The old man said, "This is a piece of jadeite rough from an old mine in Myanmar. Although it's a little small, the grains are fine and even, and you can tell the quality is very good. I'll give it to you for 500 yuan. I guarantee you won't get 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 it.
The old man's eyes sparkled as he said, "I'll have to pay a thousand for this one. Look, you can even see the fog here. It must be a good item."
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 take 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 forward to take a closer look to know that the fog on the raw stone he bought was fake.
After all, Du Ruo had spent so much money and gained so many lessons in the past.
Looking at that fool is like seeing myself back then. I was once a big fool too.
She looked at the old man sitting at 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 should all be extras, and the old man packed them up and wholesaled them to fool people.
The old man at the stall was counting money with great joy when he saw another female comrade coming.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that Du Ruo was carrying two children's vests, he knew at a glance that she was someone's young wife, and he immediately lost interest.
He continued to count the stack of money in his hand. In fact, he had finished counting it long ago, 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."
The old man made a fortune today 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 yuan, I want it."
The old man looked at her for a long time and said, "Fifty yuan for a broken stone the size of your palm. Go home and your mother-in-law and your husband will beat you up, right?"
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 here to rip off a wealthy local, and you are dressed in ordinary clothes, so you don’t look rich at all. I don’t want to rip you off, but you are still not happy?
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, take the stone for fifty yuan.
However, we have to make it clear that you are not in this line of work, and 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 into her pocket and asked, "Is there a place around here that can do stone cutting?"
Du Ruo was eager to verify her guess. She had just looked at the man in the suit, and the red line on his head rising and falling was all related to this stone. This gave Du Ruo some ideas.
When the old man saw another hundred-dollar bill coming, 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 jumped. He thought, this girl even knows how to cut stones. Isn't she an amateur?
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. The two people handed over the money and the goods. The transaction was already completed, and he could not go back on his word.
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "There's a row of stone-cutting places in the market. Old Wu is the best at polishing small pieces. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take you there."
He looked up and shouted to the young man in front of him, "Liuzi, I'm going inside for a moment. You keep an eye on it for me."
The young man named Liuzi said, "Just go on your way. Who would obey you with just a few broken stones?"
The old man was so angry that he pointed his finger at him twice 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 skyrocketed and the market has become increasingly perfect.
In this small antique market, there are many raw stones and many people interested in them.
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 fun.
From time to time, exclamations and sighs were heard.
"It looks good! The mist is so beautiful, and it's white mist. Why is there only a little green? Such a thin flake, what can you do with it?"
"Come on, look at how rough that sand is. What good green can it produce?"
"Okay, be content. I bought five pieces of rough stone and didn't even see a shadow of green. At least you have 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 clearly saw green just now, and in the end this was the result. The gap is not a little bit, it's so sad.
Someone looked up and saw the old man and Du Ruo standing there, and said with a smile, "Hey, Old Sun, you only have a bunch of junk on your stall, and you really need to come and cut the stone? Isn't that a waste of money?"
Old Sun scratched his head. He felt a little regretful now. He knew very well what his own pile of stuff was like. What good stuff could come out of it?
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 help me clean a stone?"
There were guests and onlookers in these ten or so houses, but the door in front of Old Wu was deserted.
When Old Sun said this, everyone burst into laughter. Someone couldn't help but say, "You're still polishing stones? The biggest stone on your stall isn't even as big as a child's ball. Why waste all that money when you can just go home and polish it yourself?"
Old Sun said unconvincedly, "Does gambling on stones still have to be based on size? No matter how big your stone is, it's just a pile of white cotton. What's the use of it?"
It’s one thing for the old man to know it in his heart, but he can never admit defeat!
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