From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Feng Shao's raw stone was about half a person's height, with a smooth, oily skin and clear python-like markings on the surface. It was clearly a semi-transparent piece from an old mine.

The price tag read 24 million.

Then look at the piece of debris at Lu Yunzhou's feet. It's about the size of a basketball, dusty, and uneven, looking just like the rubble picked up from a construction site.

The murmurs from the crowd were impossible to suppress.

"Is this guy out of his mind? He's betting two hundred million on something he picked up from a junkyard?"

"Just by looking at the outer layer of that stone, you can tell it's high-quality, young master Feng. It's a semi-transparent piece. Look how perfect that python pattern is."

"If I were that woman, I'd want to slap him twice right now."

Qi Yufei shrank behind Feng Qianyi, his lips trembling as he tried to speak, but Feng Qianyi silenced him with a look.

Feng Shao, with his hands behind his back, glanced at Lu Yunzhou's rock and curled his lips upward: "Brother, it's not too late to change your mind now."

"Cut yours."

Lu Yunzhou put the cigarette back in his mouth and stepped aside.

Young Master Feng chuckled and gestured with his chin towards the waiter: "Get on the plane."

The workers brought over a large cutting machine, and the two of them worked together to lift and secure Young Master Feng's piece of raw material, which weighed over 200 pounds.

Once the power is connected, the grinding wheel makes a dull, heavy sound as it spins, and stone powder flies everywhere.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that rock.

After the grinding wheel completed its final stroke, the worker turned off the machine and used a water hose to flush it up.

The instant the water carried away the stone dust—

The cut surface revealed a deep, vibrant green, with a rich and even emerald hue and excellent translucency, gleaming like glass under the light.

"Imperial Green!"

The courtyard exploded.

Some people shouted out, some slapped their thighs, and some took out their phones to take pictures of the cut surface.

Feng Shao stood on the stage, his shoulders relaxed, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his lips.

He turned to the old man who had been silent in the corner and said, "Master Zhou, could you please take a look?"

The old man was in his sixties, with gray hair and wearing reading glasses. He was a professional appraiser hired by the community.

He leaned forward, examined the cut surface closely with a magnifying glass for a long time, then flipped it over to look at the other side. When he straightened up, his face was full of admiration.

"It's icy green, with a perfect color and excellent translucency, no inclusions or cracks. This piece of jade will fetch between 60 and 80 million without a doubt."

There was another commotion in the courtyard.

"Starting at 60 million..."

"Young Master Feng's eye for talent is truly worthy of his family's traditional skills."

"That kid over there is finished. He pulled something out of the junkyard, what's he going to do with his head?"

Feng Shao turned around, put his hands back in his pockets, and raised his chin slightly: "Your turn, brother."

Lu Yunzhou threw the cigarette butt into the iron bucket next to him, walked over, and placed the dusty stone on the cutting machine table.

The onlookers looked at the ugly rock, and several of them were already shaking their heads.

Qi Yufei clutched his sleeve, his face pale.

Feng Qianyi stood still, her gaze fixed on Lu Yunzhou's back, without uttering a sound.

The man secured the stone, glanced back at Young Master Feng, and Young Master Feng nodded.

The grinding wheel was applied, and the humming sound resumed.

Stone chips flew everywhere, and gray powder filled the entire platform.

A dozen seconds later, the grinding wheel reached the bottom, the worker turned off the machine, and used a water hose to spray water up.

The moment the water washed away the stone dust, everyone craned their necks to get closer.

The cut surface is now visible.

There is no green.

Someone in the crowd sneered, "As expected, it's ruined."

Young Master Feng raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth were about to turn upwards...

"Wait a moment."

Mr. Zhou, who was holding the magnifying glass, suddenly raised his hand, and his tone changed.

He leaned closer to Qie, his gray eyebrows furrowing together.

The water was still flowing down, and when the light shone on it, a purple light shone through the middle of the cut surface, with a faint red tinge at the edges.

