Chapter 2221 - 1928: Wager (2)

Chapter 2221: Chapter 1928: Wager (2)

And the fact that he dared to do this also proved that he really did have enough confidence.

The rough stone was moved onto the cutting machine. Zhou Dalong drew cutting lines on the stone, then said to the cutter, "Just cut it according to the lines I drew."

"Yes."

The cutter responded and immediately started cutting.

After one side was cut off, a streak of green really did show, and the quality wasn’t bad at all. Everyone’s eyes lit up, secretly praising Zhou Dalong’s eye.

Soon the cutter separated the jade from the rough stone and obtained a fist-sized piece of jade.

"Nice, worthy of the title ’Little Jade King’—first shot and it hits."

"This piece may just be glutinous type, but the quality is good, already close to full-translucent glutinous. If it’s only made into jade ornaments, it can easily sell for three million."

"Little Jade King really is something, one move and he makes more than two million."

"Didn’t expect Mr. Wang to misjudge again, actually passing on this rough stone."

The crowd chattered nonstop, fawning over Zhou Dalong while feeling sorry for Wang Qiang.

Zhou Dalong grinned smugly and said to Wang Qiang, "Sorry, I picked up another one you didn’t want, and who knew it’d turn a profit. Really gotta thank you."

Wang Qiang clenched his teeth in fury—this Zhou Dalong was simply pushing things too far.

And it wasn’t that his eye was bad; it was that Song Yun didn’t want it, so he hadn’t bothered to buy it.

Seeing this, Song Yun touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. It seemed that his one sentence had actually screwed Wang Qiang over.

"Looks like Fengchaohuang can’t compare to Mingyu Pavilion anymore. Mr. Wang’s eye is getting worse and worse.

"Without a good eye, there’s no good jade; without good jade, where’s the business for a jade shop supposed to come from?"

"With Zhou Dalong at the helm, Mingyu Pavilion will have good jade popping up nonstop. They’re bound to surpass Fengchaohuang."

People were all discussing it, and Wang Qiang’s expression grew uglier and uglier.

Everyone present was from the jade trade circle; their words carried weight. If what they said today were to spread, it would massively impact Fengchaohuang’s reputation.

Wang Qiang hadn’t expected that coming out today would lead to something like this.

He could afford not to care about Fengchaohuang, but he cared about his own face.

For the moment his face flushed crimson from anger, but he couldn’t blow up; after all, his seniority was there for all to see. If he publicly fought with Zhou Dalong, he’d end up looking petty.

Seeing Wang Qiang’s awkward expression, Song Yun figured he had to help Wang Qiang get his face back, or else he’d feel guilty about it.

Besides, Wang Qiang hadn’t done anything wrong today. Bringing him here to buy rough stones had been out of kindness.

As for the offense from Yang Lujing and the others, how could Song Yun blame that on Wang Qiang.

After thinking it over, Song Yun stepped forward and said to Zhou Dalong, "Zhou Dalong, my bro just thought the jade inside this rough stone wasn’t anything special, so he passed on it. You really think you’re that good? Heh, to tell the truth, all you did was pick up something my bro didn’t fancy, and you’re this pleased with yourself. It’s ridiculous."

Looking at Song Yun’s back, Wang Qiang’s mouth twitched. In his heart he muttered, Since when did I become your old bro.

But he could see that Song Yun was stepping up to speak for him.

At the same time, when everyone saw Song Yun stand up, all eyes focused on him.

"So it was that Mr. Wang didn’t like it. I knew it—how could Mr. Wang misjudge."

"Not necessarily. This little brother of Mr. Wang’s might not be trustworthy."

"If you ask me, Mr. Wang’s getting up there in age; his eye may really have declined. That little brother is just talking tough."

After hearing Song Yun’s words, the crowd had differing opinions—some believed him, some doubted.

Zhou Dalong looked Song Yun up and down and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Song Yun laughed and said, "I’m Mr. Wang’s little brother, Song Yun. I’ve been learning stone gambling skills from Mr. Wang for three days, so I should just barely be able to beat you now, right?"

Zhou Dalong froze for a second, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha, kid, you really are arrogant. Only three days of learning and you dare to challenge me? Didn’t that half-master of yours tell you who I am?"

