Gao Youcai first cut his piece of wool which he bought for 500,000 yuan, but in the end, it was all white stones, not even skin green.
With an ugly face, he continued to cut two pieces, but still no green.
He became despondent, and began to fix the remaining piece of black sand fur, which was his last hope.
He knew that everyone here was watching his jokes, because he had talked too much just now, and he couldn't step down.
It must be green, it must be green, he prayed while cutting.
When he was cutting in half, Yang Zimei suddenly noticed that there was ink-colored fluorescence seeping through his piece of wool.
It seems that Gao Youcai's luck is not so unlucky.
Gao Youcai angrily cut the large piece of cut wool to the center, but there was still not a little green, so he cut a few times with a sharp knife on the rest.
Yang Zimei's brows raised slightly, and she saw that the waste with ink-colored fluorescence rolled to the side of the ground, and it was not cut out.
Gao Youcai saw that he had completely plugged the leak, his face was as ugly as dirt, and he swears: "His grandma's bear actually used fake wool to deceive people, causing me to spend so much money and buy a pile of waste stones."
Hearing his words, Murong Yunqing's eyes hidden behind the glasses darkened.
"Boss Gao, this is how gambling stones are. Even in the old pit, the wool that can produce green is only one in ten thousand. Otherwise, there would be no saying that there is a knife in hell and a knife in heaven. The reputation of Yushixuan has always been It's good, unlike those wool stalls on the street, they never fake it." Li Dacheng couldn't help but said.
Gao Youcai suddenly remembered that Murong Yunqing was not a simple person, and was startled by his slip of the tongue, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Haha, sorry, sorry, I just covered my eyes and talked nonsense, Mr. Murong, please don't blame a rough person like me , don’t understand anything.”
Murong Yunqing ignored him.
"Who owns the ownership of these scraps? I want to pick some pieces to practice." Yang Zimei looked down at the scraps on the ground and said.
"It's his." Murong Yunqing looked at her thoughtfully and said.
"Boss Gao, two thousand yuan, how about I return these scraps?" Yang Zimei asked Gao Youcai.
When Gao Youcai saw it was her, he rolled his eyes and said, "Just two thousand yuan to buy something that I spent a million dollars on? Hmph, no, unless you give 20,000 yuan!"
"Forget it, anyway, I was thinking of using some waste materials to practice stone dissolving anyway. Since you don't want to, you can take them away." Yang Zimei looked indifferent, and lowered his head to look at other wool materials on purpose.
Gao Youcai looked at the pile of scraps on the ground, it was useless to want them himself, two thousand yuan was better than nothing.
"Two thousand yuan, all for you." He gritted his teeth and said.
Yang Zimei felt refreshed, but still pretended to be indifferent on his face, and transferred two thousand yuan to him, then picked up the piece of black fluorescent wool from the ground, picked up the grinding wheel from the side, and rubbed it carefully. stand up.
After a while, everyone clearly saw that there was an ink-colored surface protruding from the originally white stone in her hand.
"Is it green? Is it Mo Fei?" Li Dacheng stepped forward and asked.
Yang Zimei smiled without answering, and continued to polish.
Gao Youcai, who was just about to leave in dismay, turned his head hastily when he heard this, and saw that the piece of waste in Yang Zimei's hand had indeed unraveled the emerald, and shouted angrily: "That's my material, and the green is mine! "