After Wang Renze had finished cutting the gemstone, it was Xiao Zheng's turn. Xiao Zheng's stone weighed over thirty kilograms and wasn't cheap, costing well over one hundred thousand yuan.
Holding the stone, he walked up to the stone-cutting master and asked for help cutting it. His expression, however, was quite calm, showing no sign of nervousness.
When the crowd saw this scene, they couldn't help but laugh.
"Look, you might as well not cut it. With a stone like that, I doubt anything will come out of it."
"Hehehe, if you give up now, it's not too late, otherwise, you'll lose over one hundred thousand yuan, and there goes several years of your salary."
"This stone of yours isn't even as good as those found on the ground. Just a waste of money."
The corners of their mouths bore a hint of mocking smiles, looking at Xiao Zheng as if he were a fool.
