Lucky Scale

Steven studied it intently.

Even though a screen separated them, he picked up a monocular magnifying glass. Only after realizing that the enlarged image made the details difficult to see did he put it away with slight embarrassment.

After a long while.

"Mm... Baimu, if I may ask something presumptuous."

He said, "Would you be willing to sell this entire piece of Rock?"

"By entire piece, do you mean including the outer stone shell?" Baimu asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Steven nodded. "Personally, I rarely buy stones from others, because I enjoy the process of searching for them. But I truly like yours, so I am willing to purchase it from you at a reasonable price."

"...All right."

He agreed. Seeing how much Steven liked it, he had initially wanted to simply give it to him. But when he heard Steven emphasize the word "purchase," he immediately understood that Steven was determined to pay for it.

"Then how should I hand it over to you?" Baimu asked again.

"Although I would very much like to collect this stone myself, unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to at the moment. I may need you to deliver it to the Devon Corporation headquarters in Rustboro City."

Steven gave him a phone number. "Once you arrive, please call this number. Someone professional will come appraise it then. Oh, and if possible, please do not let my father see them."

"Uh?"

"My father is as avid a stone collector as I am. I am worried that if he sees them, he will try to interfere." Steven said it as though it were a joke.

But Baimu somehow felt that he was serious.

What was going on with this father and son? Would they actually fight over stones?

He could not understand stone collectors.

"I understand."