Chapter 173 Badge

When Du Ruo was selecting the raw wool, he deliberately added 10% or 20% white cotton just in case.

Otherwise, she would not dare to gamble with Smith. You know, losing is embarrassing, but if she revealed a 100% chance of winning in front of so many people, she would be in big trouble. Money can be tempting, and the subsequent troubles will be endless.

Even though there were only about 10% or 20% white cotton, the organizers deliberately picked the raw stones with good performance to cut first, and they chose Baimian. Du Ruo was very moved. It turned out that her stone-cutting career was accompanied by Baimian, and they were inseparable.

Ling Yun leaned over to Du Ruo's ear and whispered, "Are you not feeling well? That thing isn't working anymore? This painting style is so familiar."

Isn't it familiar? The degree of bad luck is exactly the same as in the previous life.

Ling Yun comforted her and said, "It's okay. It's much better now than it was then. At least it can still produce green. It didn't even produce green before."

Du Ruo turned around and looked at him, gritting his teeth and said, "Ling Xiaosan, shut up!"

Seeing Du Ruo getting angry with him, Ling Yun thought that Du Ruo was unhappy because he lost the first round of betting, so he stretched out his hand and made a zipper gesture, indicating that he would stop talking.

Mr. Smith won the second game again.

Even though she knew the final result, Du Ruo was still very depressed. What kind of luck was this? If she hadn't had some unexpected bonus, she would definitely not even recognize the loser. His performance was obviously the best, but in her hands it was nothing. How the hell could she explain this?

The third game ended in a tie, and the bettors gradually turned to Mr. Smith.

Two wins and one draw in three games is enough to illustrate their strength.

Du Ruo was secretly convinced that this old guy was indeed quite capable.

Starting from the fourth round, Du Ruo gradually reversed the situation. By the tenth round, half of the stone was already cut and Du Ruo had clearly gained the upper hand.

Mr. Smith looked very unhappy. He took out a cigarette from his pocket involuntarily. With a ding sound from the lighter, a flame flew out and he lit the cigarette. He took a puff slowly, and it was obvious that he was under a lot of pressure.

This gambling game seems to show that Du Ruo's stuff is very valuable, but to put it bluntly, Mr. Smith is not interested in it.

But the family emblem is different, it represents the honor of the Smith family. If he really loses to this woman, Mr. Smith dare not imagine the consequences. He gritted his teeth and thought it was impossible to lose, absolutely impossible. He had seen this woman on the day of selecting the raw materials. She was simply an amateur.

She didn't even look at it, just went by her feeling, and even refused to take action. How could she have extraordinary gambling skills? Smith felt more at ease. It must be luck. This woman must have good luck today. The first rough stones she opened were all green. It must be like this.

Sometimes what you fear will come true. As the stone calender kept turning, things were moving towards the result that Mr. Smith least wanted to see. It was disgusting.

By the time he got to the last round, Mr. Smith's face had become very ugly, with drops of cold sweat trickling down his cheeks. It didn't matter whether he could solve the stone in the last round or not, the result was already decided, he was doomed to lose.

Mr. Smith let the sweat drip down his face. There was confusion in his eyes. He was puzzled. What was going on? He had some talent in gambling with stones, but he had never encountered such a probability of getting green.

Except for the first two games when he had the upper hand and solved a few good pieces of raw materials, bad luck seemed to be hanging over his head. Pieces of white cotton one after another made his eyes dizzy, as if he was in a dream. What was going on?

The people in the audience have gone from being noisy in the beginning to being numb now. They don't know what to say. Mr. Du of Shengshi Group is too amazing. Among 100 pieces of raw stones, the probability of finding a gem is more than 80%. Is this something that a human can do?

Shengshi Group? Mr. Du?

In an instant, everyone in the audience remembered the name.

The reporters' flashlights were flashing furiously. It was amazing, so amazing! This would definitely be the headline of tomorrow's news. The newspaper would definitely be sold out.

As the last piece of raw stone was cut into white cotton, Mr. Smith collapsed in his chair, feeling extremely regretful that he had caused such a disaster in a moment of anger.

He also deeply regretted that he had sold the Yaobian Tianmu Bowl too early. If the thing was still in his hands, regardless of whether Du Ruo would have concerns, he could just return the broken bowl to the woman now and would not have to hand over the badge on his chest.

What to do now?

Mr. Smith looked blankly at the crowded crowd below the stage. This was the stage he had built, but in the end he got himself into trouble. It was absolutely impossible for him not to hand over the bet in front of so many people. But if he handed over the family emblem under such circumstances, the consequences would be disastrous.

Du Ruo stood up with a smile and looked at Smith with contempt. Seeing him slumped weakly on the chair with big drops of sweat rolling down, Du Ruo felt extremely happy in his heart and finally let out a breath of anger.

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith cast a vicious look at Du Ruo's face. He wished he could eat this woman alive. She was so hateful.

Yuan Tingchuan took a step forward and stood silently in front of Du Ruo, with his aura fully open, meeting Smith's gaze.

Mr. Smith was startled and came to his senses in an instant. Yuan Tingchuan? Okay, okay, he remembered it.

Mr. Smith forced himself to stand up from his chair. He was willing to admit defeat and he could not lose his dignity. He reached out to straighten his suit. He gritted his teeth and slowly put his hand to his chest. He took off the badge on his chest very slowly. His eyes were red and a tear flashed in his eyes. His heart was broken.

Perhaps to some people, this is just a small badge, but it has immeasurable weight in Mr. Smith's heart and he regards it as his life. However, he cannot go back on his word. If he does, it will bring even greater shame to the family.

At this moment, he hated Du Ruo very much, and also hated his own arrogance very much, which had put himself and his family into such a situation. It was he who looked down on this woman and took advantage of her.

He walked slowly to Du Ruo and reluctantly placed the badge in his hand on the table in front of Du Ruo. His voice had returned to normal.

"Ms. Du, we'll see you later."

He turned around and strode away, his back revealing a hint of determination and resoluteness.

Ling Yun leaned close to Du Ruo's ear.

"It's over, Ruoruo, you have offended him so much, he will definitely not let you off easily."