Chu Peilin and Su Song stood before a piece of Rough Stone. They appeared to be studying it closely, but were actually whispering to each other.
Chu Peilin glanced at Zuo Hong and Qiu Yuan, who were selecting Rough Stones nearby, and gave a cold laugh. "Master Su, Zuo Hong has already spent nearly three hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones on Rough Stones. According to you, even if the ones he picked soar in value, he won't make much..."
"Make money?" Su Song scoffed. "Family Head Chu, what you don't know is that while these Rough Stones do have a chance of soaring in value, the chance of a catastrophic loss is even higher."
Chu Peilin's pupils contracted.
A catastrophic loss?
"How could that be?" Chu Peilin frowned. "These Rough Stones were carefully selected, and their prices are extremely high. I examined every one of them myself. Their God patterns and auras are all exceptionally full..."
Before Chu Peilin could finish, Su Song shook his head. "I see what you see. These Rough Stones are indeed excellent. Even I can't find any flaws in them..."
"Then how can you..." Chu Peilin's frown deepened.
"It's simple. Master Dongfang examined these Rough Stones beforehand!"
A note of reverence entered Su Song's voice. "He believes the chance of a catastrophic loss far exceeds the chance of a surge in value. To be honest, if Master Dongfang hadn't said so, I would have been like Qiu Yuan and spared no expense to buy them."
Chu Peilin was startled. "Dongfang Ting, Master Dongfang—one of the three Rough Stone Grandmasters?"
"The very one!"
Su Song nodded.
Chu Peilin sucked in a cold breath, his scalp prickling.
He was beginning to understand why his son had asked him to work with Su Song against Zuo Hong.
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