Chapter 9: The scumbag, his third uncle (9) picks up the leak
"Poor what a pitiful, her life or death has nothing to do with me. Just watch the excitement! Instead of worrying about her, I might as well think about whether I can sell a good piece of material today. ”
The shopkeeper shouted dissatisfiedly: "I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on a batch of wool from Myanmar before, and after I took a closer look after the arrival, the quality was too poor, and it could only be used as a brick wall!" I was so angry that I threw all 1,000 yuan at the door and died! ”
At this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice: "Boss, are the wool at the door all 1,000 yuan a piece?" ”
The boss looked up and saw a little girl in a simple white dress, sunglasses and a sun hat, squatting at the door and touching his bricks, and now she was holding a rough stone of about three kilograms and smiling at him.
Just looking at the way she looked at the stones, not to mention the strong flashlight, and wearing sunglasses, she could tell at a glance that she was a stupid white sweet novice.
The boss was happy in his heart, and said secretly:
Finally, there is a big wrongdoer, and the money is sent to the door!
The boss smiled and got up:
"Of course! Little sister, these stones are all in the thunder field area, and once the thunder stones meet the goods that can be retrieved, they have a high value! You're here for a tour, right? Seeing that you are young, I will not pit you, these stones are a thousand pieces, you have to buy them, I will help you solve the stones for free! ”
Although a thousand is not much, but think that these stones are ironclad and cannot produce jadeite, and if you buy it, you will lose money and throw it away in vain.
For ordinary families, buying this thing should also be considered to some extent.
He thought that the little girl was just looking, but he didn't expect her to simply get up neatly, and took out ten red tickets and slapped them on his table: "Cheng, then take this piece, boss, you can cut it for me." ”
The boss took the money, pinched his fingers and concluded that it was real money, and smiled with a squint in his eyes: "Cheng, I'll go to open the stone solving machine." ”
He glanced at the rough stone.
The skin shell is extremely poor, and has a large number of cracks, showing no signs of jadeite.
Thunder stone is mostly exposed to the surface layer, there are many cracks, the seed is dry, but it is also OK, it is difficult to take the material, and most of them are low-grade goods.
Coupled with the fact that there is a huge crack running through this stone, it can be judged that this rough stone is simply a waste material that can only be used as a brick.
Tsk, the wronged people who come to travel are really burned with too much money...... Fortunately, it can save some money for him.
He collected these rough stones from the price of 500 yuan per kilogram, for example, the one in the little girl's hand cost 1500 yuan.
But the quality of the rough stone is too poor, the old customers don't look at it, he can't sell it, and can only put the new ones that come to the door pit.
The boss went to push the stone machine, but he didn't know that behind him, Adam was holding the white. Flower. When he spent the rough stone, he smiled with crooked eyebrows.
No one saw it, and when she stroked the rough stone, a strange scene quietly happened in her eyes:
A faint aura poked out of her palm, like a pair of eyes, through the thick stone skin, straight into the inside of the wool.
The crack that crossed the jade quietly faded after two centimeters deep, and three centimeters down, a touch of bright yang green appeared in front of Adam.
In this brick material, there is a gorgeous yang green jade without any cracks!
The color of jadeite is translucent, emerald bright and bright, like the new leaves of the yellow sun tree in early spring, full of vitality.
"Oh, it's time to dissolve the stone! The people at the door let go, calf-calcite, calcine-la-calcite! ”
The boss pushed the stone dissolving machine and shouted loudly, and many of the shops around were picking stones, and they quickly looked up when they heard the sound.
But seeing that Adam was holding a large cracked brick, he pursed his lips contemptuously and lowered his head again.
Tsk, what kind of treasure is a brick?
The money is burned in a panic, and the injustice is big!