Eleven clams, fifteen large pearls. This trip to Jiangsu and Zhejiang had been hugely fruitful.
By the lakeshore, Dong Xuebin no longer had Back and paid no attention to them opening clams. He lowered his head and sorted through his Pearl Clams. The small mesh bag was not big enough, so he asked a nearby worker for a larger one and carefully packed away all eleven clams. Glancing back at the owner and the others, Dong Xuebin did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he patiently waited for them to open the clams. His goal was to assemble a pearl necklace for auction, maximizing his profits. If he sold the fifteen loose pearls separately, he would make far, far less—not enough to meet his goal of earning a million in one go.
Before long, the owner grew tired of opening clams and sat down on the grass to rest.
Dong Xuebin noticed that the bag specifically used for high-grade Golden Pearls had already accumulated quite a haul.
"Young man." After taking a sip of mineral water, the owner gave him a sidelong glance. "Shouldn't you pay up first?" The poor harvest of premium Golden Pearls had put him in a bad mood. Logically, there should not have been so few 1.4-centimeter Golden Pearls. Could they all be in this kid's clams? But that seemed impossible. Even local people in the trade did not really understand clams. How could an outsider know which clams contained good pearls? The Power of Time and Wealth 119
Dong Xuebin had been about to bring it up himself. "Mm, we counted them just now, right? Eleven clams in total, sixty-six thousand yuan. Oh, and I also want some finished pearls—the ones opened from that bag." Dong Xuebin pointed. "How much does a 1.5-centimeter Golden Pearl