Wu Qingshui was taken aback by the female shopkeeper who suddenly went berserk, and said blankly: "There must be money! It's just not enough for three million." ”

"That's fine, that's fine!" the female shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "How much is it missing?"

Wu Qingshui broke his fingers and roughly calculated: "It's not too much, it's just two hundred and seventy or eight hundred thousand!"

The female shopkeeper's face turned blue, grabbed Lao Wu's neck collar, and roared fiercely: "Do you dare to tell the old lady again?"

Wu Qingshui grabbed her little hand again, and said indifferently: "It's okay! It's only more than two million." ”

"Two million? or that's it?" The female shopkeeper shook Wu Qingshui like a tumbler like crazy: "My mother has been in business all her life and hasn't saved a million, you bastards are good, in my name here empty gloves white wolf! Tomorrow people will come to ask for accounts, what do you let me give to others?"

Wu Qingshui took the opportunity to stroke the shopkeeper's hair and comforted: "The stone is untied!"

When the female shopkeeper heard this, she was instantly startled, pushed Wu Qingshui aside, stood up and snatched the saws in the hands of Qian Yang and Yang Gong next to her: "Do you still dare to solve it? Stop it for the old lady! Tomorrow I will return the stone to the family intact, maybe there will be a way to live!"

"The shopkeeper is calm and restless. Qian Yang shook his head and sighed.

The female shopkeeper didn't give any face this time, and slammed the saw on the ground: "Don't be irritable for a while! The old lady was killed by a few of you!"

Yang Gong stepped forward and took a few steps, and said lightly to the female shopkeeper: "These stones are all collected by us with money much higher than the market price, you said that you want to return them to others, will they be willing to return them for nothing?"

The female shopkeeper snorted: "It's a big deal, the old lady loses some money, and then ties up a few of you and gives them eight yuan, it's much better than losing all your money!"

Yang Gong smiled coldly and put his face on the tip of the female shopkeeper's nose: "Does the shopkeeper think you still have the right to speak tonight?"

"You ......" the female shopkeeper came to her senses, shouting for help, and ran away from the distance, trying to rush out of the room in a frenzied manner.

Wu Qingshui's name as a formation master was really not an ornament, how could the formation he laid out be easily broken by a monk in the foundation building period.

The shopkeeper smashed helplessly on the wall, but did not make a ripple.

This time, the female shopkeeper was really crying, and the whole person leaned softly on the corner of the wall, and asked with blank eyes: "What do you want?"

Yang Gong walked to the side, picked up two saws, threw one to Qian Yang, took one in his hand, and walked back to saw the stone.

Before the saw sticks to the stone

, Yang Gong lightly threw a sentence to the female shopkeeper: "You just pray that we can solve three million stones! Otherwise, you will die tomorrow." ”

The female shopkeeper wailed and cried: "You must be crazy! In Yifang City, three-year-old children know that only fools will go to the stone, and that is a big hole that can never be filled." ”

"Okay!" Yang Gong nodded: "You have been in business all your life, and what you do is to trick fools into buying your stones to solve them, right?"

The female shopkeeper was stunned, and the rest of her eyes were blank.

Yang Gong didn't pay attention to him anymore, and divided the fist-sized stone in his hand diagonally into two halves, half of which was a proper whiteboard, and the slightly larger one quickly condensed two crystal spirit stones—top grade!

Almost at the same time, the skin of the rather large rough stone in front of Qian Yang dissipated like smoke, and dozens of high-grade spirit stones were scattered on the ground, and there were countless middle-grade and low-grade spirit stones piled up on the periphery.

The shopkeeper was attracted by the stone, and her professional instinct made it easy for her to estimate the value of the rough stone: "Is this supposed to be ...... Half a million, right?"

Is there still salvation? The female shopkeeper suddenly had a faint hope in her heart.

"Four hundred and seventy-six thousand two!" Qian Yang reported the exact number.

