Cheng Yunlong worked fast. Just as Shi Xuemin was leading Zhao Yuan into the small courtyard behind the shop, Cheng Yunlong rushed over, a Master of Stone Cutting in tow.
Several other people came with them, all of them owners of shops Zhao Yuan had visited earlier. Hearing that Zhao Yuan had finally bought something, they all rushed over, eager to see what kind of treasure had managed to catch the eye of such a notoriously picky person.
The moment they stepped into the courtyard, they saw the worthless stone cradled in Zhao Yuan's hands and froze.
"That stone looks awfully familiar."
"I think it looks familiar, too... Hey, isn't that the worthless stone Shi Xuemin brought back from Yunnan Province after that bad bet?"
"This young man was so picky, and in the end, he actually chose a worthless stone? How ironic! Wasn't Cheng Yunlong with him the whole time? Why didn't he warn him?"
