Qi Yu smiled slightly, turned around and continued to look at the stone.
Mo Han turned his head and glanced at Ye Qing, and saw that he had turned the aperture of the flashlight to the maximum, about one meter away from the stone, covered the whole stone, took a look, and left.
Qi Yu continued to squat and hit the stone with the flashlight. After hitting it, he didn't say it was good or bad, and continued to look at the next stone.
Wang Jian and Fan Tong followed behind them, looking over the stones one after another.
The more Mo Han watched, the more annoyed he became. These four bastards were too bullying.
She really couldn't understand the way these people looked at the stones, so she couldn't guess which stone they were interested in, let alone how they priced it.
After all, there are 375 tons of stone, the big one is a ton, and the small one is only four and a half kilograms. A total of three to four thousand yuan. Pricing this pile of rocks is a big problem.
Duqin Meidan was bought from Muse Customs at the package price, but it cannot be packaged when sold.
Especially Ye Qing, a boy who couldn't be taken advantage of.
Outside the warehouse, the sound of saws cutting through stone was harsh.
Mo Han turned a deaf ear and stared at the four people looking at the stone, secretly wondering what price he should charge.
The stone carried out by the two Bamar soldiers just now was not very big.
Moreover, Mo Han did not tell him how to cut it. According to the rules of the mine, he cut it in half from the center.
The sound of saws stopped.
Mo Han glanced at the four people with hatred. He was clearly on guard as a thief, but he also knew that even if he stayed, it would be useless.
These four bastards are what Chinese people often call the slippery old world.
She turned around and strode out, and saw the pitch-black black sand, which had been cut in half. The water had reached the level of glutinous ice. A waterway spread along the center of the stone, and the color reached the heart-green color.
There is water everywhere. Dragon refers to the color, and water refers to the water head.
This means that there are good and bad jade inside a stone, and the color spreads in strips.
Where there is color, planting water is better than where there is no color.
Mo Han knelt down and took a closer look, and his expression changed.
The seed water has reached the level of waxy ice, and the color is green, which can be considered second-class green, but it is densely covered with cracks.
This stone has collapsed and cannot collapse any more.
Mo Han touched the stone and said suspiciously: "How on earth did this profiteer hear this?"
"Killing pigs and butts, everyone has his own knife skills!" Mo Ze also came over and took a look at the stones on the ground: "The jade masters in our mine rely on experience to distinguish the quality of a stone. This is based on touch. The stone is made from years of practice.
If you hold a stone in your hand, look at the leather shell a few times, and weigh the weight, you can roughly estimate whether it is more appropriate to cut the stone and sell it as plain material or as head covering material.
However, this experience can only be used by themselves and will never be taught to others. Once they die, this skill will be lost.
Only the Chinese have summed up all kinds of experiences, developed the art of physiognomy and jade, and taught it to their family members and disciples. Perhaps the first generation was not very strong, not even as good as the physiognomy and jade masters in the mines.
However, it was passed down from generation to generation, and experience was summed up from generation to generation. In the end, the orderly inheritance of the art of fortune-telling became a science. "
Mo Han raised his head and gave him a fierce look, and said angrily: "Stop pretending!"
"Although I have studied in China for many years, I can be considered a China expert." Mo Ze said with a wry smile: "However, the Chinese culture is profound and profound, and I, a foreigner, cannot understand it."
Mo Han glanced at the warehouse with hatred: "But can you see anything?"
Mo Ze said seriously: "In China, there is a saying that we should choose the lesser of two evils. This sentence means that between two evils, we need to choose the one that is less harmful to us.
As a foreigner, Ye Qing only wants our money, but we can increase our strength.
The military government refused to renew the contract and ordered the old pits to be filled in. The Kachin people would not obey such orders. Therefore, it is our rights and interests that are harmed.
Every time the market is reduced, we lose an income. However, the cost of purchasing guns and bullets continues to increase, which forces us to go to war with the Kachin people and rob them of their gambling stones.
But every time a soldier is killed or wounded, our strength is weakened.
When we suffer heavy losses and cannot save the Damakan area, someone will come to pick peaches. "
"So, what Grandma means is to take advantage of the power and money in our hands to quickly expand the army and increase the weight of our voice in the military government. Only when our military becomes very powerful, Dad will be qualified to sit at the negotiating table. Come on, talk to the big guys in the military department about the distribution of benefits."
Mo Han frowned and said, "Master Luo Zhu means the same thing! But we can't achieve our goal with just the stones in this warehouse. We can't even afford the blood jade that grandma likes."
Mo Ze smiled slightly: "I investigated all Ye Qing's deeds after coming to Yun Province, and found that he is not only proficient in the art of fortune-telling, but also has a great interest in minerals.
It can be said that Maoliang's death was an accidental event, but Wu Gedan's death was an inevitable event. "
Mo Han's eyes flashed: "Didn't he kill Mao Liang for Lashio?"
"Lashio is just a fulcrum of his business empire in northern Myanmar." Moser smiled: "Moreover, his business focus is not a logistics company."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because he is not interested in Houqiao Port!"
Mo Han said disapprovingly: "That's because he is afraid of death, and he doesn't want the Kachin Fox to catch him."
"Do you think the Kachin Independence Army dares to be attacked from both sides in the face of the strong attack of the government forces?" Moser looked at her seriously: "Now the Kachin Fox wants to worship him as a god.
Even, in order to improve the relationship with him, the Northern Shan State Army and the Kokang Army were brought in to purchase his arms.
This business was no smaller than the business with Wu Rui and Abba, but he gave up the Northern Shan State Army and the Kokang Army and only did business with the Kachin Independence Army and the Benglong Army. "
Mo Han asked suspiciously: "Is it because the Kokang Army is a drug dealer?"
"For an arms dealer who only has money in his eyes, it doesn't matter whether he is a drug trafficker or not, as long as the money is real."
Mo Han's heart moved: "Brother means, his identity..."
Moser smiled slightly: "The reason for investigating this matter is that I am worried that after all the military changes to the Type 95, there will be problems with the bullets. After all, although the Type 95 is an imitation of the AK-47, the bullets are not universal.
China is the most cautious country when it comes to arms sales. It even does not allow private ownership of firearms in China. Even if he is the son of the Ye family in Kyoto, he has no ability to control this kind of arms sales.
Once China doesn't sell us bullets, it spends a huge amount of money and the weapon it buys is a fire stick. "
