Chapter 35: On how cannon fodder is dead

After the group left, they searched the gambling street again. I don’t know if it was because a piece of ice apple green jade was cut out, which stimulated many customers buying wool. Not only the sales of the gambling shop increased, but also others. Gambling shop.
But to be honest, no matter which industry you are in, only a few people make money. Anyway, Ming Wuxiang spent two hours strolling in the gambling street and never heard the sound of firecrackers. Needless to say, since the piece of ice apple green jade was cut out to now, there has been no piece of wool cut up.
But I believe that in these two hours, no one went to lay the stone.
However, it doesn't matter to him what the other people are like. After seeing the wool in several stone gambling shops, I didn't feel it or the price was too high. Ming Wuxiang now has only half a million funds left, even if Yixing can help, he can't borrow too much.
Ming Wuxiang hadn't planned to sell the jadeite originally, and the funds could not be returned to the circulation at all, so if you can save some points, you should save as much as possible.
There is still an hour before the gambling time at five o'clock, and only Ming Wuxiang and Gu Tang in the group can still feel calm. Yi Luggage and Jiahua are already anxious. The assistant Ye left for a while and didn't know where he was going, but he came back soon and said to Ming Wu and his peers.
"I just asked someone to inquire about it. In addition to Boss Chen's gambling shop, there is also a well-known gambling shop in Shishi Gambling Street in Shanshi."
It turned out that Assistant Ye was leaving to inquire about the news. As soon as he heard Assistant Ye's words, Yi Xing's eyes lit up, "Master Dao, let's go to this stone gambling shop." There is only one hour left, like a blind person. It's not a problem to fly around.
"Okay, let's go and see if it fits." Ming Wuxiang has no opinion.
On the road, Assistant Ye told everyone what he had heard about the shop.
This stone gambling shop is different from the owner of Chen, and the backer is not small, and it is rumored to be the in-laws of Gu's family in Dijing City. The owner's surname is Xin.
When Ming Wuxiang heard that the owner of the gambling shop was a relative of Gu's family, he subconsciously turned his eyes to Gu Tang.
When Gu Tang heard the boss's surname Xin, he showed a look of enlightenment. He noticed the curious sight of Ming Wuxiang and nodded gently to him.
If it is Xin, that's right, his third aunt is Xin, and the gambling shop should be owned by the third aunt.
Seeing Gu Tang nodding his head, Ming Wu became more curious about this stone gambling shop.
This stone gambling shop deserves to have a strong background. It covers an area of ​​at least twice the size of Boss Chen’s stone gambling shop. It also has a second floor, but the second floor is filled with semi-gambling wool. Half bet that the price of wool is too high, and Ming Wu is not interested in that.
Standing in front of the gambling shop, I looked up and saw the word Xinju written in wild cursiveness. Looking at this domineering and leaky plaque, I compared the nearby gambling shop.
A group of people walked into the gambling shop, there were not many guests, and they also saw Zhang Shao's group. Yi Xing and Li Jiahua were very synchronized at the same time, curling their lips and muttering: "Unlucky!"
Come on, don't you see that these two people are so synchronized, you can't help but smile: "Okay, they buy theirs, we look at ours and ignore it."
However, this world is not about you ignoring others, others will ignore you, especially young master Zhang Shao who likes to pop out to find his presence.
I don't know what Zhang Shao said to the clerk. Anyway, Zhang Shao smiled at the end. It seems that the piece of wool in front of him should suit him well.
After Zhang Shao paid, he turned around and saw Yi Xing's group of people. The smug smile on his face immediately sank, but the smug smile on his face again when he thought of the wool he just bought.
"Yi Shao is here too."
Yi Xing glanced at Ming Wuxiang, who was concentrating on picking the wool, stepped forward, blocking Zhang Shao’s gaze, and asked back with a more arrogant expression than Zhang Shao,
Why, is it that Xin Ju is Shaokai Zhang? Come?"
The backer behind Xinju's stone gambling shop is the Gu family, one of the four major families in Emperor City, and Zhang Shao dare not make trouble here even if he is mentally disabled.
Zhang Shao looked at Yixing who was digging holes for him with words, and sneered, "Yi Shao is trying to harm Ben Shao. Who doesn't know that Xin Ju is the property of the Xin family. How can Ben Shao make such a big bet? Stone shop."
Yixing shrugged, I just dug a hole to bury you, so what? The expression was very awkward, which made Zhang Shao ticklish with hate, but before Zhang Shao got furious, the dogleg next to him immediately grabbed him.
"Shao Zhang, calm down, this is Xin Ju!"
Xinju is not a place where the elder brothers of these small places can go wild. I didn't see the employee who had just traded with Shao Zhang standing not far away, looking at them with a decent smile on his face.
Although they didn't open their mouths to prevent the two sides from fighting each other, if they dared to make trouble in Xinju, the Xinju clerk would definitely let them know why the flowers are so popular.
Just as the atmosphere on both sides became increasingly sharp, a clear voice suddenly came in.
"Excuse me, how much is this piece of wool?" Ming Wuxiang spoke, and he didn't care at all about himself being the focus of the crowd, only beckoning to the Xinju clerk not far away.
"Hello this guest, this piece of wool in your hand sells for 1.8 million." Hearing Ming Wuxiang's call, the clerk walked past quickly, glanced at the mark on the wool, and replied with a smile.
Ming Wuxiang asked about a trapezoidal wool that was forty centimeters high, thirty centimeters wide and one meter long. Looking at the performance of the wool skin, 1.8 million is really not expensive. If it weren't for a crack in the skin, the price of wool would definitely be more than that.
There is a term in the gambling world called not afraid of big cracks, afraid of small knots. However, no one can guarantee that the cracks on this piece of wool will not be eaten. The risk is too great. Many guests shook their heads regrettably when they saw this crack.
A clerk in a gambling shop must have an understanding of wool. Seeing this young man asking for a price, he was very curious, but his professionalism prevented him from putting curiosity on his face.
Ming Wuxiang fell silent when he heard the price quoted by the clerk.
The price is really not low for him, but based on the performance of the wool in front of him, the price is not too expensive. If it were not for the crack on the top, the price of this wool would definitely be three or four million.
Obviously nothing looks at the wool, unlike those professionals who shrink when they see the cracks, he uses his spiritual sense to see it.
When touching this piece of wool, the divine consciousness quickly reacted, but the reaction made Ming Wuxiang a little confused for a while.
Different from the previous feelings, the feedback from the divine consciousness this time is very strange, like pinching tofu, as if the divine consciousness will disperse as soon as it is applied.
Thinking of the crack on the wool...
After hearing the wool price, Ming Wuxiang suddenly fell silent, causing Zhang Shao on the opposite side to misunderstand.
With a critical look, he glanced at nothing, and said, "Why, is this scared after hearing the price of wool? Young people don’t have money to buy wool from the gambling street. This is not yours. Where the poor come."
Zhang Shao sneered, Ming Wuxiang squinted his eyes and looked at the dead guy opposite.
And Gu Tang, who was in a wheelchair, looked at Zhang Shao's sight, even more cold and ruthless.