An Yiqing was amused by the golden light in Ruan Xue's eyes as she scanned the few pieces of rough jade with her eyes and shook her head regretfully.
"I'm sorry, these three pieces are all useless; there's nothing inside."
"What?! No way?! Are you sure?!" Ruan Xue howled in disbelief, shrieking, "I spent two hundred thousand on them! Are they all just wasted? Xiao Qing, take another look; did you make a mistake?"
An Yiqing rolled her eyes impatiently, and Zhang Yuksheng smiled, saying to Ruan Xue, "Miss Ruan, the rough jade my young lady examines has never been misjudged. If she says it's waste material, it really is waste. Shall I get a stone-cutting machine to show the inside?"
Ruan Xue bit her lip and stared at the pieces of rough jade fiercely. After a while, she suddenly gave up and waved listlessly.
"Forget it, Xiao Qing said it's waste, so why cut it open? My two hundred thousand!" Ruan Xue tilted her head back to the sky, wailing like a ghost.
