"All right, let's leave it at that for now." Zhang Yang stepped forward, picked up the rough stones worth over six million in total, and weighed them in his hands twice.
The gazes around him burned with intensity, but Zhang Yang felt nothing.
"Isn't... isn't there still rough material left? Why not cut it all together?" Sun Peng asked eagerly, rubbing his hands.
"There is, but I'm not cutting it yet." Zhang Yang smiled. "You know I need to properly process these results first."
"Isn't that being a little too cautious?" Sun Peng asked with blazing eyes and a smile. "What are you worried about? It's perfectly safe here."
Zhang Yang casually put the stones into his suitcase, then glanced at Sun Peng, whose expression was obviously a little off, and blinked.
Being in China, with his strength, he wouldn't be afraid of showing off his wealth even if he were alone.
He was doing this purely because he believed it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But this Sun Peng, whom he had only met by chance—there was definitely something wrong with that look in his eyes now. Envy mixed with jealousy.
He was even egging him on?
"Brother Sun, I'll head back to the hotel first." Zhang Yang dragged his suitcase away without any hesitation.
After Zhang Yang left, Sun Peng remained where he was, still unable to process it.
"A few tens of thousands turned into more than six million, and he didn't even look surprised. This guy definitely has some unique trick!"
Everything had traces to follow, and stone gambling was no exception. People had naturally summarized various patterns and techniques, though whether they were accurate was another matter.
He could practically swear that the young man he had run into by chance was hiding an