Chapter 27: Cash Flow
The next morning, when Zhang Yang opened his eyes, he didn't rush to get up. Instead, he silently counted for a few seconds.
Left leg, right leg, quadriceps, hamstrings…
Move a little.
Hiss… sore as hell.
Like a staggering old man, Zhang Yang supported himself on the bed and stood up, slowly washing up and taking a shower.
Today was Sunday, also the last weekend before the May Day holiday. The next time there would be a break would be directly on May Day.
Last night Song Wenqin mentioned wanting to buy a jade bracelet, so he might as well buy one for his mother in Shanghai. After all, he had nearly five hundred thousand in hand now.
A little after nine in the morning, Zhang Yang drove the Cayenne straight to a jade shop near Chenghuang Temple.
Inside a well-reputed old jade shop, Zhang Yang looked at the bracelets in the display counter while listening to the staff's introduction.
Naturally he wasn't interested in the glutinous-type jade under ten thousand yuan. Bracelets around a hundred thousand or so with lower-grade icy jade were quite suitable. As for the higher-quality high-ice or even glass-type jade bracelets, those started at several hundred thousand to over a million.
And those kinds of bracelets, even in the store, were basically treasures used to hold down the shop.
The awkward part was that even if Zhang Yang wanted to buy those right now, he still couldn't afford them.
"I'll take this one." Zhang Yang chose a lower-grade icy jade bracelet and asked the staff to pack it up. As for better ones, he would wait until his financial strength improved further.
Outside in the square not far away, it was especially lively. Zhang Yang heard from the staff that some kind of jade gambling event was being held.
"It's been held for several years already, mainly to attract people. They're mostly entry-level raw stones brought from Myanmar. Prices are usually a few hundred to a few thousand-basically just for fun."
Zhang Yang gave an "oh," watching the clerk write the receipt and pack the item.
The bracelet was settled, costing a total of 150,000 yuan.
Zhang Yang carried the bag out of the store and originally planned to go straight back, but on the way he was drawn by the raw stone event not far away, so he simply walked over to take a look.
At each stall, all kinds of gambling stones of different sizes were piled together. Around them stood circles of citizens watching the excitement, picking and choosing. Many of them looked quite professional, holding magnifying glasses and powerful flashlights, each examining more seriously than the next.
"How much is this one?" An old man picked up a stone, weighing it in his hand while asking.
"The one in your hand is five hundred. These here are in the thousand-yuan range. Want to take a look over here?" the stall owner enthusiastically introduced.
Zhang Yang had heard before that gambling on raw stones meant one cut could make you poor, one cut could make you rich-one cut heaven, one cut hell. He also knew that stones costing a few hundred or a few thousand were exactly what the shop assistant had said earlier-just for the excitement.
If you wanted to get jade out of it, it was basically like winning the lottery.
It wasn't that he had never fantasized about casually buying a stone and cutting it open to reveal glass-type imperial green jade. After all, he already had a system, so getting jade from a stone wasn't completely impossible either.
But after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea. How could something so cliché and coincidental really happen?
At a stall not far away, there were even more onlookers, but very few people actually buying. Zhang Yang walked closer to look. The raw stones at this stall were each quite large, and there weren't many of them. When he asked about the price, some were tens of thousands, some over a hundred thousand, even several hundred thousand.
These were the stones that actually had a chance of producing valuable jade. Of course, the cost was also high. Prices of tens or even hundreds of thousands weren't something just anyone could casually try.
"Still cutting or not?" Beside the stall, a worker was opening a window on a stone according to the buyer's request.
After the window was rubbed open on a watermelon-sized stone, the color looked distinct and the appearance seemed quite promising.
The buyer held a flashlight and examined it repeatedly, checking the transparency. His expression clearly showed hesitation about whether to continue cutting.
The experienced watchers nearby began discussing all at once.
"The window looks good. Plenty of water."
"But the light penetration isn't great."
"There are chicken claw cracks on the surface too."
"Better sell it now. The purchase price wasn't high anyway. If you sell now you can still make a bit. If you cut it open and it collapses, it'll be worthless."
Zhang Yang stood among the crowd watching the excitement. He had already heard the price.
This buyer had taken the risk and spent fifty thousand yuan on the stone. Now that a window had been opened, it seemed like there might be jade inside, but the overall performance of the raw stone didn't inspire much confidence.
"Sigh!" The buyer put away the flashlight, his expression struggling for a moment as if he had made a decision. "Three hundred thousand! Anyone want it for three hundred thousand? I'm thinking of selling."
He held up three fingers and looked around. It was obvious he didn't plan to take the risk anymore and wanted to lock in his profit.
The surrounding people looked at each other. For a moment, no one was willing to take over.
After all, if he had that concern, other buyers had the same concern. If the inside matched the window that had been rubbed open, then everyone would be happy and someone would make a fortune.
But if one cut ruined it, three hundred thousand would go straight down the drain.
Three hundred thousand wasn't a small amount. Unless someone truly had money to spare and was willing to gamble.
"Three hundred thousand? Will you sell for two hundred thousand? If you do, I'll take the risk," someone among the onlookers finally asked.
"Not for two hundred thousand. I only want to sell because I'm unsure. If it really cuts out jade, it'll be worth at least three million." The original buyer waved his hand and refused outright.
Whether it rose or collapsed-each had a fifty percent probability. It just depended on who was willing to risk three hundred thousand.
"Three hundred thousand?" Zhang Yang wanted to leave, but his heart stirred a little.
Those stones worth a few hundred or a few thousand producing valuable jade was pure daydreaming. But this stone in front of him was just one step away from revealing the result-it only depended on who dared to gamble tens of thousands.
Zhang Yang didn't really need to join the excitement, but if jade really came out of it, it would help him a lot.
He would have an excuse for driving the Porsche Cayenne home. Wasn't that far more convincing than saying he won the lottery or made money trading stocks?
Just a few hundred thousand… maybe he should take the gamble?
"Forget it, I'll walk around more." Zhang Yang suppressed the temptation in his heart and left to wander around.
After one round, he somehow wandered back again.
The stone was still being sold, and there were even more spectators now.
"No one wants it? If no one wants it, I'm cutting it!" After shouting several times with no buyers, the owner gritted his teeth and prepared to have the worker cut it open directly. Whether it rose or collapsed-he would gamble it all.
Zhang Yang pushed through the crowd and walked in, immediately calling out.
"I'll buy it at that price."
The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment. Everyone looked at Zhang Yang, and the next second the commotion became even louder.
Three hundred thousand-this young guy was really going to pay?
He actually dared to take out three hundred thousand to gamble? Wasn't he afraid of losing everything?
"This…" The buyer had just mustered up the courage to cut it open, but now he was interrupted. The feeling of being stuck halfway made him extremely uncomfortable.
"If you want to sell, I'll buy. If you want to cut it yourself, then go ahead and cut it. Just pretend I didn't say anything." Zhang Yang said casually.
After all, it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea. Losing three hundred thousand was something he could afford. It was only a little more than ten days of cashback income.
If the other party sold, he would give it a try. If not, he wouldn't force it.
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