Listening to Xu Xinling's introduction, this old man with a goat beard is named Ma Qizhi, and he's from Nanjiang City next door.
It's said that this man is quite famous in Nanjiang City's gambling on stones circle.
No one knew where he had heard that her father was preparing to dabble in gambling on stones, so he took the initiative to get in touch.
Yesterday, they had communicated over the phone and agreed to meet today to view the merchandise.
"Mr. Xu, please have a look."
Ma Qizhi led a group of people to a stall and then pulled out a wooden crate from behind.
The crate was about thirty centimeters long and wide and seemed rather heavy.
He opened the crate and then lifted out a raw stone from inside.
This raw stone had already had a window carved into it, cutting away a piece to reveal a patch of emerald green.
Upon seeing this patch of green, Tang Feng's pupils slightly contracted.
Imperial green?
