When Du Ruo was selecting the raw materials, he deliberately picked out 10% or 20% of white cotton just in case.
Otherwise, she would not dare to gamble with Smith. You know, losing is a loss of face, but if she solved the 100% probability of gambling on stones in front of so many people, she would be in big trouble. Money can move people's hearts, and the subsequent troubles will be endless.
There were only about one or two percent of Baimian, and the organizer deliberately picked the raw stones with good performance to cut first, and the one chosen fell on Baimian. Du Ruo was very sad. Her stone-cutting career was indeed accompanied by Baimian, and they really never left her side.
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 my previous life.
Ling Yun comforted her and said, "It's okay. It's much better than before. At least it can still produce green. Before, there was not even green."
Du Ruo turned around and looked at him, gritting his teeth and saying, "Ling Xiaosan, shut up right there!!"
Seeing Du Ruo getting angry with him, Ling Yun thought that Du Ruo was unhappy because he lost the first round of bets, 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 have lost without knowing who she was. She had clearly performed the best, but in her hands, it was nothing. How could she explain this?
The third game ended in a tie, and the bettors gradually leaned towards Mr. Smith.
Two wins and one draw in three games is enough to show their strength.
Du Ruo was secretly convinced that this old guy was indeed quite capable.
Starting from the fourth game, Du Ruo gradually reversed the downward trend. By the tenth game, half of the stone-cutting was already over, and Du Ruo had clearly gained the upper hand.
Mr. Smith's face looked very ugly. He couldn't help but take out a cigarette from his pocket. With a ding sound of the lighter, a flame shot out and he lit the cigarette. He took a puff slowly, which showed that he was under great pressure.
In this bet, it seems that Du Ruo's things are very valuable, but to put it bluntly, Mr. Smith is not interested in them.
But the family emblem is different. It represents the honor of the Smith family. If he really loses to this woman, Mr. Smith can't imagine the consequences. He gritted his teeth and thought it was impossible to lose. It was absolutely impossible. He had seen this woman on the day when she was selecting the raw materials. She was totally an amateur.
She didn't even look, going by her feeling, and even refused to take the plunge. How could she possibly have such extraordinary ability in gambling on stones? Smith felt a little relieved. It must be luck. This woman must have been lucky today. The rough stones she opened first were all green. That must be the case.
Sometimes what you fear will come true. As the stone cutter kept turning, things were gradually moving towards the result that Mr. Smith least wanted to see. Damn it.
By the time he got to the last round, Mr. Smith's face had turned very ugly, with drops of cold sweat trickling down his cheeks. It didn't matter whether he could solve the stone or not in the last round, the result was already decided, he was doomed to lose.
Mr. Smith let the sweat drip down his face, his eyes filled with confusion, unable to figure out what was going on. He had some talent for betting on stones, but he had never encountered such a high probability of getting a green stone.
Except for the first two games where 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 talking a lot at the beginning to being numb now. They don’t know what to say. Mr. Du from Shengshi Group is too amazing. Among 100 pieces of raw stones, the probability of finding the right one 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. It would definitely be the headline of tomorrow's news. The newspapers would definitely sell out.
As the last piece of raw stone was cut into white cotton, Mr. Smith collapsed in his chair. He felt extremely regretful that he had caused this disaster in a moment of anger.
He also deeply regretted that he had sold the Yaobian Tianmu Zun too early. If the thing was still in his hands, regardless of whether Du Ruo would have scruples, 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 huge crowd below the stage. This was the stage he had built, but he ended up ruining himself. 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 in the chair with big drops of sweat rolling down, Du Ruo felt extremely refreshed in his heart and finally let out a sigh of relief.
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 silently stood in front of Du Ruo, with his aura fully open, meeting Smith's gaze.
Mr. Smith shuddered and came to his senses in an instant. Yuan Tingchuan? Okay, okay, he finally remembered.
Mr. Smith forced himself to stand up from his chair. He was willing to accept 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 the lapel of his chest. He took off the badge on his chest very slowly. His eyes were red and a trace of tears flashed in his eyes. His heart was broken.
Perhaps to some people, this is just a small badge, but it has immense 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 immensely, and also hated his own arrogance immensely, which had put himself and his family into such a situation. It was he who despised this woman and took advantage of her.
He slowly walked up to Du Ruo and reluctantly placed the badge in his hand on the table in front of Du Ruo. His voice had returned to calm.
"Ms. Du, we'll meet again."
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've offended him so much. He will definitely not let you off easily."
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