Mu Xiao lifted his little face with a hint of pride, "Just wait and see if I'm right."
It didn't take long for the rough stone to be cut, and just as Mu Xiao had predicted, the ten-pound rough stone yielded only a palm-sized piece of Violet. The deal was a loss, but the saving grace was that the Violet, although small, was of good quality, with even coloring and fine luster, and it could easily fetch several hundred thousand yuan when resold.
Liu Kun said, "Truly, even gods struggle to gauge the worth of jade! This loss is nearly a million on resale."
The onlookers also expressed regret, with many drifting away. Some even inquired about purchasing the Violet.
The older man holding the Violet looked sullen and ended up sighing, "Just sell it!"
In the end, the Violet sold for 860,000 yuan, which was considered a high price, but it was still an 800,000 yuan loss.
At that moment, Wen Jiaren looked in surprise at the little guy beside her, "You know how to judge these things too?"