"How would you know any of these rocks aren’t of good quality? You didn't even take a close look on them! Besides, you’re just a layman, so what do you know?"
The old man who owned the gambling rocks stall reprimanded Fane. He was so livid that he wanted to choke Fane to death. Was this punk here to ruin his business and reputation?
"Shut up if you don’t know anything about gambling o n rocks!” Yvonne rolled her eyes at Fane and squatted down to pick her rock.
After a while, she picked up one rock. "This is it,” she exclaimed. "This rock isn’t bad at all!"
Michael’s brows furrowed. He was not confident in this game as he knew Yvonne was more experienced than he was in this area, though he believed his ability to tell a good rock improved so much lately.
Michael wandered between a few rocks for several times and eventually picked a rock of similar size." This rock is it!"
Fane silently looked at both rocks chosen and approached Yvonne.
"Miss Yvonne, I suggest you change yours. Although your piece looks good from this angle, you'll find that it's not as Young Master Wilson's once you cut it
open," Fane reasoned.
"Impossible!"
Nevertheless, how could Yvonne believe his words? With a stern glance, she replied, "What do you know? From my years of experience, my rock is definitely of better quality than Young Master Wilson's!"
"Naha! Miss Yvonne, although Fane is a nonprofessional in this area, sometimes the words from his filthy mouth are quite accurate! What if he's right this time? Then I'll win!" Michael commented without hiding any hint of happiness over his face.
"Hmph! I don’t believe I’ll lose to you!" Yvonne countered angrily.
"I'll weigh these two rocks and quote you according to the current market price. It'll be 10 thousand bucks per 500 gram!" spoke the stall owner.
"Not a problem!"
Yvonne's pallor was deathlike, looking at the content o f the rock. There was a little jade inside the rock, but it was way too little, just a thin layer in it. Even if this rock was processed and polished into jade, it would only worth 10 thousand bucks or so.
The fact that a rock worth 150 thousand became a pitiable 10 thousand pierced right through Yvonne’s heart, and she felt it bleed.
The most atrocious thing was that she was on an unfavorable side. If she lost, she would have to pay 30 thousand bucks! 1 turned her head facing Fane and threw him a deadly glare.
"Fane, if I lose, it’s all because you jinxed me!" Yvonne
Fane did not know whether to cry or to laugh at this moment. "I already told you and asked you to change t o another. I can’t help you if you don’t believe me, right?"
"Phew!"
Michael heaved a huge sigh of relief when he saw Yvonne's rock was not of a good quality. He then handed his piece of rock over to the apprentice. "Open mine now!"
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