Han Qiwu reached into the bag and pulled out a palm-sized piece of jade, laughing as he said, "This design is pretty decent, but the jade quality isn't great. How about this: I'll provide the jade, you find an artisan to work on it. How much would the processing fee be?"
"Huh, where did you get jade like this?" Tang Qingying asked curiously. Seeing this piece of jade reminded her of the high-quality gemstones Han Qiwu had given her previously.
Could it be his family owns a mine?
"I dug it myself," Han Qiwu said with a laugh.
As soon as Zhuo Yu saw the small piece of jade, she exclaimed in surprise, "Is this... high-ice glass jade?! Mr. Han, please put it on the wooden stand. I'll call the artisan to take a closer look."
She really hadn't expected Han Qiwu to casually pull out a piece of jade this fine. She quickly turned around to call the artisan from the workshop in the back.
