315 Scheming
"This, how is this possible?"
Many people think that they are dazzled, obviously recognized as good materials, why everything is brick material.
"He really said it, Uncle Mao, it's brick material!"
The woman covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice.
"Impossible! No way! β
Looking at the huge material, Dong Xueliang wanted to cry without tears.
Now he has lost at least 50 million!
"Fuck, you kid must be cheating!"
"Hehehehe, it's really funny, and it's cheating, we have so many pairs of eyes here, can he turn your green glass into waste, or is it such a big piece? Dong Xueliang, don't gamble if you can't afford to lose. β
Song Liwen sneered.
"Fuck you, who says I can't afford to lose? What Lao Tzu has is money! β
Dong Xueliang also came to his senses at this time, and glared at Chu Yi hatefully.
Everyone was secretly glad that they didn't take over the material, but they didn't take Chu Yi to heart.
After all, this industry is unpredictable, and many times it depends not only on experience, but also on luck.
"Hey, why are you so good, teach me too."
Wu Qing pouted and said.
"Hehe, you can't learn this."
Without a strong enough divine thought, even a King Realm martial artist would not be able to see through jade.
Moreover, strictly speaking, Chu Yi is not a perspective, he just relies on his divine thoughts to perceive, and he can simulate the real thing in his mind.
After such an episode, all parties are a lot more cautious.
Although they have a net worth of several hundred million, they can't withstand such a toss, but Dong Xueliang can let go and take three pieces of wool in a row. It is a good material, and the increase is 10 million.
Dong Xueliang was a little better, but when he thought of the 50 million, he felt a heartache.
Song Liwen wanted to make a move several times, but when he turned his head to see that Chu Yi was closing his eyes and recuperating, he couldn't help it.
"Hmph, I think that kid is a blind cat who meets a dead mouse, and he has the ability to take a piece and take a look."
"A wise man will lose a thousand thoughts, and a fool will gain a thousand thoughts. This kid is just lucky, if you really want to be like he said, then it's a fart. β
Everyone talked about it, and their attention was focused on the rough stone again.
"Uncle Mao, do you think he is really a master, or does he rely on luck?"
Li Maocai just said:
"Yan'er, haven't you heard a word, luck is also part of strength."
"Okay, but I can't believe that such a big kid is actually a master of stone gambling, and he looks like a child of a certain family."
At this time, a group of men brought up a big guy, more than a meter high, with a gray shell, which seemed to weigh no less than a thousand catties.
Everyone gasped.
Such a huge rough stone has not been seen for many years, if those who gambled on family property were the confidence before, then this time, it is a gamble.
"With such a big material, I can't get 200 million yuan."
"Alas, I don't think I can make two dollars even if I cut up, but if I lose, I will have hundreds of millions."
"Yes, it's too risky."
Especially Dong Xueliang, who had suffered losses before, became extra cautious when encountering big materials.
"How is Lao Zhang, how is this material?"
Master Zhang looked at it again and again, returned to Dong Xueliang's side and whispered:
"The risk is relatively large, even if you cut up, you can't make a few dollars, so don't make a move."
"Then it's up to you."
Dong Xueliang nodded.
"Song Liwen, aren't you capable, do you want to try your luck?"
Dong Xueliang grinned at the other side.
"Heh, such a rare material, let's leave it to you, just to help you get back to your roots."
"Don't mind, I don't have enough money, who doesn't know that your boss Song has contracted a mine, and he is making money every day, how can we compare with you in our small business."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense, does anyone make a move?"
Xu Dong, who was sitting at the top, came to look at everyone.
"Alas, that kid, aren't you quite capable, what are you talking about, then tell me, how about this piece of material?"
Sun Lao Er said with a smile.
"Of course it's good."
Chu said without raising his head.
"You don't even know it's good?"
His eyes widened.
"Didn't I tell you, whatever I say is what it is, I say it's a brick and it can't be turned into gold, I say it's jadeite it's jadeite."
"Yo he, it's awesome, there's a kind of shot."
As soon as these words came out, everyone instigated them.
But subconsciously, they all thought that it was impossible for Chu Yi to take this piece of material, and the risk was too great.
"Who says I don't want to?"
"I want this stone, 200 million is enough."
Chu Yi smiled indifferently:
"No one fights me."
No one spoke, and laughter was already heard from the crowd.
