Chapter 11: Farewell, Murong Xue

The second slab was about the same size as the first. The seasoned craftsman drew a few lines and then started operating the stone-cutting machine.

Everyone grew tense once again.

This was the nature of jade gambling—you never knew what the next cut would reveal.

Jiang Cheng remained as steady as ever, completely unflustered.

Although it was only her second time, Shen Sining couldn’t help feeling nervous.

Zheng Wanfeng was naturally anxious too. Even though he knew that 90% of the stones in his yard were worthless, what if—

What if Shen Sining’s piece was among the lucky 10%?

Everyone harbored their own thoughts.

Five minutes later, the craftsman switched off the machine.

He washed the freshly cut raw stone in a murky bucket, wiped it with a cloth, and held it up to the light.

His brows instantly knitted into a tight knot.

“Damn! It’s a glutinous ice-type jade! Vivid green!”

“The price just went up again!”

In an instant, the entire jade-cutting yard erupted with excitement.

Everyone’s eyes glowed with envy as they looked at Shen Sining.

“This girl picked four, and two of them have that floating green—her luck is unreal!”

“Hey, girl, I’ll offer 200,000 for this one. How about selling it to me?”

“I’ll give 300,000! Don’t cut it anymore. I’ll pay 300,000—just sell it to me!” A portly middle-aged businessman smiled broadly as he looked at Shen Sining.

Naturally, Shen Sining’s gaze immediately shifted to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng shook his head. Thirty thousand? This piece was worth 690,000; selling it for 300,000? Was he crazy?

“Cut it again,” Jiang Cheng said calmly.

The middle-aged man looked frustrated but didn’t protest.

He knew that paying 300,000 carried risks.

Since the other party wanted another cut, he had no objections.

Five minutes later, the craftsman dried the cut surface. The businessman gritted his teeth, filled with regret. How had he not raised his bid sooner?

“It’s gone up again! The quality is still so good! No cracks, pure color at the base. Girl, I’ll offer 500,000!”

“I’ll give 550,000!”

“600,000!”

The businessman watched the bids climb higher and clenched his teeth. “Girl, just sell it to me! I’ll pay 650,000! How about that?”

Shen Sining glanced at Jiang Cheng, who nodded.

Although 650,000 was still a bit short, it was close enough.

Then, 650,000 was deposited into Shen Sining’s bank account.

After just two stones, she had already sold for one million, earning a solid 700,000 in profit.

Shen Sining’s beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, exceptionally charming.

Overcome with excitement, she tightly wrapped her arms around Jiang Cheng’s elbow, her ample curves pressing against him, causing him to flush with heat.

This little girl was truly overwhelming!

At this moment, Zheng Wanfeng’s face had turned green with envy. How had this little girl hit the 10% chance?

He couldn’t understand it—Shen Sining’s luck was just absurd!

If it had been him, wouldn’t that glowing red dragon coin be his?

Staring at the newly arrived 300,000 in his account, Zheng Wanfeng’s heart bled!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

He refused to believe anyone’s luck could stay this good.

There were two stones left—they must be worthless!

Otherwise, there’d be countless billionaires by now!

Why bother working hard or running businesses?

Everyone would just gamble on raw jade stones!

But was it really that simple?

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When the third stone was cut open, Zheng Wanfeng’s vision darkened, almost fainting.

Damn, it had risen again!

And this time, the value was even greater.

Before long, a backpacker bought it for 1.3 million.

Watching Jiang Cheng and Shen Sining’s triumphant expressions, Zheng Wanfeng felt as if a sharp dagger had pierced his heart a thousand times over.

If he had cut it, wouldn’t the 1.3 million have been his?

Shen Sining, seeing the 1.3 million freshly credited to her account, could no longer contain her excitement. She threw herself into Jiang Cheng’s arms like a koala, clinging tightly.

She shouted joyfully, “Orange Brother, 1.3 million! I’m so happy! Orange Brother, you’re amazing!”

