"Counting soldiers, picking generals, whoever I count, that's the one I pick, it's not him, it's you!"
Amid expectant gazes, Zhang Xiaowei mumbled the kind of rhyme that only kids would chant, his finger erratically touching upon the raw stones.
Zhang Xiaowei's quirky actions left the surrounding crowd dumbfounded.
"No way, he's actually using a child's play to select rough stones?"
"These rough stones are worth tens of thousands of dollars each; isn't this a bit too childish?"
"If he can pick a rough stone with jade just like that, then what's the point in us researching at all!"
Just then, as his final word dropped, Zhang Xiaowei's finger landed on a small rough stone.
"Alright, this one, how much?"
The beauty didn't hesitate and said, "Fifty thousand yuan."
Zhang Xiaowei, who was ready to buy the rough stone, was taken aback.
