While they were whispering amongst themselves, the stone Ancient Wen Heng had casually picked was cut open. It was only a fist-sized, bean-green jade, suitable for making small pendants. Even so, the Shopkeeper bought it for ten taels of Silver.
"You bought this for five taels of Silver. Even after the cutting fee, you still made a profit of over four taels." Zhou Ping's eyes gleamed as he looked at the stone in his hands with even greater anticipation.
"It was just a lucky break. After all, no one knows what's inside these stones," Ancient Wen Heng said. He didn't want his senior brother to get obsessed, so he felt it was necessary to temper his expectations.
The quality of the second stone was even better, approaching that of an ice-grade jade. "Young man, are you selling this stone?"
Ancient Wen Heng nodded. 'Jin Qianqian has many pieces far better than this; she wouldn't think twice about it. I might as well trade it openly for some Silver Taels.'
