I don’t know the market and don’t bet on stones, but damn, I really can’t recognize it.
Ye Qing stood up, took a cigarette from the stone table, lit it and took a deep breath to calm his mind, then squatted on the stone to look carefully.
Fan Tong learned his stone-cutting skills from him.
Therefore, I know his temperament and temperament well, and when I see him like this, I know that he has encountered a problem.
Dark red sandy skin.
Ever since the stone was moved out, Sangji had been observing Ye Qing. It took four young men to move the stone out carefully.
This kid was able to turn it over by himself. And it can make this stone fall to the ground slowly without falling.
Gambling on stones, gambling on seeds, gambling on sex and gambling on cracks.
It can be said that there is no real jadeite without cracks.
The crack is a big crack, and the bet on the big crack is the variant color change, because the crack will prevent the spread of species and color inside the stone.
The locks are small cracks, but this kind of crack is the most terrifying. Once a spider crack appears, it will destroy everything.
It's not worthless, but the price is a thousand times worse.
Therefore, after a rough stone is unearthed, it must not be dropped.
The original stone is already cracked. If it spreads to the jadeite inside, if it is dropped hard, cracks may form under the interaction of gravity.
Therefore, both moving and turning stones must be done with caution.
This tests the stone gambler's arm strength. If you don't have this arm strength, it's best not to move.
This is also the reason why stone gambling shops hide good stones from stone gamblers.
What shocked Sanji the most was Fan Tong's hand.
He held a strong flashlight and kept shining it. Ye Qing squatted and observed the stone for ten minutes, while he remained motionless for ten minutes.
Not only did his hands not move, even his feet and body posture were exactly the same as ten minutes ago.
Sanji is an old soldier, so of course he knows what this means.
Only sharpshooters who have undergone special training can have such a stable mentality and such a steady hand.
Ye Qing watched for half an hour before returning to his seat with an expressionless expression. He poured himself a bowl of water and drank it all in one gulp. Then he picked up the cigarette case and threw one to Fan Tong. Then he Light one and take a deep breath.
Seeing this detail, Sanji's pupils shrank again. Even when his mind was extremely exhausted, he did not forget his companions and showed them the greatest respect.
Such a person is a wise master who can be followed to death.
Fan Tong took it as a matter of course and returned behind him silently. Although he was smoking, he kept looking at the Kachin soldiers on guard on the roof from the corner of his eyes.
As the Kachin soldiers moved around on the roof, he would adjust his posture at any time and use his body to block the Kachin soldiers' sight.
This is a man who dares to die for his master.
"What the hell!"
Sanji smiled proudly: "I didn't see it."
Ye Qing was a little embarrassed. This old thief was not a good person. He boasted that he was a golden hand when he entered the house. He was a disciple of the Jade Prince and his eyesight was comparable to that of the Jade King.
But what the heck, you turned around and took out a stone that you couldn’t see coming from... you were a slap in the face! Or a slap in the face?
Wait, he turned his head awkwardly and said in disbelief: "No!"
Sanji nodded affirmatively: "The second layer of the legendary old Pagan, red sand skin."
Ye Qing categorically denied: "Absolutely impossible!"
The reason why Laokeng is Laokeng is because it was mined the earliest.
However, Pagan Laokeng is the earliest one, and the mining period can be traced back to the Ming Dynasty.
Now if you tell me that this stone is the finest red sand that should have been harvested hundreds of years ago, I will only believe you.
Sanji didn't argue with him, he just smoked one cigarette after another.
Moreover, he smokes without matches or lighter, seamlessly connecting with each other.
It seems that he will not stop until this box of red pandas is finished.
Ye Qing glanced at him helplessly, knowing that compared with the mentality of such an old thief, his moral character was not enough: "Put it another way."
Sanji shook his head and laughed: "To put it another way, when you turned it over just now, did you see any traces of fraud? Even if there is an elixir, I won't give it to you. It's a complete waste."
"The main reason is that your old man's craftsmanship is so exquisite that it is immoral!" Ye Qing said with a bitter look on his face: "This piece of red sand leather is even more perfect than that piece of white sand leather."
Sanji looked at him suspiciously: "How on earth can you tell that that piece of white sand leather is fake?"
Ye Qing rolled his eyes at him and said to himself, if I tell you where the lie is, you will let me take the elixir later. He chuckled and said, "Buddha said, don't tell."
Sanji glared at him fiercely, but there was nothing he could do.
Holding the cigarette case, he walked directly to Hong Shapi, squatted and smoked and observed.
This kid just said that this piece of red sand leather is more perfect than the white sand leather. He wants to know where the perfection lies.
Seeing that his nose was almost touching the stone, Ye Qing chuckled and said, "You old man is just trying to improve your craftsmanship, and you won't do any good for future generations."
"Although you are cursing me to annihilate my descendants, I really can't refute it!"
Sanji looked at it for a long time and had no clue. He sat down on the red sand leather and took a puff of cigarette:
"Nine of the sixteen sons have died, and there are thirty-four grandsons, leaving eleven. After this battle, I don't know how many will die."
Ye Qing smiled bitterly, this is because the national conditions are different, people can marry many wives, but they are very happy.
But death is quick, and it is common for people with white hair to send people with black hair: "My condolences to you, old man!"
"I have looked away a long time ago!" Sanji smiled: "So, I married two more wives. They are in their twenties, with thin waists and round buttocks, which are very fertile."
Ye Qing was speechless: "You are still abusing a little girl when you are 70 or 80 years old. This is a sin."
Sanji didn't care at all about his teasing: "Are you jealous and jealous, so you want to fight? Of course, father and son go into battle, so you don't have to worry about betrayal."
"I didn't say that." Now Ye Qing finally understood that the Kachin Independence Army was the private soldier of this old Kachin thief: "What I said is, can the gun still work?"
This sentence is too deceiving.
Sanji waited for a long time before he could hold back a sentence: "Grandpa drinks tiger penis and old wine all year round, and his majesty is still the same as before. Before the death, grandpa made the two little girls kneel on the bed seven times a night to beg for mercy."
Ye Qing drooled with envy: "Old man, give this junior a few tiger whips!"
Sanji immediately looked at him in astonishment. This boy was tall and strong, with a rosy complexion. He didn't look like his kidneys were empty. He hesitated and said, "You can't do it at a young age."
"Nonsense." Ye Qing immediately glared at him, how could a man say no:
"You turned into a wolf seven times in one night, which means you need to take an intermission. Master, I will do it once a night, until dawn."
"Then what do you want tiger whip for?"
"When people reach middle age, they have no choice but to soak wolfberry in a thermos cup." Ye Qing's face was filled with gloating: "Of course it's for my father-in-law."
