A little old man walked up leisurely with his hands behind his back.

When passing by the silence, he deliberately glanced at him with pity, sighed, but did not speak, shook his head and passed with his hands behind his back.

"Pretend!" He Laosan said in a low voice, "When it is cut, I will see how this little old man can pretend!"

The little old man stood in front of the stone cutter, and several young men put the wool on the stone cutter with "hey, hey, hey", but the little old man did not cut it directly, but chose a place and began to rub the stone.

After all, the appearance of this piece of wool is so good, even the glass species may come out, so naturally it can't be cut so roughly.

If there is really a glass seed in it, and it cuts the jade flesh with one knife, then both he and Luo Yongsheng will have to cry to death!

Although the little old man was arrogant, he did have two brushes in his hands, and one hand was fast and steady, and he quickly made a cut in the wool.

The white mist inside was revealed.

"It's foggy!" someone shouted loudly with sharp eyes.

The white mist in the wool is the product of the weathering and diagenesis of the gravel after weathering and sedimentation.

Luo Yongsheng laughed wildly, Pang Guangji fidgeted, and the others looked at Shen Mo with a little pity.

Even He Laosan couldn't help it, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Brother, it's foggy." ”

He was silent and unmoved, because through the perception of the aura, he knew that the direction of the little old man's wiping had been deviated, and fog did not mean anything.

The little old man was also very excited when he saw the fog, and then wiped it inside.

But then he rubbed a few centimeters, not to mention the green, and the fog became thinner and thinner, until at last only stones remained.

The little old man's face changed slightly, and he didn't continue, but changed sides and continued to rub it in.

This time it was even worse, he wiped more than ten centimeters, and he didn't even have a fog belt!

Many people around saw this scene and booed.

The discussion is also getting louder and louder, and many people's positions have wavered.

In fact, if it weren't for the good performance of this piece of wool, the onlookers would have dispersed a long time ago.

Because under normal circumstances, a piece of material has collapsed after wiping two windows in a row, and this piece of material is basically wasted.

The little old man sweated on his forehead and said in a low voice: "Boss, it's better to cut it directly!"

Luo Yongsheng looked at the mouth that rubbed out but didn't even have a fog belt unwillingly, looked at Shen Mo again, gritted his teeth fiercely, nodded and said:

"Cut!

The little old man nodded, looked at the lines on the wool for a long time, and finally chose a place, went down with a knife, and cut out a five-centimeter opening.

In fact, he is quite safe, if the general wool is not rubbed out, it will be cut at seven or eight centimeters.

After all, the material is too good, and they still have hope.

With a "snap", a piece of wool separated.

The corners of the little old man's eyes twitched, is this wool special to tease them?

"What's the situation?" Luo Yongsheng saw that the little old man's expression was wrong, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly walked up.

"This ...... This ......" he looked at the cut side, his heart throbbing, and his breathing stopped.

Pang Guangji and the others also walked up, and when they looked, hey, their faces suddenly became happy.

It turned out that the noodles cut out with that knife were all white crystals, rough and unbearable, and they were completely a piece of dog history wool.

"Oh, it turned out to be a dog history land!" Pang Guangji couldn't help but gloat.

The people around him also shook their heads and sighed.

However, many people are also very strange, from the appearance, this piece of wool is at least the wool of high-grade ice species, how can it be cut out of the most rubbish dog history?!

Luo Yongsheng wanted to kill Pang Guangji at this time, but he was more distressed.

It cost him a whopping five million dollars to receive!

Five million dollars is already most of his liquidity.

Originally, I was expecting it to soar into the sky, but it collapsed like this, how will I live in the future?!

Pang Guangji didn't pay attention to Luo Yongsheng's thoughts, he smiled proudly in his heart, and suddenly saw the silence outside the crowd. The other party looked indifferent, as if he had already guessed this.

He trembled in his heart, could this be a ghost made by Shen Mo?

But he immediately rejected this idea, if the wool can be ghosted, then they still gamble on it!

And from beginning to end, Shen Mo didn't even touch that piece of wool, how can you the hell?!

The only possibility is that Shen Mo does have a hand in the way of gambling stones, and he sees it more accurately and poisonously than others!

Thinking of this, he said to Luo Yongsheng: "Mr. Luo, my brother just said that your wool can't be green when cut from the middle, why don't you try to cut it and see if it will be green?"

Luo Yongsheng glanced at Pang Guangji resentfully, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Li, keep cutting!" I don't believe it, this piece of material can't be green. ”

The little old man was also very unwilling, although he was only a master of cutting stones, but the gambling stone world has always been about luck, if such a good piece of material can't be green in his hands, he won't want to rely on this craft to feed his family in the future.

The people around them scattered, saving the stone chips from splashing on their bodies.

The little old man took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and went ten centimeters deeper.

The corners of Luo Yongsheng's eyes twitched, but he didn't say much, if this second knife didn't come out of green, this piece of material would basically be completely wasted.

The others were also very excited, and Pang Guangji muttered in his heart: "Big fall, big fall, big fall......"

When the enemy falls sharply, he rises sharply, and even if he doesn't get good goods, he is happy in his heart.

Only silent, very calm.

Because he could feel that the part of the knife was getting farther and farther away from the part with aura inside the wool.

"Click", the stone was cut again, and the master immediately poured a basin of water on it, but he soon fell into decay, it was still a white crystal, not to mention green, and there were no waxy floating flowers.

"Waste, waste!" the little old man sat down on the ground and muttered in a low voice, and his whole body was lost.

When Luo Yongsheng saw those white crystals, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he almost fainted.

It's over, it's all over!

He originally thought that this wool would at least double the amount of money, not to mention how many billions he earned, right? By the way, he could also make a name for their company.

As a result, now the pants are gone.

Luo Yongsheng's whole person lost his soul.

But he is unwilling, the material that looks so good is so wasted, how can he die?

Luo Yongsheng turned his head and glared at Pang Guangji, who was full of joy, and suddenly rushed forward, pushing the little old man away, ready to cut the stone by himself.

"Oh, Mr. Luo, my brother has reminded you, cut directly from the middle, if you really don't, you can still come to work in my company!" Pang Guangji was so nervous, he almost didn't say that you quickly closed the door and came to give me a hand.

Luo Yongsheng ignored him, changed the position of the wool, started the machine, and went straight down!

It's a one-size-fits-all game, and it's the last gamble, and if it doesn't come out of the green, he's settled.

In the cacophony of stone cutting, the wool was split in half.

Luo Yongsheng sat on the ground with his buttocks, as if he had lost his soul.

The onlookers let out a neat sigh.

Because, the wool that has been cut, let alone green, even the white crystals are gone.

Two whole gray stone blocks, cracked there, as if a man had opened his mouth wide.

Let out a silent mockery.