Chapter 6: Stone Breaking
The old man said, "This is a piece of jadeite rough stone from an old mine in Myanmar. Although it is a little small, the sand is fine and uniform. It can be judged that the texture is also very good. I will give it to you for 500 pieces. I guarantee that you will not be cheated."
The boss in a suit was very hesitant. He looked at the stone again and again, then put the stone on the table and picked up another piece of raw stone to look at.
The old man's eyes sparkled as he said, "I'll pay a thousand dollars for this one. You can see fog here, so there must be some good stuff."
The boss seemed to know something about this business. He looked at the mist under the skin, took out a flashlight from his pocket and observed it carefully.
After a while, he clapped his hands and said, "Let's go to this one."
The old man said happily: "Boss, you have a good eye. You will definitely get an imperial green."
The boss was also very happy and said, "Thank you for your good words."
He took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, counted out ten and handed them over, then walked away holding his precious stone.
Du Ruo didn't even need to go up and take a closer look to know that the mist on the raw stone he bought was fake.
After all, Du Ruo had spent so much money and learned so many lessons in the past.
Looking at that fool is like seeing myself in the past, who was also a big fool.
She looked at the old man sitting on the stall, counting money with a smile on his face. Du Ruo walked up to him and reached out to touch the raw material.
These must be some extras. The old man packed them up and sent them back in bulk to fool people.
The old man on the stall was counting money with great joy when he saw another female comrade coming.
The old man squinted his eyes and took a look. Seeing Du Ruo holding two children's vests, he knew at first glance that she was someone's young daughter-in-law, and immediately lost interest.
He then went on to count the stack of money in his hand. Actually, he had already finished counting it, but such a small stack of hundred-dollar bills made people happy just by looking at it, so the old man wanted to count it twice more.
Bai Yun picked up a small piece of raw stone and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"
The old man squinted his eyes and said, "Go home and cook for your children. This is not something you can play with. Let's go."
Today he made a lot of money and was in a good mood, so he did a good deed that day.
Du Ruo asked again: "How much is this stone?"
The old man was a little angry. It was really true that "good advice cannot persuade a damned ghost". He was really not suitable for doing good deeds.
The old man lowered his eyelids and said, "Five hundred dollars!"
Du Ruo said calmly, "Fifty dollars, I want it."
The old man looked at her for a long time and said, "You spent fifty yuan to buy a broken stone as big as your palm. When you go home, won't your mother-in-law and your husband beat you up?"
Du Ruo smiled and said, "Then you sold that stone for a thousand yuan just now, old man?"
The old man thought to himself, I am a local rich man, and you are dressed in ordinary clothes, and you are obviously not rich. I don’t want to rip you off, and you are still unhappy?
Well, let's just consider it as a lesson for this girl. It's only half a month's salary anyway.
The old man said, "Okay, fifty dollars for this stone.
However, we must make it clear that you are not in this line of work. If you have any conflicts or disputes when you go home, I, an old man, will not be responsible."
Du Ruo said, "Don't worry, old man."
She took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the old man, then put the fifty yuan change back into her pocket and asked, "Is there a place to cut stones around here?"
Du Ruo was eager to verify her guess. She had just seen the man in the suit, and the red lines on his head going up and down were all related to this stone. This gave Du Ruo some ideas.
When the old man saw another hundred-dollar bill, he was even more delighted. He put the money together and was about to put it in his pocket when he heard Du Ruo asking him where the stone was cut.
The old man was very experienced and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He even knew how to cut stones, so this girl must be an amateur, right?
The old man slowly sat up straight. He suddenly wanted to take the stone back from Du Ruo's hand and take a closer look. Could it be that he missed it?
But each industry has its own rules. Once two people exchange money and goods, the transaction has already been completed. He cannot go back on his word.
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "There is a row of stone cutting places inside the market. Old Wu is the best at polishing small pieces. I am in a good mood today, so I will take you there."
He looked up and shouted to the boy in front of him, "Liuzi, I'm going to go in there for a while. You keep an eye on it for me."
The young man named Liuzi said, "Just go on your way. Who would be able to stop you with such a small piece of stone?"
The old man was so angry that he pointed at him twice with his fingers in the air and led Du Ruo to the back.
Linshan City has several jade processing factories and a complete industrial chain. In recent years, the price of jade has been rising sharply and the market has become more and more mature.
In this small antique market, there are a lot of raw stones and many people are interested.
The two of them walked all the way to a row of tin houses at the back of the market, where quite a few people had gathered, cutting stones and watching the excitement.
From time to time, there were exclamations and sighs.
"It looks good. The mist is so nice, and it's white mist. Why is it so green? What can such a thin piece of mist do?"
"Come on, look at how rough the sand is, how can it produce any good green?"
"Okay, be content. I bought five pieces of raw stones and didn't even see a shadow of green. You at least got a thin slice."
The man was not comforted at all. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If there was no hope at all, he would just accept it.
But I just saw green, but in the end this was the result. The gap is not small, it's so sad.
Someone looked up and saw the old man and Du Ruo standing there, and said with a smile: "Hey, grandson, is it necessary to cut the stones with the pile of broken goods on your stall? Isn't it a waste of money?"
The old man scratched his head. He felt a little regretful now. He knew very well what his own stuff was like. What good could it produce?
But now that he was there, he called out to an old man standing in front of a nearby tin house: "Old Wu, are you busy? Can you rub a stone for me?"
There were guests and crowds of people watching the fun in the other ten or so houses, but only the door in front of Old Wu's house was deserted.
When the grandson said this, everyone burst into laughter. Someone couldn't help but say, "You're still rubbing stones? The biggest stone on your stall is not as big as a ball for children to play with, right? Why don't you just go home and rub it yourself? Why waste your money?"
The old man said unconvincedly: "Does gambling stones have to be classified by size? No matter how big your stone is, it is just a pile of white cotton. What's the use of it?"
The old man knew it in his heart, but he absolutely could not admit defeat!