Those two men naturally noticed the waste material on the ground and, hearing what Huo Sining had to say, secretly smacked their lips in pity, feeling sorry for themselves, "It's not easy to come across the albumen type, you guys are really out of luck, if it weren't for the black moss, a piece of albumen type material could be worth millions!"
"I know, right." Bai Yishan also frowned, her face a picture of agony, putting on a very convincing act.
Those two men were simple and rough by nature, and never suspected that Huo Sining and her companion were lying, taking their words for the truth immediately.
"Little sister, take care to handle your grief, nobody who gambles on stones has never been completely ruined; you'll get used to it. If you're down on your luck this time, maybe next time you'll hit it big, don't be too heartbroken now, haha."