Shen Sining was thrilled, but Jiang Cheng felt terribly uneasy.

He had been with Song Yi for five years, and the closest they’d ever been was holding hands. When had he ever been this intimate with someone?

Shen Sining was like a fuse, instantly detonating something deep inside him.

Unconsciously, he reacted.

He quickly cleared his throat, gently set Shen Sining down, and avoided looking at her face.

Otherwise, wouldn’t she notice his awkwardness? That would be embarrassing.

The observant Qin Xiaoshu caught sight of a certain bulge on Jiang Cheng and smiled meaningfully.

The more he looked, the more he thought the two made a perfect match.

Jiang Cheng awkwardly said, “Sining, there’s one last stone. Let’s cut it.”

Blushing slightly, Shen Sining nodded.

Just as she was about to ask the craftsman to cut the final piece, a Bentley Mulsanne slowly drove into Wanfeng’s jade yard and parked in front of the processing shed.

All eyes were drawn to it.

Seeing the license plate, which read “Yilufa” (All the Way Prosperous), Zheng Wanfeng instantly lost his composure.

He hurriedly pushed through the crowd and approached the Bentley.

At that moment, a young woman stepped out of the car, followed by an elderly man dressed in a black traditional Chinese jacket with graying hair.

The young woman’s arrival instantly froze everyone’s gaze.

She looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, approximately 1.73 meters tall, dressed in a sleek all-black professional skirt suit.

Her alluring black stockings wrapped her long, straight legs, paired with striking fiery red high heels that accentuated the perfect shape of her legs.

Her eyebrows were like distant ink, eyes sparkling like stars, skin as smooth as cream, lips full and luscious. Her aura was cool and refined, breathtakingly beautiful.

Her figure was curvaceous, especially her proud bust—not as exaggerated as Shen Sining’s, but enough to leave every man present parched with desire.

Jiang Cheng’s brow furrowed the moment he saw her approaching.

“How could it be her?”

He recognized this woman.

Well, “recognized” was a stretch—it was more like having seen her once and knowing her name.

This woman was Murong Xue, the same person he had inadvertently spotted at the hospital entrance when using his farsight ability.

She seemed to be affiliated with the Tiansheng Group.

What was she doing here?

Jiang Cheng carefully examined Murong Xue’s forehead.

Sure enough, three seconds later, a cloud of dark energy appeared there.

Moreover, from his observation, this dark aura seemed denser and larger than before.

The sensation left Jiang Cheng deeply unsettled.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Murong Xue might have some kind of mental affliction.

While he was pondering this, Zheng Wanfeng, beaming with a forced smile, stepped forward to greet them.

Though he did not know the young woman, he recognized the elderly man behind her.

He was Liu Ruiming, owner of the Furuixuan shop on Qingzhou’s antique street.

Known as Liu One-Hand, he had an uncanny ability to identify the origins, authenticity, and value of antiques with just a glance.

He was the vice president of Qingzhou’s Cultural Relics Association.

But Liu Ruiming’s Furuixuan mainly dealt in antiques—when had he taken an interest in jade raw stones?

“Heh heh heh, Old Liu, what brings you to my little corner of the world? And who is this lady?”

The man in the black traditional jacket replied coldly, expression unchanged, “This is Miss Tang. She’s here to buy jade raw stones.”

“Miss Tang?”

Zheng Wanfeng frowned, racking his brain for someone surnamed Tang in the antique world.

For someone of Liu Ruiming’s stature to stand behind Miss Tang, it was clear she had a powerful background.

But he couldn’t think of any major figure named Tang in Qingzhou.

Jiang Cheng was even more puzzled. Wasn’t her name Murong Xue?

Why was she now being called Miss Tang?

Had he mistaken her identity?

His curiosity about Miss Tang grew.

Just then, while Jiang Cheng was still confused, Shen Sining suddenly called out.

“T-Tang... Sister Tang, what are you doing here?”

Shen Sining actually knew Murong Xue?