"Why the long faces? The old man here spent four thousand on a stone that's now worth over two hundred thousand, isn't that a profit? Are you not setting off firecrackers because you look down on me?"
Ding Mo teased the crowd with a chuckle, not taking their ulterior motives seriously.
After all, in the gamble for stones industry, he had seen too many people and had long since reached a state of equanimity in face of honor or disgrace.
Only then did the crowd snap out of their silence, offering congratulations and setting off firecrackers, creating quite the festive scene.
Seeing that the matter was settled, Song Yun wrapped his arm around Ye Qingqing, who was protectively clutching the red fei cui, and intended to leave.
"Young man, wait a minute!"
Ding Mo squeezed past the crowd and quickly approached Song Yun with a smile, saying, "I was wondering if you might be interested in going with me to see the real gamble for stones scene? To see how others play the game."
