However, no one found it strange that the volume of the violet jadeite was not small, and coupled with its icy texture, two million was merely the base price; it certainly wouldn't stop before thirty million.

Yet, when the dust finally settled, the price of the violet jadeite was surprisingly different. Not thirty million, but forty million, forty-three million.

The bidders were not some extravagantly wealthy tycoons, but two jewelry store managers who had teamed up to secure the violet piece, intending to split it evenly later. This was a common practice: if one couldn't take it all, they’d divide the spoils. After all, as long as there was enough profit to be made, even sworn enemies could bury the hatchet.

Seeing this, several small and medium-sized jade dealers instantly regretted their hesitation; they should have thought of this strategy earlier.

If one person couldn't afford it, several could join forces. Whether they divided the weight of the jadeite based on capital contribution or bought it first and then resold it to share the profits, it could all be amicably negotiated.

With this realization, a few jade merchants who usually got along well began forming alliances.

This cliquish behavior went largely unnoticed because, after the violet jadeite was sold, everyone's attention snapped back to Wang Guan. At that moment, many regarded Wang Guan with near-worship. If he weren't a god, how could anyone cut six raw stones in a row, only to reveal top-tier jadeite every single time?

"Is he the heir to the Jadeite King? Perhaps the illegitimate son of the Jade Emperor?"

Amidst some people's fanciful musings, Wang Guan didn't wait to be prompted; he proactively took out a stone from the carriage. The reason it was "taken" rather than "lifted" was that the stone was small enough to be easily held in his hand.

However, at this point, the crowd was no longer concerned with the stone's exterior; they only cared about what surprise Wang Guan would bring next. But Wang Guan’s next move stunned everyone; he wasn't cutting the stone, but rather performing a very methodical rubbing process.

Seeing this, many were bewildered, but as they watched, they suddenly realized Wang Guan wasn't just rubbing a small window; he was systematically removing the stone's outer skin entirely.

Instantly, relief washed over many onlookers. They knew Wang Guan wouldn't disappoint them. In their minds, Wang Guan’s unique method of revealing the stone had become one of the key indicators that the stone was guaranteed to spike in value.

If Wang Guan knew what they were thinking, he would surely find it amusing to the point of laughter.

Regardless, the rubbing continued, and as time passed, the stone, which had been the size of a small melon, gradually shrank until only a ping-pong ball remained.

Simultaneously, sharp-eyed individuals noticed a faint yellow hue subtly emerging amidst the flying stone powder.

"Yellow?"

At first glance, someone speculated, "Perhaps yellow jade..."

"Yellow jade?"

In an instant, several people frowned slightly. It wasn't that they disliked yellow jade; in fact, yellow jade was vibrant and bright, and its presence in any stone was usually welcome. However, most yellow jade was cloudy and impure, often tinged with brown—not bright enough nor translucent enough—placing it in the mid-range category of jadeite, with a relatively modest value.

Of course, there were always exceptions...

Just then, Wang Guan completed his work and, holding the revealed piece, casually rinsed it in the water basin. He then flicked off the water droplets and gently spread his palm open.

Instantly, a sheen of oily, almost dripping yellow luster captured everyone's attention. They looked closely and saw that the ping-pong-sized piece of jadeite rested on Wang Guan's palm like a dollop of tender chicken fat. The color was crystal clear, uniformly vibrant, and deeply saturated; it was immediately evident that this, too, was of the icy, glassy texture.

Without needing to say more, this was another top-grade piece of jadeite. While the adage states that red jade, green jade, and purple jade are most prized, one must not forget that in China, yellow is the true imperial color. The term "Descendants of Yan and Huang" itself speaks volumes about the reverence the Chinese hold for yellow. Seeing a piece of chicken-fat yellow, glassy jadeite, what do you think the crowd's first reaction was?

At this moment, people weren't exclaiming over Wang Guan's luck in uncovering another masterpiece, nor were they praising him as a master. Instead, checkbooks were brandished, and they surged forward.

Thirty million, forty million, fifty million...

By this point, the major tycoons paid less heed to whether the yellow jadeite was worth the price; they valued its symbolism more. Or perhaps, for the very wealthy, the symbolism was the value of the chicken-fat yellow jadeite.

After a fierce bidding war, a major boss from Shanghai lit a cigar, laughed through the swirling smoke, and emerged victorious, paying the price of a check filled with eight fives.

"Five" (Wǔ) sounds like "Unique" (Wú) in context, literally meaning "Uniquely Supreme"—truly dominant, no wonder he won.

"Thank you."

Wang Guan accepted the check, handed over the jadeite, and concluded another transaction. He then did a quick calculation and realized he had essentially recouped his initial investment. This was truly a glittering path to riches.

