The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

Through Zhao Xu's words and the confrontational expressions of the two, the customers in the store instantly understood the cause and effect.

They whispered amongst themselves, glancing at Qin Jianjun every now and then, their eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"So he wanted to pay off his million-dollar debt by gambling on jade. No wonder he doesn't know anything about the industry."

"If he had gambled on other materials, he might have had a chance to turn things around, but betting on this piece of junk means there's absolutely no chance of it being sold. He's going to lose all his money."

"This guy is really despicable, deliberately leading his brother-in-law into a trap. What kind of grudge could he have?" Some people disapproved of Zhao Xu's actions.

"That's not how it works. Qin Jianjun himself wouldn't listen to advice and insisted on choosing this location, so he can't blame others." Some people just wanted to watch the show.

The shop was filled with hushed whispers, buzzing and murmuring.

Qin Jianjun looked down at the raw stone on the table, his expression remaining calm, unaffected by the surrounding rumors, appearing completely indifferent.

The shop assistant, having tidied up the credit card receipt, bowed respectfully and asked:

"Sir, do you have any specific requirements for the stone cutting?"

Qin Jianjun didn't understand either. He glanced at the raw stone and casually said, "Just do what you think is best."

"Yes, sir." The waiter understood.

He turned to the stone-cutting master and shouted, "Old Wang, come and cut this stone. Be careful and go slowly."

Old Wang, a burly man, wiped the stone dust off his hands and strode over.

He has been in the business for over a decade, and he has cut almost all the materials in the shop by hand. Naturally, his skills are superb, and his eye for detail is both experienced and sharp, allowing him to adjust the materials in a timely manner based on their condition.

Seeing that it was this piece of scrap, a hint of speechlessness flashed across Old Wang's eyes, and he shook his head inwardly.

Is there any need to cut it?

Without wasting any words, he gripped the edges of the rough stone with both hands, steadily lifted it into the slot of the water-cooled cutting machine, tightened the fixing buckle, and replied in a deep voice, "Understood."

The machine hummed, cold water flowed slowly along the blades, and cutting dust instantly filled the air.

The first cut made shallowly along the side of the raw stone, breaking through the outer skin to reveal a piece of grayish-white, bean-like stone flesh inside, dry and whitish, without a trace of green.

It's clearly a sign of impending collapse.

The onlookers immediately burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"See? I told you it would collapse, and I wasn't wrong."

"That's how rogue windows are; they only wipe off the best parts on the surface, while the inside is all rotten ash."

"If you ask me, wouldn't it be easier to just cut it in half? We can't get any goods out of the way anyway, right?"

Zhao Xu stood at the front of the crowd with his arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his eyes fixed on Qin Jianjun with disdain.

"Brother-in-law, it must feel terrible to lose 500,000 yuan like that?"

Unfortunately, he didn't see any expression of regret or sadness on Qin Jianjun's face.

I was so angry I felt like my teeth were itching.

"Keep pretending, you'll regret it later."

Just three minutes later, Old Wang made four cuts in succession, cutting away most of the volume of the raw stone. The area around the nice-looking window on the surface was all grayish-white waste, with cotton-like cracks running everywhere.

Fine black cracks spread inward along the stone flesh, and the texture of the cross-section was just like ordinary stone. Not to mention the quality, there was not even a trace of the worst seedling green.

"I told you it would be a complete failure, and now you see? Four cuts and not even a tiny bit of the root of the flower could be dug out."

"This piece of junk, the boss polished it too much and it gave himself away. He even hung it up for two years and couldn't fool anyone. I never thought someone would actually take it over. If I were the boss, I'd order a couple more dishes tonight and then go to a club to find some young models!"

"Internally, the particles are estimated to be coarse. Even if we were to get lucky and find a little green, it would be a variant of grayish-green, which wouldn't even be worth a fraction of the cost."

Laughter rose and fell among the crowd, and the discussions grew louder and louder. Everyone was convinced that the stone was bound to collapse.

Qin Jianjun frowned slightly. "It's just a stone worth 500,000 yuan. If it collapses, we can just keep mining it."

Old Wang, holding the cutting machine handle, also believed that the material was bound to fail.

He had no hope when he first took over the material.

The stone has an icy green color when the window is opened, but there is a crack running through the inside of the stone, so the green color can't penetrate at all.

Using the most labor-saving method, he could simply cut the raw stone in half from the center and quickly finish the job.

However, industry rules are ingrained in our bones. Even if the material is hopelessly lost, we must trace the color roots and veins to find the delivery points one by one, and we cannot cut it randomly.

Old Wang squinted and approached the raw stone, repeatedly comparing the remaining python veins on the side with a flashlight. He then drew a thin cutting line on the stone with a pen, took a deep breath, and pushed the blade down again.

The moment the blade cut three centimeters in, Old Wang's pupils contracted sharply, and his wrist gripping the handle suddenly stopped.

As the cooling water flows across the cut surface, a bright, tender green spreads out along the cut surface. The meat is delicate and firm, with clear, gelatinous texture and no impurities.

"Oh no... there's color here! And it's ice-type jade!" Old Wang exclaimed in surprise, his voice full of astonishment.

Everyone's expression changed, and they all stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the cut surface of the rough stone.

Once they could see the green area clearly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense bodies relaxed.

"That startled me; I really thought it was going to surge."

"The color only penetrates the shallow side, at most five millimeters deep. The middle of this rough stone is full of internal cracks, so it's absolutely impossible to open a window through it."

"It's not a complete loss. Even if the color is only three millimeters thick, if you grind two safety buckles, you might be able to recoup your investment of twenty or thirty thousand."

"500,000 back and 20,000 back? What's the difference between that and throwing money down the drain?"

Everyone shook their heads in regret.

Zhao Xu's tense lips curled into a smile again, secretly relieved that nothing unexpected had happened.

This material is universally recognized as scrap; how could it possibly see a significant price increase? It's impossible for it to even rise; it's 99% guaranteed to collapse!

Ignoring the surrounding noise, Lao Wang rotated the rough stone and repeatedly examined the three cut surfaces with a flashlight to confirm that the python vein pattern was perfectly aligned and there were no breaks.

Without further hesitation, he aimed at the last seam of the rough stone and made the penultimate cut.

The moment the blade cut through, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

On the other side of the rough stone, the same translucent, icy apple green color is revealed, with perfect uniformity in texture, translucency, and color. The internal crack on the side has disappeared out of nowhere, and the cross-section is clean and flawless.

The waiter, who had been all smiles just moments before, froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took two steps forward.

The owner bought this rough stone at a high price two years ago and had it examined by four stone appraisers. At first, they all thought it would appreciate greatly, so the owner cut off a small piece and polished it himself.

Seeing that something was wrong, the boss asked someone else to come and take a look. As a result, everyone concluded that there was a crack inside and the color could not penetrate.

The price of this scrap material has been reduced seven times in the past two years, from the initial 1.2 million to 500,000, just to break even and get rid of it, so as to avoid it rotting in the warehouse.

The current situation has completely overturned the judgments of all experts.

The guy's throat bobbed.

"Could it be... that he really ate it?"