Having nothing to do in the afternoon, Yang Jing drove to visit the Grand Canal Antique City again.
However, today is not the opening day for the antique city, so the huge antique city seems a bit deserted.
However, there are still many shops selling antiques that are open. The owners of these shops are all professional antique dealers. They paid to rent shops in the antique city, so naturally they can't close their doors. Even on days when the antique city is closed, these shops still operate as usual.
In fact, Yang Jing came here because he was bored. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got here, he saw a lot of people gathered outside a store in front called "Baoyuzhai".
"It seems that today is not the opening day of the market? Why are there so many people here?" Yang Jing stroked his chin and thought puzzledly as he looked at the group of people in front of him.
"Hey, I see green..."
"It's not a price increase if you rub it, it's a price increase if you cut it, Baldy Zhao, give it another cut..."
"Yeah, Baldy Zhao, don't you always say that you are the king of gambling stones in Tianqu? How come you don't even have the courage to practice cutting a knife?"
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The faint words such as "see green", "rub the price", and "cut it" made Yang Jing immediately understand what the group of people in front were doing.
These guys are gambling on stones!
Yang Jing had basically no experience with gambling on jadeite, but there were shops specializing in jadeite in several major antique markets in Tianqu City, and Yang Jing had seen others gambling on jadeite before.
Strictly speaking, this kind of gambling on stones does not belong to the antique industry, but to the jewelry industry. However, with the development of society, the antique industry and the jewelry industry are almost indistinguishable, especially the popularity of jadeite in the past two decades, which has led a large number of people who want to get rich overnight to participate in this industry. Therefore, gambling on stones has appeared openly in antique cities everywhere.
My grandfather used to stay away from gambling on stones. In his words, playing with this thing is like dancing on a tightrope on a cliff. If you are not a professional, ninety-nine out of a hundred will end up falling to pieces. Even if you are a professional, nine out of ten times you will lose!
After all, there is a famous saying in this industry: Even gods cannot tell the quality of jade!
Even the gods can't see clearly what the jade flesh wrapped in the stone skin looks like. How can you mortals possibly win the bet?
Therefore, under the guidance of his grandfather since childhood, Yang Jing kept his distance from the business of gambling on stones.
In the past, when visiting antique markets, if Yang Jing came across someone cutting stones, he would stand aside and watch.
That’s right, I really just watched it. It’s lively, so I just watched the excitement.
As for winning or losing the bet, that has nothing to do with me. If you can carve out the Imperial Green with one cut, then I will have one more thing to brag about. When I meet my friends, I can brag about it. Have you ever seen the Imperial Green? Hehe, I have seen someone carve out a piece with my own eyes!
Of course, if you cut a piece of shit out of it with your knife, I won’t feel sorry for you!
Cherish your family and stay away from gambling on stones!
What? You haven't heard of this? You deserve it. You deserve to be given a piece of shitty land! You'll lose everything!
This was Yang Jing’s previous attitude towards gambling on stones.
I am a good child, my mother said, oh no, my grandfather said, stay away from pornography, gambling, and drugs, life will be more exciting...
Although Yang Jing has no interest in gambling on stones, when he sees someone cutting stones, he is still willing to go and watch the fun.
Seeing that there seemed to be people gambling on and cutting stones in front, Yang Jing decisively stopped the car, pushed the door and got out.
As soon as he got off the car, he heard a sharp "hissing" sound coming from the other side. Yang Jing was very familiar with this sound. When the blades of the stone cutter encountered hard jadeite raw stones, they usually made this annoying but unavoidable sound.
Yang Jing couldn't help but quicken his pace. According to what the group of people had just said, the jadeite rough stone should have been rubbed green. This usually means that the stone has increased in value.
Of course, those who really know the industry know that rubbing out green is not a real big increase, because there is a term in the gambling stone industry, called "relying on the skin green", and this situation is not uncommon. That's why there is a jargon that "rubbing is not an increase, cutting is an increase".
This means that if you want this stone to increase in value, you must cut it. If you cut out green, then this stone will really increase in value. Of course, if you cut it and there is nothing inside, then it's finished.
Of course, Yang Jing also wanted to know whether the value of this stone could increase significantly.
When he walked to the outskirts of the group, the stonecutter was still struggling with the stone, and stone powder was flying everywhere in the air.
Lithology is not an easy job. Apart from other things, the flying stone powder alone can make people who do lithotripsy for a long time very likely to suffer from the terrible disease such as silicosis.
However, compared with the priceless jade, what does silicosis matter?
No one cares about silicosis in front of a piece of jade.
Gambling on stones can drive people crazy.
Yang Jing felt his pocket and found that he didn't bring a mask, but there was a pair of white gloves in his pocket, so he took them out and covered his mouth and nose with them.
Standing on tiptoe to look inside, thanks to the fact that the people outside were bending over as if they were looking at some treasure, Yang Jing could easily see the stone cutting process inside.
A piece of stone material about the size of a football was clamped in the clamp, and above it was a rapidly rotating stone cutter blade. A middle-aged man in his forties was operating the stone cutter with a dusty face, and a man in his thirties was constantly pouring water on the stone next to him.
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