"Boss Qian, I admire you for your determination to buy and sell stones instead of betting on them."
Fatty Qian grinned when he heard Meng Yan's praise.
"Brother Meng is in trouble. He has been running a stone gambling business in a country like Myanmar for less than 20 years. If he doesn't have some awareness in his head, he will definitely not be able to do it. This is just trivial."
Meng Yan's praise obviously meant that Fatty Qian had gone deep into his heart. He had been running a gambling shop for more than 20 years in the war-torn country of Burma, relying on his own concept of making money by being harmonious, and he would not argue if he could.
The other hand is to rely on one's own astonishing determination, no matter how good or flashy the rough stones others say are. Unless you want to buy them and wait for them to appreciate in value or transfer them to others, you will never go into battle and bet on stones yourself.
After Fatty Qian finished laughing, he changed the topic, hoping that Meng Yan could solve the doubt in his heart.
"Brother Meng, I appreciate your compliment."
"But how can Brother Meng insist that this rough stone can be broken?"
Meng Yan smiled and said: "Of course it can be seen from the polishing just now and the sand texture on the original stone."
Of course, Meng Yan would not tell anyone about his secret magic eyes, otherwise he would be visited by some warlord tomorrow.
"Although this rough stone of stalactite Shapi does seem to be capable of producing high-quality ice species, historically, the rough stones produced at Pachangkou are indeed nine out of ten."
"But because of this, a subtle point was subconsciously ignored by several people present."
i "Oh?" Boss Qian became interested.
"Brother Meng, is this subtle point you are talking about...?"
"If you think about it carefully, what was on the sand surface that I polished off the rough stone just now?" Meng Yan asked.
The nightingale on the side shook her head: "I didn't pay attention, the light was too dark to see clearly."
"When I first bought this rough stone, I checked it up and down several times. There are absolutely no yellow spots on the leather shell that Brother Meng mentioned."
Meng Yan shook his head: "Boss Qian, the yellow spots are not on the leather shell, but inside the original stone."
"You have already seen what happened when the lights were turned on just now. When the light penetrates the jadeite in the original stone, it scatters and emits, and the whole room is filled with a green halo."
"But in fact, a real stalactite of high ice type should not look like this. Because of the light transmittance of stalactites, the light emitted after lighting up should be a hazy fog, the kind you just saw.
The situation should be that the radiance that can only be emitted by jadeite in the rough stone of ordinary sand skin."
"But this stalactite shell can only emit this kind of light. That is, there is something inside that prevents the light from being refracted in the jade crystal. And the only thing I can think of that can penetrate is moss.
Yellow spots formed after intruding into the interior of the original stone.”
After Meng Yan explained this, everyone fell silent.
"Mr. Meng, according to what you said, the jadeite in this rough stone has actually collapsed?" Fatty Qian asked.
He clearly understood every word of what Meng Yan said just now, but when put together, he didn't understand the meaning.
Meng Yan nodded: "That's right."
At this moment, there was a burst of noise from downstairs, among which Zhao Yuan's voice was particularly loud.
"Damn! It's open! It's green and green, and the ice is high. I'm making a lot of money!"
Then, other people came to praise him.
"It's incredible. I don't know where my brother got this raw stalactite shell stone. It's really lucky!"
"Look at the color of this jadeite, tsk tsk tsk, I haven't seen jade of this quality for at least ten years. Just a piece like this can be sold for at least 20 million!"
However, everyone was just touting it when they saw it green. Although the stalactite skin shell can be cut into nine pieces of raw stone, the raw stone has not been completely opened, and it is difficult to determine whether the inside is good or bad.
The stone cutter in front of Zhao Yuan raised his head and asked.
"Friend, do you want to continue cutting?"
"Cut! Of course, cut it! Why are you standing still?" Zhao Yuan pointed at the stone on the stone cutter and said to the stone cutter like a fool wanting to answer.
With such a good piece of material, if you don’t cut it open and make a fortune, is it possible to open a window and let others pick it up?
The stone cutter didn't say anything after hearing this instruction. He started the drill again, and soon the rough stalactite skin shell was split into two.
The master stone cutter stopped what he was doing, picked up the small water pipe on the side and briefly rinsed the dust on the stone, pointed at it and said to Zhao Yuan.
"Please."
Zhao Yuan rubbed his hands excitedly and stretched out towards the original stone...
Upstairs, hearing the excited voice from Zhao Yuan, Fatty Qian smiled and patted Meng Yan on the shoulder.
"Brother Meng, it seems you got a blind eye this time."
After saying so much, it turned out to be wrong. Fatty Qian could guess Meng Yan's awkward state of mind at this time.
Meng Yan shook his head with a smile: "Boss Qian, the jadeite skin inside the original stone has not been eroded. I believe that according to Zhao Yuan's attitude, it must have been cut sideways. The original stone must not have been completely opened. From the outside
She looks like a treasure."
"Boss Qian, believe it or not, Zhao Yuan is going to scold you soon?"
Fatty Qian shook his head: "Brother Meng, to be honest, I didn't understand a word of what you just said."
"We are all friends, it's just that this time we got blindsided. Everyone will miss you sometimes, and no one will laugh at you."
Fatty Qian didn't believe Meng Yan's words at all. This was a stalactite shell. There was no way he could have collected a scrap of stalactite shell like this!
Meng Yan smiled and said nothing.
However, as soon as Fatty Qian finished speaking, Zhao Yuan's cursing voice came from downstairs.
"Damn it, this profiteer named Qian is trying to trick me and sell me scraps!"
Fatty Qian couldn't help it anymore and immediately walked outside the door and shouted into the corridor.
"Who the hell are you talking about? This thing named Zhao! You bought it yourself. Don't ruin my reputation by making blind noises!"
Nightingale burst out laughing.
After a while, Zhao Yuan came back holding two cut rough stones and placed them on the table.
Exactly cut in half.
Seeing this scene, Fatty Qian glanced at Meng Yan appreciatively.
"Brother Meng, you are really right. This guy is really cut in half."
"There's something wrong with your stone!" Zhao Yuan looked at Fatty Qian and said angrily.
"The rough stone that came out of the field cannot look like this! How could moss seep into it?"