Wu Qingshui glanced at him: "You saw it off, right? There are so many losses, shouldn't there be 500,000?"

Qian Yang shook his head: "How can it be sawed off! It should be the error of the algorithm, but fortunately, the error is not too big, and it is barely acceptable." ”

At this time, the original stone in Wu Qingshui's hand had also been solved, and the light belonging to the top-grade spirit stone flashed, but most of it dissipated in a blink of an eye, and finally only two medium-grade spirit stones with dim colors were left underground.

"It's a loss!" Wu Qingshui slapped his thigh.

Qian Yang glanced at the two spirit stones, turned around in his mind, and said: "I remember that stone, my judgment is that there are two medium-grade spirit stones, but the array disk shows that they are two high-grade spirit stones. I hesitated a little, didn't give a high price, and lost some, not too much. ”

"This kind of error is so fatal that it needs to be optimized. When it came to technical issues, Wu Qingshui couldn't even care about the female shopkeeper who was sitting on the ground, and his mind was full of code.

"Errors can't be avoided after all, let's get past the current level first!" Qian Yang was free and easy.

Yang Gong on the side coughed lightly: "Aren't you saying that this pile of stones is likely to be unable to solve three million, right?"

Wu Qingshui's face froze, and there was a slight uncertainty in his tone: "It shouldn't be, right?"

Qian Yang was full of confidence: "No! At most, the profit is less than expected, and it is impossible to lose money!"

Yang Gong pouted: "So you may need to unravel more stones tonight?"

Qian Yang was stunned, he couldn't take care of his words, sat back on the bench, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his black hands, gritted his teeth and continued to unravel the stone.

The three of them did not speak again, but concentrated on the stone, and the room was silent. In the corner not far from the three men, there is also a beautiful woman with pear blossoms and rain, her face is full of sadness, and her painting style is indescribably strange and chic.

I don't know how long it took, the never-ending "rustling" sound in the house suddenly had a stuck, it was the female shopkeeper who stood up with trembling legs, wiped a handful of tears from the corners of her eyes, took out a set of simple calcite tools from herself, found a piece of rough stone and rubbed it hard, which attracted the attention of the three people.

Qian Yang couldn't help but sigh secretly: A woman who can independently support a shop in Yifang City, in addition to her beauty, really has something extraordinary!

Of course, this outstanding point is definitely not the skill of the female shopkeeper to solve the stone, as far as the female shopkeeper's technique of calcifying the stone, in addition to the word "clumsy", it is really difficult to find a more accurate description, but it can barely be solved.

In contrast, Yang Gong's methods are much better, he is a miner, although he has never worked as a calcifier, but they are all mixed together every day, and it is difficult to think of whether to solve the stone. The speed at which he dissolves stones is no worse than that of those stone calcants standing on the street.

Wu Qingshui is not to mention, even if he does not have the slightest love for calcing, but he was forced to work as a full-time calcing worker for three years, even though the calcing technology is not up to the master level, but the word "master" is definitely worthy of it.

But in terms of the level of calcite, these three people together can't compare to Qian Yang. Even Wu Qingshui, who was tied up with Qian Yang every day, couldn't figure out that the two of them started their careers as stone solvers on the same day, but three years later, why could Qian Yang's technology leave him down several streets?

As long as the rough stone reaches his hand, the stone skin will be gently peeled off like a light veil, and there will be no stagnation at all, and there will be only an indescribable beauty and ambiguity.

Wu Qingshui once asked Qian Yang: How much do you love the rough stone in your hand? Or how much do you love the work of calcifying stones? Why did you turn the lower riba people into spring and white snow?

Qian Yang's answer at that time was only a middle finger raised high.

Love, no kidding, just be at ease!

The day finally dawned, and the female shopkeeper kept kneading her fingers that were numb from overexertion, but her eyes looked at the pile of spirit stones on the ground that had become a hill, and the shock in her heart was indescribable.

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