"Make another cut."

Master Zhou's voice was strained, "Make another horizontal incision."

The waiter glanced at Young Master Feng, his smile fading, and nodded with a somber expression.

The grinding wheel started spinning again, this time cutting horizontally downwards.

After the stone was split in two and the worker rinsed it clean with water, the whole courtyard fell silent.

On the cut surface, three colors are intertwined.

A lush emerald green hue is at the center, a deep purple streak runs from the top to the bottom on the left, and a bright jade red hue emanates from the lower right corner.

The three colors are evenly distributed, the water is clear, and the base is so fine that there is not a trace of impurity.

Green, purple, and red.

Fortune, prosperity, and longevity.

The magnifying glass in Master Zhou's hand fell onto the table with a "thud".

He took two steps forward, his lips trembling, and his voice squeezed out from his throat: "Fu Lu Shou... this is the Fu Lu Shou tricolor!"

No one spoke in the courtyard.

Everyone froze on the spot, staring at the jadeite with its three colors blending on the cut surface, even their breathing slowed down.

Master Zhou picked up the magnifying glass, his hands trembling. He lay on the cut surface and examined it for a full minute. When he stood up, his eyes were red.

"This is an icy jadeite with three colors representing fortune, prosperity, and longevity. The three colors are evenly distributed and not scattered. The base is translucent with no cotton-like inclusions or cracks. I've been doing appraisal for forty years, and this is the first time I've seen such a piece."

"How much is it worth?"

Someone shouted from the crowd.

Master Zhou took a deep breath, took off his reading glasses and wiped them, his voice trembling slightly: "Conservative estimate, two hundred million. It'll only go higher at the auction house."

Two hundred million.

The three words crashed into the courtyard like a stone thrown into stagnant water.

"Two...two hundred million?!"

"Holy crap, an eight million worth of clearance stock, and they cut it up for two hundred million?"

"What the hell is this luck?!"

Feng Shao sat on the ground, the color gradually fading from his face.

Lu Yunzhou stood in front of the stage, took his hand out of his pocket, and patted off non-existent dust from his palm.

He glanced down at Feng Shao, who was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and spoke in the same casual tone as when he was choosing the stones.

"Young Master Feng, two hundred million to sixty million, who wins this round?"

Feng Shao opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Yunzhou didn't wait for his reply, turned around and took two steps toward Feng Qianyi.

Feng Qianyi stood there, still clutching the black and gold card in her hand, her fingertips pressing so hard they left marks on the edge of the card.

She looked up at Lu Yunzhou, her lips moved, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You knew what was inside all along."

Lu Yunzhou stopped in front of her, put his hands back in his pockets, and chuckled.

"Good luck."

Feng Qianyi stared into his eyes for three seconds, then looked away and stuffed the black gold card back into her bag.

"On the way back, you'd better explain this to me from the beginning."

Qi Yufei burst out from behind the pillar, grabbed Lu Yunzhou's arm, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law, are you a god?!"

Lu Yunzhou patted the back of his head: "Let go, your arm is going to break."

Feng Shao was still sitting on the ground when his assistant bent down to help him up, but he shoved him away.

He tilted his head back, his gaze piercing through the crowd, fixed on Lu Yunzhou's back.

Lu Yunzhou had already followed Feng Qianyi and Qi Yu outside the courtyard.

He paused for a moment as he passed by Feng Shao.

"By the way, Young Master Feng."

He didn't turn around, his voice not loud, "You lost that 100 million bet. Including the debt that Young Master Qi tore up, we're even today."

Feng Shao's fingers dug into the grout between the floor tiles, remaining silent for a long time.

The crowd in the courtyard parted to make way, and the three figures disappeared through the doorway.

Behind him, the murmurs erupted again.

"Two hundred million... eight million turned into two hundred million..."

"This life has been worthwhile; I witnessed the birth of a three-color amulet symbolizing fortune, prosperity, and longevity."

"Young Master Feng has really messed up this time."