One after another, stones that were sent up in a line turned out worthless and were thrown away once they were cut open...
Slowly, the hills of black rock dwindled, leaving only a few scattered pieces on the ground of the warehouse.
More and more people came to watch, and many discussions were heard:
"Itʼs a loss! Itʼs a loss! Oh, this piece is a loss again!"
"Damn it, this bad luck is like nothing else… how many stones were worth nothing?"
"Mute Pao, stinky hands Liu and the Suo family, betting on rocks together? They are brave. With three of them together I am not surprised if they bought a mine and lost it all!"
"Ahem, keep your voice down if you donʼt want to cause trouble. Just shut up and watch."
The King of Hpakant and Tun Qin, with faces longer than donkeys, stared at the broken pieces that were scattered around. There was a fire burning in their eyes.
Li Du calmly said, "Itʼs okay, we still have many stones."
