The two arrived at the entrance of the warehouse and saw seven or eight burly men in black on each side, all exuding a formidable presence.
"Young Master Lin!"
The dozen or so men in black, upon seeing Lin Fatty, all greeted him respectfully.
"Open the door!"
Lin Fatty commanded with a wave of his hand, oozing authority.
"Yes!"
All three locks on the warehouse door were unlocked, and Lin Fatty led Tang Luo inside.
"Old Tang, how do we proceed?"
"Where is the stonemason?"
"He'll be here shortly."
"Good."
Tang Luo nodded his head; he looked at the warehouse full of jade rough stones and also felt a tinge of expectation—what kind of changes would occur after the Tile absorbed the spiritual energy of these jades?
"Hey, Old Tang, have President Han's stones been cut open?"
Lin Fatty, suddenly recalling something, asked.
"Mhm, they've all been cut open."
"What's the value?"
Lin Fatty hurriedly inquired.
"Not much, about eight hundred million I guess."