Next, no matter which one Si Fan took a liking to, Song Zhi would spend money to buy it. In just a few minutes, several million dollars of Song Zhi's money were already spent.
And Song Zhi was complacently proud because Si Fan couldn't buy any beautiful raw stones.
Soon, the result of the first stone cutting came out, it was a hollow stone.
Song Zhi's previously smug face instantly collapsed, "Damn it, a three hundred thousand dollar raw stone, and you're telling me it's hollow? Didn't I just throw away three hundred thousand dollars?"
The shop assistant, being quite shrewd, said, "Ahem, Young Master Song, as the saying goes, stone gambling is all a gamble, everything relies on luck. The raw stones you buy are all based on guesswork, and the truth is revealed only after cutting."
Song Zhi was visibly irritated, "Get lost, what about the next one?"
The next stone cost him half a million; it was more expensive, so it should yield something beautiful, right?