With a slight sigh, Wang Guan walked back to the side of the carriage. Just as everyone excitedly assumed he was about to reveal another stone, they watched him casually close the carriage door and climb up into the driver's cab.

"Thank you for your patronage; perhaps we'll meet again."

Wang Guan chuckled lightly, immediately started the truck, slowly backed out of the rear yard, took a turn, and vanished into the alleyways. After a long moment, the crowd finally seemed to wake up, their reactions varied.

The younger attendees immediately rushed out, hoping to apprentice themselves to him. The mature and composed bosses and jade merchants surrounded Boss Yang, pressing him for details about Wang Guan.

They had seen clearly that there were many more raw stones inside the truck. Considering Wang Guan's performance, they had every reason to suspect those stones held exceptionally high-quality jadeite.

More importantly, after years in the stone gambling circle, none of them had ever encountered anyone as supernatural as this. Whatever he cut turned into a profit, and not just a modest one, but a massive, massive increase in value. Especially considering the process he used for the last stone—it could only be described as unfathomable.

Of course, they didn't truly believe in supernatural forces. They were just intensely curious: how did Wang Guan, so young, possess such skill? And why had no one ever heard of someone this formidable before?

These questions naturally needed answers from Boss Yang.

"Don't ask me; I honestly don't know," Yang said.

Under their relentless questioning, Boss Yang himself was filled with doubts, his expression strange. "If I told you he only recently started stone gambling, that he’s a complete newcomer, would you believe me?"

"Nonsense. Anyone who believes that is an idiot," a shop owner who was friendly with Yang rolled his eyes. "Old Yang, we’re just trying to get some information. If you’re being secretive about your own treasures, fine, but don't insult us with lies."

"Exactly! If he's a novice, what does that make us? Worse than novices?" The crowd complained, clearly dissatisfied with Yang's apparent "concealment."

"Hey, I knew you wouldn't believe me if I told the truth, but it is the truth," Yang chuckled wryly. "And I’m not actually close with him. I only know he’s a friend of Young Master Jia. We went to the Myanmar public auction together a few days ago. Back then, he acted like a complete layman who knew nothing about jadeite. We even laughed at him for buying so many rough stones, thinking he was just another dissolute rich kid squandering his inheritance."

"Really?"

Seeing Yang’s earnest expression, they began to half-believe him.

"Young Master Jia, is that Jia Qin?"

At the same time, a major boss accustomed to dealing in stones mused, "If he's friends with Jia Qin, then birds of a feather flock together. That alone proves he must be a formidable expert. The reason he acted like a novice was surely to play the part of the pig eating the tiger."

"Yes, that must be it."

The others readily agreed, convinced the boss had guessed correctly. They then began speculating about Wang Guan’s background. His accent didn't sound Northern; could he really be the Jadeite King's apprentice?

Hearing their discussions, Boss Yang truly couldn't bear to tell them that Wang Guan's actual profession was antique collecting...

"Ah, what a shame," someone sighed after a moment of deliberation. "Those stones in the truck must have been carefully selected by him before he bought them. While they might not all be top-tier jadeite, there must be plenty of high-grade stones among them."

"Exactly."

The others nodded in agreement, already regretting not stopping Wang Guan earlier. They had missed a huge opportunity—a chance to get things on the cheap.

Never mind that they had been bidding tens of millions moments ago; there was always a limit. In any case, buying jadeite revealed this way was far cheaper than purchasing finished top-grade pieces from jewelry companies. Otherwise, why would anyone frequent the stone gambling streets? It was precisely because buying jadeite from the person who cuts the stone was more cost-effective.

Seeing they couldn't pry any further secrets from Boss Yang about Wang Guan’s background, they dispersed in small groups, filled with lingering regret. Every single person felt they had left something unfinished, constantly discussing the day's events.

It was certain that within a short time, the news of someone cutting seven consecutive raw stones that all yielded top-grade jadeite would spread through the circle, creating a new legend.

Naturally, some people would believe this story, while others would be deeply skeptical. The believers would be few, and the doubters many, with some even suggesting the entire event was a rumor fabricated by the stone gambling street to attract more gamblers. Those in the know merely smiled and thought it was better that the skeptics remained unconvinced; it meant only a select few would share the secret, which constituted an advantage.

Amidst this flurry of discussion, three days later, several major tycoons and heads of jewelry companies suddenly received an invitation to attend a small jewelry exhibition at an undisclosed location.

Normally, upon receiving such an invitation, these wealthy individuals and company bosses would simply ignore it. But when they saw the seal on the invitation card, they all changed their minds and decided to attend as scheduled. There was no special reason, other than the fact that the invitation bore the seal of one specific person.

Tang Zheng, the titan behind the Tang Dynasty real estate empire—Tang Zheng... RS