Gong Mingyu couldn't help but mock as he looked at the three rough stones Zhou Wenfeng had chosen, "I say, Young Master Zhou, even if you gave me money, there's no need to go this far, right? Are you sure these are rough stones, and not something you picked up from the street side?"
Zhou Wenfeng's face turned a shade redder, but he still retorted, "Hmph, Young Master Gong, whether or not we can cut out any green will have to be seen during the stone cutting. Have you forgotten the incident at the common stone yard just now?"
"You! Fine, just you wait."
Gong Mingyu looked extremely confident, and couldn't wait to send the three rough stones up.
"How should we cut?" asked the stone-cutting master.
"Cut through the middle!"
