Yang Ze felt indescribable regret in his heart. He had clearly made up his mind when he came here to get this piece of material. Why did he give up just because of a few words from others?
He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.
Jin Bao's face was flushed. He waved his hand and said loudly: "Everyone who sees this will get a share of the wealth. I will give out red envelopes later. Although the money is not much, please have a drink."
Thunderous applause suddenly rang out at the scene, and someone shouted loudly: "Boss Jin, how generous!"
Jinbao smiled like Maitreya Buddha.
The stone-cutting master carefully turned on the machine, carefully adjusted the angle and direction, and cut it again.
This time the green revealed was even darker.
There was a cry of surprise at the scene.
"Oh, if you can really see through this color, the center must be glass-type imperial green."
Some people were sharp-eyed and frowned and said, "Why does it look like there are cracks?"
The person next to him said, "It's a little bit nearby, it's not a problem."
The man frowned and said nothing more. They were just trying to have a good time, so he should just swallow any negative words.
But the situation was not optimistic. When the third cut was made, the green color on this side became a little darker, but the cracks were also obviously deeper, and tended to spread gradually towards the center.
Everyone's heart was in turmoil, and no one spoke easily anymore.
Jin Bao's palms were full of sweat. He took the handkerchief handed to him by the secretary and kept wiping it on his chubby white face. His heart was beating wildly and he prayed silently in his heart that there would be no more tears when he cut it with the next knife.
Unfortunately, maybe Jinbao's father missed a character when naming him, so his luck is just a little bit off.
The next jadeite surface that was cut out was a pleasing green, like a clear spring, but this time, no one cheered.
The lush green jade is covered with cracks, and it seems that no one knows where they are spreading to.
Jadeite like this is useless. Once it is cracked like this, it cannot be repaired at all and nothing can be done.
Jinbao's face was pale and the trembling flesh on his neck showed his inner unrest.
Jin Bao closed his eyes tightly and said through gritted teeth, "Cut it again. If there is a crack, cut it!"
The stone cutter looked at the green jade in front of him. The rich color was dazzling and he couldn't bring himself to cut it. However, the dense cracks on it made his heart shrink.
Since the boss asked him to cut it, the stone-cutting master gritted his teeth and cut it with a fierce knife.
The machine hummed and everyone stared at the stone intently.
The result was disappointing. Even though it was almost one-third cut, the cracks became deeper and deeper, like dense chains covering the entire surface of the jade.
Jinbao couldn't wipe off the sweat on his head anymore. He said in a trembling voice, "Cut, keep cutting."
Yang Ze secretly felt lucky. Thank God, he turned back in time. If this had fallen into his hands...
Yang Ze looked up and gave Jin Bao a sympathetic look. If he threw away this one million, it would be enough to make Old Jin suffer.
The key point is that no one expected it to be like this? According to Yang Ze's original idea, even if there was not much jade in the end from such a large piece of raw material, it would be impossible to lose it all. After further processing, it would only be a matter of how much profit he could make.
Who knows that it is cracked in the middle? This is really, one cut makes you poor, one cut makes you rich, and one cut makes you wear sackcloth.
No matter how Jinbao prayed, the god of luck did not favor him. The crack followed him like a shadow and spread to the central area, and the glass type was not spared.
This is not as good as a whole piece of white cotton. Even though it is still a gamble failure, it is not as exciting, right?
Anyone looking at these large pieces of lush green jade, which are covered with cracks, would be heartbroken, let alone gold treasures?
Jin Bao fell down as expected. His assistants and driver rushed over to help him up. Seeing that Jin Bao's face was pale and his whole body was trembling, they had no choice but to rush him to the hospital.
The crowd watching then sighed.
"Oh, who could have imagined this?"
"Boss Jin is so miserable! These cracks follow him everywhere. There's not even a trace left for him."
"It's really unlucky. Even if it's just cow hair pattern, it would be fine. Even if the value is lower, at least I can get something back. But what happened? Wow, it's completely ruined."
Yang Ze looked sympathetically at the direction where Jin Bao was being carried away. It was a close call, he was almost the one being carried away.
Yang Ze's forehead was already covered with cold sweat. He wiped it with a handkerchief and turned his head to glance at Du Ruo casually.
I was secretly glad in my heart, thanks to Ms. Du. If she hadn't reminded me, I would not have noticed that the cracks in the skylight showed signs of artificial treatment, and I would not have dared to do it.
Otherwise, he would definitely be the one being carried away now.
Gambling on stones is too thrilling. Yang Ze secretly made up his mind to let his cousin worry about the raw materials, and a small fry like him would not get involved.
In Hong Kong City, in the president's office of Yuan Group, Yuan Tingchuan sneezed. Who assigned him this task?
Yang Ze was planning to contact the head office one day and ask them to send a few fine pieces over. If that wasn't possible, he would keep an eye on the gambling stone market and buy ready-made ones. Although the price was high, life was important.
Old man Yang also sighed and looked at his son worriedly. His son almost got himself into trouble by him. He really thought he had performed well at that time. It seems that he should keep his mouth shut in the future.
I took another look at Du Ruo. This girl is pretty good and has some skills.
Old Man Yang looked at Du Ruo with a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes. He said with a smile, "Girl, let's go over there and take a look."
He turned around and said to Yang Ze, "Why don't you leave yet? Let's go take a look together."
Yang Ze nodded nonchalantly. It was okay to just take a walk. He needed to calm down. Although he was not as excited as Jin Bao, he was also quite scared.
A few people were strolling around the stalls, and the stall owners were still discussing what had just happened in groups of three or four, and they had no intention of doing business.
Of course, there were not many people who really wanted to buy stones at the scene. The bloody lesson they had just learned was right in front of them, and everyone was still trembling with fear. They were extremely cautious when gambling on stones, and they hesitated and couldn't make up their minds.
Old Yang is looking at a piece of stone. It is a piece of rough stone made entirely of stone. There is no skylight on the stone, but the stone looks really good. The delicate sand skin is tinged with green. When you shine a flashlight on it, the light that comes through is also good.
Old Yang asked the stall owner, "How much is it?"
The stall owner was chatting with someone. He turned around, glanced, and gestured casually.
Old Yang took a look and thought that although it was a bit expensive, it was still okay. The chances of betting on an increase in price were still quite high. However, what happened just now made him feel a little uneasy.
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