I'm Betting on Zhang Yang

"Right. Just for fun."

The youngest master craftsman grinned.

"But we each put down a thousand yuan."

The youngest master craftsman patted his pocket. There were three thousand yuan inside.

"Huh..."

Zhang Yang froze. These craftsmen were pretty amusing. They were probably busy and bored every day, so they'd found a way to entertain themselves.

"You all bet on yourselves?"

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow. They'd placed their bets before he'd even drawn a line.

"Yep."

The three nodded.

"Mr. Zhang, draw your lines. I'm betting on you."

Ling Junsheng looked delighted to stir things up. He patted his pocket and smiled at Zhang Yang.

"Looks like I'll be the underdog. I'd hate to cost you money, Boss Ling."

Zhang Yang grinned. This was fun. The money didn't matter; he wasn't one to worry about a few thousand yuan. But it was still a gamble.

"Boss, can I get in on this?"

The cutter had been studying Zhang Yang's stone for a long time. He'd suddenly realized there was something remarkable about the line Zhang Yang had drawn: cutting there would yield the best possible piece.

"All right. Everyone gets a break today. Anyone can bet. Let's make this a big one."

Ling Junsheng suddenly got carried away and gave everyone time off. Did a boss like him do this often? If he kept it up, would he gamble the whole workshop away?

"Whoa..."

The cutter was covered in stone dust and grime, but he no longer cared. He excitedly pulled out his money and called out. Someone in the workshop noticed, and in an instant, the entire place fell silent.

"Did the power go out?"

Lin Xiaofei knew perfectly well what had happened, but she could hardly believe it. This boss was quite a character.

Everyone crowded toward the