"This, Dad, just this once. Whether I profit or lose money, there won't be a next time," Zhang Yang said with a dry laugh in a voice message.
"You said the same thing last time." Zhang Zhaohai was somewhat unconvinced. "Forget it. How you spend your money is your business. We can't control you anymore."
"Don't worry. I'll definitely cut something even better this time," Zhang Yang said.
"You really think you can cut some top-grade stuff? Fine, I'll wait and see. I hope you give your old man a good slap in the face." Zhang Zhaohai replied.
Zhang Yang blinked and didn't continue arguing with his father.
His father had reacted so strongly because he thought Zhang Yang was simply addicted to gambling on stones and didn't believe he could cut anything good.
How could he solve that?
Cut something good, and that would settle it.
The ticket was supposedly for Ruili, but the direct flight actually went to Dehong Mangshi Airport, more than a hundred kilometers from Ruili. As for the flight, Zhang Yang had booked China Eastern Airlines business class, with a total journey time of over four hours.
That night, at home, Zhang Yang thoroughly researched Ruili.
For instance, Ruili's jade trading market was called Delong Jewelry City. It had jadeite rough stones from Myanmar's eight major mining areas and was incredibly prosperous, with tens of thousands of people trading in the market every day.
Naturally, all kinds of legendary stories about rough stones had been born there as well.
Theoretically, Zhang Yang really might be able to cut a top-grade jadeite there.
"I don't even need any top-grade jadeite. I'll be satisfied if I can get a batch of high-ice jadeite. If I can cut glass-grade jadeite, that'd be perfect," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.