"You sure you want this piece, brother? You can't change your mind after this." The stall owner smiled blandly. All the ores were his, so naturally, he knew which were the real deal and which were duds.
Still, It was abundantly clear that Chu Kuangren had picked one of the worst ones.
The chances of getting anything good from the ores were extremely low.
"I'm sure. I'll take this." Chu Kuangren smiled.
Beside him, an old veteran who was also picking out ores spoke when he saw Chu Kuangren picking so casually, "If you think you can get something good by sheer luck, you're in for a surprise, young man. Betting on ores isn't as easy as you think."
"You can't just rely on luck for matters like this."
The old veteran was an expert with hundreds of years of experience when it came to ore betting, and he despised those that relied on luck. To him, a stroke of luck was only temporary.
