leave to look at for a man named Zhang? This piece of black material was the first rough stone he saw, and he was deeply impressed.

But in fact, I don't know if it is due to family inheritance. Meng Yan has a very strong memory for the specific things of rough stones, and he will basically never forget the condition of the rough stones he has seen.

"If there is still a rough stone that I looked for for Zhang..." Meng Yan raised an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the goal of 10 million is not too difficult using this method...


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