The venue for the stone gambling convention wasn't far. It was a small-scale event, attended only by some people in the jewelry business. Including their family, there were fewer than thirty people in total.
Grace Winslow looked around curiously as soon as she walked in.
The venue was quite large, probably about five hundred square meters. The first thing you saw upon entering was a garden, its lawn piled high with stones of all sizes, placed about randomly. A sign with prices was stuck in the ground nearby.
These were all rejects, considered scrap material. The probability of finding any jade inside was low, so they were cheap and sold by the pound.
Grace Winslow was a complete novice when it came to stone gambling. She was utterly clueless; every stone looked like a common rock she might find on the side of the road. She couldn't see any difference between them and had no idea which ones might be valuable.
