She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Okay, thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhu."

Yu Yan was overjoyed. He didn't expect that Boss Zhu was so imaginative.

It was true that they came to cause trouble, but they were definitely not sent by his brother.

It might be Gu Zixuan's brother.

What a shameless guy! The younger brother lost the bet, and the older brother instigated a group of playboys to use despicable means to vent his anger on his younger brother.

These two brothers, huh, both have character problems!

Yu Yan actually guessed the mastermind behind the scenes by accident.

“Sister Manshu, please choose carefully and don’t let those shameless people disrupt your rhythm.

"Ah."

Manshu agreed and she had already picked three pieces.

In fact, she didn't hold much hope, but she felt a slight coolness on one of the pieces.

It was similar to what I felt before on the rusty leather material.

She never expected to find treasure in the garbage dump.

At most, it's just some scrap that others don't want, and you're just picking up a bargain.

But the probability of finding a big bargain is too low.

After all, no one is a fool.

She didn't say anything. This kind of cold jade is usually high-grade jade.

But for the low-level ones, which have less spiritual energy, she could not feel anything unusual when touching the raw materials.

Manshu held the fist-sized piece of filling in his hand and threw the other two pieces casually at his feet.

"Do you dismantle stones?"

Seeing that they had almost made their choice, Zhu Daqiang asked.

Only then did everyone realize that there was a stone-crushing machine next to his stall where he was selling three pieces of raw materials for one hundred yuan.

"You are also a stone cutter?"

Could it be that these waste materials were left over from the stones he cut but no one wanted them, so he sold them for recycling?

Manshu had this guess in his mind.

Zhu Daqiang seemed to know what she was thinking, and admitted generously: "Yes, I am actually a stone cutter, and I sell some scraps by the way."

"Some of these scraps are indeed left over from the big stuff, but don't underestimate them. Some are thrown away when a gambler goes bankrupt, but often what's left over may contain treasures."

"I made my fortune by cutting a piece of scrap that others didn't want, so I thought of selling scrap."

Of course, these waste materials are not all the leftovers. Some of them are just small scraps, and the price per kilogram is weighed in the field.

Not worth the money.

Manshu looked up and down at his white vest which had a hole in it.

I really don't see how he made his fortune.

However, people are tough and can't be broken down.

What Manshu wanted to ask was another question: "Does it cost money to cut the stone here?"

The stone-breaking machines inside are free, and they belong to the Gu and Yu families.

But from the outside, this stone-cutter seemed to belong to Zhu Daqiang personally.

"Still be alert little girl."

Zhu Daqiang laughed and waved his fan.

"Of course it costs money. If you don't buy scrap from me, it's 20 yuan per time. If you buy scrap, it's 10 yuan."

Sure enough, there is no businessman who doesn’t know how to do business, even if he looks like just an ordinary street vendor.

"Don't think I'm too good at it. I'm already getting a bargain."

"This little income is not enough to cover my daily expenses."

So are you still willing to do it?

Who are you kidding?

The disbelief in everyone's eyes was very obvious.

Zhu Daqiang explained: "In our business of gambling on stones, there are unwritten rules. If the bet goes up, we will give a red envelope to the stone cutter. That's the big payout."

When he said this, Manshu remembered.

It seems that there is such a rule in the gambling stone industry.

Then she had bet the money had gone up three times before, but she didn't give the stone cutter a red envelope. Doesn't that mean she doesn't know the rules?