Chapter 37: He is a spiritualist! (three)

Big watermelon is a common name in stone gambling circles. Generally speaking, it refers to the rough head size, round and round, similar to watermelon.
Although no one has proved it, from experience, the rough watermelon stone is recognized as the least easy to cut out of the spirit stone. Some people even think that the watermelon is an ordinary stone.
Among a hundred large watermelons, one of the spirit stones cut out is so incense that it burns high, which is enough to see how irrational Chen Fan's choice is.
There are many people who think that Chen Fan’s actions yesterday were all monstrous. This is obviously something that can only be done by laymen who don’t know how to bet on rocks.
The ridicule from all directions drowned Chen Fan.
"I said you bet on a big watermelon. Are you planning to take it home to quench your thirst?"
"Luck can't follow you forever, how about it, is this a slap in the face?"
Upon seeing this scene, Wang Tengfei squinted his eyes happily, with the smile of a winner on his face, and sighed secretly that the winner must be himself.
As for the owners of the other two Shifangs, there is no change in the slightest, and their faces are still unlovable.
For them, in the end, no matter who wins, they will lose everything and nothing is left. In the future, they can only leave Qingyang City and look for opportunities elsewhere in order to make a comeback.
Chen Fan didn't pay attention to what others said. In fact, how could he not know the risk of choosing a big watermelon, but even so, he wanted to take a gamble. After all, betting on stones is to gamble first.
Except for the fourth rough stone, which he can see through, the other three are all empty under the perception of spiritual power.
But the big watermelon was different, and Chen Fan had a faint feeling of being confused.
That's why he chose this way.
Of course, all this is the result of discussing with Mu Wanrong. After all, the person who really participated is Mu Jiashifang, and Chen Fan can only be an aid at best.
If Mu Wanrong insisted on fighting steadily and choosing the fourth rough stone, he would not have any complaints.
Obviously, Mu Wanrong's personality is similar to Chen Fan, both radical and bold.
"So, who of the two will cut the stone first?"
Qingyuan let out a sigh of relief, suppressing all the complex emotions in his heart, and opened his mouth.
Chen Fan wanted to cut the stone first, but he didn't expect that Wang Tengfei would be the first to stand up, with a seemingly indifferent but arrogant smile on the corners of his mouth. He clasped his fists and bowed to everyone: "Thanks to all of you, Wang will Cut the stone first, and after the winner is divided, thank you all in person!"
After Wang Tengfei said a word, he personally went to the court to cut the stone, without giving Chen Fan and Mu Wanrong any face.
With the knife in his hand, the rough stone was cut open, and there were about 80 inferior spirit stones in it.
Everyone knew that these four rough stones were not of high quality, so they didn't care, and even some opportunists had begun to congratulate Wang Tengfei.
"Happy now, isn't it a bit too early?"
After all, Mu Wanrong's temperament is not as good as Chen Fan's. Seeing Wang Tengfei's ambition, she sneered.
Unexpectedly, Wang Tengfei didn't care and didn't conceal the joy on his face. "So what? Do you still want to defeat me with a big watermelon?"
Chen Fan stopped Mu Wanrong from continuing to argue, walked slowly to the side of the big watermelon, and started to cut the stones!
"Look at it, Chen Fan can't afford to lose, and he wants to cut a big watermelon. I'm afraid he is thirsty."
"Hey, if this kind of stone can cut out a spirit stone, I will swallow the stone skin on the spot!"