"Those two girls have some amazing luck. They only paid a few dozen for this stone, right? It's got green, the texture looks pretty good, and the color's nice. It should sell for at least a few hundred. That's a profit of over ten times what they paid."
"That's right. Miss, are you selling this stone? I'll offer five hundred."
"I'll offer six hundred. Sell it to me."
"I'll offer eight hundred. Sell it to me."
A few merchants nearby were already poised to make their move.
Grace Winslow and Joanne Chase whispered to each other for a moment before finally selling the stone for twelve hundred to a pot-bellied boss.
The man was very direct, paying them in cash on the spot.
Grace Winslow and Joanne Chase left with a bag full of cash, bundled in thick wads.
