The rough material, destined for carving, weighed six and a half kilograms, yet it fetched a startling high price of thirty thousand yuan. It turned out this piece wasn't a complete gamble; it already featured a small window, revealing a deep emerald green within. Having been successfully cut once before, its price naturally commanded several times that of a completely uncut rough.

The piece was gambled on by three middle-aged men; when paying, each produced ten thousand yuan in cash, suggesting they were pooling their resources for a joint venture.

“I’ll take the first cut!” The long-faced man leading the trio rubbed his hands together excitedly, placing the rough onto the cutting table.

Wang Zhuo, curious, activated his X-ray vision and instantly knew these men were destined to lose. The green color was confined only to a thin streak near the existing window, and it was merely (nuò zhǒng) with scattered flower patterns. At best, it could yield one large decorative piece; the rest was nothing but worthless

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