Trouble Zhang Yang Had Stirred Up

The outcome was settled. Zhang Yang had won hands down.

"Heh, boss, here's your stone and your money."

The stall owner brought over the stone and a card reader, transferred the money back to Zhang Yang, and handed him the stone.

"Sorry to show off, everyone."

Zhang Yang cupped his fists with a smile.

Cheng Dongxue suddenly thought Zhang Yang looked exactly like one of those street performers who broke boulders on their chests.

"How did he do that?"

"How did he do that?"

Two questions arose in everyone's minds. First, how had Zhang Yang been so sure the stone contained no jadeite? Second, how had he shattered it with a single palm strike?

As soon as those questions occurred to them, the dozen or so people on the other side of the bet turned their eyes to the stone's owner.

Their stares made the owner's hair stand on end. He knew exactly what they meant.

And they did more than stare. They advanced on him step by step.

"What are you doing? I don't know anything! This has nothing to do with me."

The strange thing was that although everyone had doubts, they only dared corner the stone's owner. None of them dared trouble Zhang Yang. They were afraid his feat had been real.

"That stone's been sitting here for ages. You can inspect it yourselves."

As he explained, the owner shot Zhang Yang a pleading look. He had made two million, but if this kept up, the money might have to pay for his funeral.

"Hold on. I can prove how I knew that stone was just a rock. I won another stone from you, didn't I? I can cut it open. There's definitely high-quality jadeite inside, and it's worth a fortune."

"As for that palm strike, take