"Stunned, I really think of myself as a god, what are you talking about?"
"Two hundred million, this knife goes down, if it is brick material, your life will be gone."
Someone gloated.
Song Liwen was also taken aback, 200 million is not a small amount, such a big gamble is really scary.
"Young man, don't be impulsive, compared to face, money is still important."
"Yes, don't be brave for a while, it's too late for you to regret it now, we won't laugh at you."
Dong Xueliang scoffed.
"Mr. Chuβ"
"Let's go, if you lose, it's mine."
Chu Yi crossed Erlang's legs and said leisurely.
Song Liwen was in a cold sweat, looking at the half-human-high Mao Shi, his hands trembled a little.
One knife is poor, one knife is rich, and one knife is torn linen.
Now, he really came to the point of life and death.
Looking at the joking or mocking eyes of the people present, Dong Xueliang turned his heart sideways, gritted his teeth and said:
"Then let's open it, this is the knife horizontally and vertically."
In the gloating gaze of everyone, the master worker came up with a chainsaw.
The humming sound sounded, and everyone held their breath, only Chu Yi crossed Erlang's legs, leisurely.
"Why is he so calm, is it really like what he said, he must be able to cut up?"
At this time, even Uncle Mao was a little puzzled.
He has been gambling in the stone world for decades, even if he is the top person in the older generation, it is impossible to remain calm in the face of this moment of life and death, how did he do it?
The moment the skylight was opened, everyone closed their mouths.
"Full of green - glutinous ice species."
Someone muttered something in a whisper.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
The whole hall was boiling.
Half-ton yang green, and it is also a glutinous ice species, such a scene has not been seen for more than ten years.
"This, this is at least 500 million!"
"I think it's at least 800 million!"
"Uncle Mao, he, how could his luck beβ"
The woman couldn't sit still anymore, and looked at Chu Yi with a shocked face.
This twenty-year-old man has refreshed her cognition again and again.
"It's not luck, it's not luck, we've met a master."
It's okay to explain once or twice, but this time it's completely impossible to explain it by luck.
Especially Chu Yi's calm and calm appearance moved Li Maocai even more.
Dong Xueliang's eyes widened, and he turned around and slapped Lao Zhang in the face.
"Damn, can't you see such obvious material, blind your dog's eyes!"
"I-"
Lao Zhang touched his hot cheeks, met Song Liwen's playful gaze, and couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.
"Ouch, Boss Dong, borrowing your auspicious words, it has really risen, but it hasn't risen much, just a few hundred million."
Soon, under Chu Yi's guidance, Song Liwen won another piece and made a small profit of 10 million.
At this time, everyone's eyes were red, and they didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, as long as Chu saw it, they grabbed it like crazy, and the stone with a reserve price of one million was raised to 10 million yuan.
"Three million."
Chu Yi slowly reported a number.
The middle-aged woman snorted coldly:
"Four million!"
After speaking, he glared at Wu Qing as if he was proud.
"Five million."
Chu Yi was unhurried.
"Fuck it, I'm eight million!"
A bald guy slapped the table and yelled.
"Okay, it's yours."
"Uncle Mao, why doesn't he buy it every time he asks for it? Is it because there is no money? β
The woman asked, confused.
"Well, I don't know."
More than twenty stones were quickly gambled, and everyone suddenly calmed down from the warm atmosphere.
After a rough calculation, everyone lost more than 50 million yuan, but Song Liwen earned about 500 million or 600 million.
"It's amazing, it's amazing."
Li Maocai suddenly realized.
"It's terrible to have such ruthless methods at such a young age."
"What's wrong, Uncle Mao?"
"The question you just asked now has an answer. He only bids and gives up at the last minute, not because he has no money, but because the stones are already at a premium. β
Seeing that the woman still didn't understand, Li Maocai continued:
"For example, the one million rough stone was finally carried to eight million by him, although Yuan Bald took it, but the material he opened was only worth six million, but he lost two million."
"The most terrible thing is that everyone can't figure out his reality and reality, and they don't know when it's true and when it's false, and it's already messed up. That's why these guys were all set up by him. β
"He, what did he really think? That scheming is terrible. β
The woman's cherry mouth opened wide, and her face was full of horror.
"Sure enough, people can't look good, with him, I'm afraid this gambling stone world will have to be reshuffled."
Li Maocai sighed.