Zhong Dapao and Liu Zi could not believe their eyes. They had seen their fair share of cutting that made or broke people at Hpakant, and even lost a fair bit after cutting their own rocks. Just yesterday, Li Du had lost a bundle because of the cutting. Even so, they could not believe their eyes.
However, this time the rock was worth a million dollars! Just like that, they wasted all that money. Both of them were heartbroken. To them, this was not just money. It was thirty, forty thousand catties of rice. It was hundreds of brand-new stone houses.
Someone prompted from the side, "The stone's still big. Keep cutting."
Zhong Dapao chimed in, "That's right, Young Master Li, keep cutting. There might be something worth uncovering."
Li Du shook his head. "I made a bad call. This rock really isn't worth much."
The teenager piped in callously, "That's right. This rock is garbage, and I said as much before."