Song Yun smiled and said, "My bro told me your name is Zhou Dalong. He said every time he doesn’t like a rough stone, you insist on buying it, then act all arrogant and self-satisfied. But my old bro has a good attitude, so he never bothers arguing with you. Based on my analysis, you basically don’t know how to appraise rough stones at all—you’re just trailing behind my bro picking up leftovers."

Those few sentences utterly humiliated Zhou Dalong.

His eyes bulged with rage as he glared at Wang Qiang. "Wang Qiang, did you ever say anything like that?"

Seeing Zhou Dalong’s extremely nasty attitude, Wang Qiang was somewhat annoyed too and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I said it. So what?"

After speaking, Wang Qiang tugged at Song Yun and said, "Let’s go, Mr. Song... Yun, ignore him."

Zhou Dalong stepped forward to block Wang Qiang, snorted through his nose, and said, "You slander me and think you can just walk away?"

"My bro simply doesn’t want to stoop to your level. After all, his seniority is higher than yours, his experience deeper than yours, and his eye better than yours. If he argued with you, even if he beat you, it wouldn’t earn him any face—people would just say he was bullying a junior."

Song Yun’s gift of the gab was no joke; with just a few lines he had Zhou Dalong flushed and flustered.

Before Zhou Dalong could speak, Song Yun continued, "But, my bro doesn’t want to lower himself to compete with you. I, on the other hand, can have a little fun with you."

"Just you?" Zhou Dalong was provoked and immediately agreed. "Fine, let’s compete. I’d like to see what you can do."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhou Dalong realized he’d fallen into a trap. Competing with Song Yun would indeed make him, just like Song Yun had said, look like Wang Qiang’s junior, not on Wang Qiang’s level.

And even if he did beat this nobody whose name wasn’t known at all, what good would it do him?

Once he figured that out, he quickly countered, "We can compete, but can you represent Fengchaohuang?"

Song Yun laughed. "Of course I represent Fengchaohuang. Let’s put it on record today: whoever loses admits he’s not as good as the other side."

Hearing this, Zhou Dalong was delighted. "Good, I’ll prove that Mingyu Pavilion is stronger than Fengchaohuang."

Wang Qiang quietly tried to dissuade him, "Mr. Song, you just said you’ve never played at stone gambling, and now you’re going up against Zhou Dalong, this..."

Before Wang Qiang could finish, Song Yun clasped his hands toward him respectfully and said loudly, "Old bro, your teachings are right—I really shouldn’t be bullying people. But today, let this disciple act willfully once, and give this clueless punk a proper lesson."

Everyone believed Song Yun’s words and looked at Wang Qiang with more respect in their eyes. So Wang Qiang wasn’t weaker than Zhou Dalong; he just didn’t want to bully people. No wonder he was a luminary of the stone gambling world—this kind of magnanimity really wasn’t something ordinary people could match.

The crowd didn’t know that Wang Qiang, looking at the deadly serious Song Yun, was speechless inside. When had he ever said any of that?

Zhou Dalong was so angry he was practically hopping mad. "Not bullying people—what a line. Today I’ll show you what I, Zhou Dalong, can do and prove Mingyu Pavilion is stronger than Fengchaohuang. You say, how do we compete?"

Song Yun smiled and said, "Simple. We each pick a rough stone and see whose jade comes out more valuable. Whoever wins, wins. And the loser not only has to loudly declare he’s not as good as the other side, but also has to pay Huaxia Coin equal to the value of the jade the other side opens."

"Hmph, since you’re dying to give me money, I’ll oblige you."

Zhou Dalong snorted coldly and strode eagerly toward the pile of rough stones, carefully starting to select.

Seeing how serious he was, Wang Qiang grew even more anxious and whispered to Song Yun, "Mr. Song, go easy. I’ll watch from the side and quietly help you pick a rough stone."

"Old Wang, don’t worry, I’ve got my own plan."

Song Yun’s lips curled in a playful smile. Before Wang Qiang could react, he raised a hand and casually pointed at a stone not far away. "Alright, that one."

What, he’s already picked one!?

At that, everyone’s eyes went wide.

Losing money is one thing, but you’re staking Fengchaohuang’s reputation and you don’t even take a close look before choosing a rough stone? This is downright playing around.

Then everyone took a closer look at that rough stone and were completely speechless.

Mr. Wang’s little brother was simply a walking disaster.