Fully in character as a simpleton, An Ning held the stone in one hand, tapped it with the other, and said, "It makes a pretty sound."
Such an amateurish remark made the trio of scammers laugh to themselves.
"Alright, let's go get it cut open."
"I've got a good feeling about Little Sister An's stone."
"Let's all go take a look."
The three of them showered An Ning with praise as they led her to the backyard.
At the same time, quite a few other people were also in the backyard, where someone was having a stone publicly cut.
"Look, it's showing green!"
"That color's not bad at all."
"Looks like Wang is finally turning his luck around."
"The translucency is pretty good too."
The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion. In front of them, the half-bald man, Wang, stood with his arms ramrod straight, his eyes glued to the raw jadeite stone without a single blink.
He had bet his entire life savings on it—his very last nest egg.
