Chapter 109: [045] This is the real leak detection (1)

Gao Youcai first cut his woolen cloth bought for 500,000 yuan. As a result, all the stones were white flowers, not even leather and green.
He looked ugly and continued to cut two pieces, but still no green.
He became desperate, and began to fix the remaining piece of black sand fur, which was his last hope.
He knows that everyone here is watching his jokes, because he just said so much that he couldn't step down.
It will be green, it will be green, and he cuts and prays.
When he cut it in half, Yang Zimei suddenly noticed that the color of ink was seeping out of his wool.
It seems that this wealth of luck is not so bad.
Gao Youcai was annoyed and cut a large piece of cut wool to the center, but there was still no green. He quickly cut a few knives in the rest.
Yang Zimei's brow raised slightly, and she saw that the waste material with ink-colored fluorescence rolled down to the ground and was not cut out.
Gao Youcai saw that he was completely plugged, his face was ugly, and he groaned: "His grandma's bear actually lied to him with fake wool. He spent so much money and bought a pile of waste stones."
Hearing that, Murong Yunqing's eyes were hidden behind the lenses.
"Boss Gao, this is the way gambling is. Even in the old pits, the wool that can be green is 1 in 10,000. Otherwise, there will not be a saying of and heaven. Yushixuan's reputation has always been It's good, unlike those woolen stalls on the street, they will never be faked. "Li Dacheng on the side couldn't help it.
Gao Youcai suddenly remembered that Murong Yunqing was not a simple person, was shocked by his own words, and hurriedly sneered: "Ha ha, sorry, embarrassed, just talking with the fire for a while, Mr. Murong should not blame me for such rough people , I don't understand anything. "
Murong Yunqing ignored him.
"Who owns the waste? I want to pick a few pieces to practice." Yang Zimei looked down at the waste on the ground.
"It's his." Murong Yunqing looked at her thoughtfully.
"Boss Gao, 2,000 yuan. How about these wastes?" Yang Zimei asked Gao Youcai.
Gao Youcai saw her and rolled her eyes: "I want to buy two thousand yuan for what I paid for one million yuan? Huh, no, unless you give twenty thousand yuan!"
"That's it, anyway, I also want to practice calcite with some waste material at will. Since you don't want to, you can take them away." Yang Zimei looked indifferent, and looked down at other wools intentionally.
Gao Youcai looked at the pile of waste on the ground, and it was useless to ask for them. It was better than 2,000 yuan.
"Two thousand dollars, all for you." He gritted his teeth.
Yang Zimei's heart was dark, but his face still looked indifferent. He paid him two thousand yuan for the transfer, then picked up the piece of wool with ink-colored fluorescence from the ground, and took the sanding wheel finely from the side. stand up.
After a while, everyone clearly saw that an ink-colored interface was found in the original white stone in her hand.
"Is it green? Is it Mo Fei?" Li Dacheng stepped forward and asked.
Yang Zimei smiled without answer, and continued to polish.
As soon as Gao Youcai, who just wanted to leave, heard this, he hurriedly turned back and saw that the piece of waste in Yang Zimei's hand really solved the emerald, and exclaimed angrily: "That's my material, and it's my green! "