Chapter 180 Ancestral Wool

Zhuang Rui's arm was pulled by Song Jun. He walked to the place where Master Peng looked at the wool, and he was full of resentment in his heart. The buddies came here to bet all the wool and see which door was half-gambling stone, but Song Jun was also a good intention. Zhuang Rui could only look at the half-gambling wool first.

Master Peng obviously knows a lot about Pingzhou gambling stone. This will be a full set of tools in hand, especially the thick arm-like flashlight, which is dozens of times brighter than the dim light bulb in the warehouse, and the whole warehouse is bright.

Boss Yu smiled and didn't stop. He gave a circle of cigarettes to several people and smoked. The rules of this stone were passed down by the old people. If it's late, it's too early. In the past, the gambling stone was lit with such a candle and I showed it to you in my hand. It happened from time to time to light Bubble, it's already very face-given.

However, the guests brought their own tools, and the host could not intervene.

"Boss Song. These wool of mine are all transported from the Mogalong and Qiaowu mining areas of Pagang Factory, and few companies in Pingzhou can directly pull out the wool from there.

Boss Yu accompanied him and introduced the wool on the shelf to Song Jun.

In recent years, the Myanmar government has extremely strict restrictions on the export of jade raw materials, but the warlords in Myanmar are divided, and various armed forces are uneven. Most of the jadeite mines are jointly owned by the army and local businessmen in Myanmar. If some domestic wool merchants can pay tolls, they can also pass through various channels. Dao smuggled out some old pit-planted wool.

"Boss Yu, most of the wool in the Pagang factory is of medium and low-grade. You take so much effort. Why don't you come out of the high-end materials from Leida Factory or Mogang Factory, where they all produce high-green emeralds."

Song Jun and Zhuang Rui did not understand these old pit mines in Myanmar, but Master Peng obviously knew it well. One sentence made the boss speechless. After a long time, Boss Yu said with a bitter face, "This master is really an excerer. Even the mines in Myanmar are so clear, but you know that the Mogang factory is open. After more than 200 years of mining, the Thunder Factory is almost exhausted. These two mines are controlled by the big jade merchants in Myanmar. How can we have that way? Although the Pagang factory does not have much high green jade, they have always been the main force of the domestic jade market.

Master Peng nodded when he heard the words and said, "Your words are also good. But the price is much worse.

"You take a look first. Let's talk about it later..."

Boss Yu's old face was wrinkled like a **, as if he had suffered a lot of grievances.

Zhuang Rui secretly praised in his heart. The gambling stone master found by Song Jun really had two brushes. If this is a person who is smart but does not know the origin of jade, he may be fooled by the boss. You know, although they are all raw stone wool from old pits, their prices are also very different.

"Brother Song, take your time. I'd better go to see all the gambling wool. That thing is cheap. I can solve a few more yuan, and we can rely on these broken stones for the money in our villa."

Zhuang Rui followed Song Jun and was quite impatient. He looked at several and a half pieces of wool. Although some skylights were well opened, the jade inside was really miserable, the content was small, and the quality was poor. It looked at the boss's nervous appearance. Presumably, the price will not be very low. Zhuang Rui is really not interested in these half-gambling stones.

"Your boy is really gambling. Whatever you want, don't blame your brother if the bet collapses."

The money is Zhuang Rui's. Song Jun can't help but not allow it. Seeing that Zhuang Rui was determined to see the full gambling wool, Song Jun waved his hand helplessly.

"Young people have momentum and firepower. Maybe they can drive the best jade. Young man, the ground is full of gambling wool. Don't worry, the price is absolutely fair."

Song Jun's voice was a little loud. He was really heard by Boss Yu and quickly introduced him to Zhuang Rui. In his opinion, Zhuang Rui, a layman, was obviously better to fool.

Boss Yu's jadeite raw stone wool is an old pit, but the well-performing jadeite wool has been received by him from another warehouse to participate in the gambling stone conference that will open the day after tomorrow. As for these wool, although there are also several pieces that perform well, they are all used by the boss for fishing, and it's not Sell it, but the price will not be lower than the transaction price at the gambling stone conference.

As for these all-gambling wool, there are also good and bad, but there are more chicken ribs, and there are even many worthless wool in the eyes of ancientist. Some of these were left before and were not willing to throw away, and some were matched with Myanmar's purchase this time. In short, the boss did not pay much attention to these all-gambling materials. Since Zhuang Rui wanted to see it, he also introduced it with the mentality that he could sell one piece.

Zhuang Rui's Grand Cherokee also had a flashlight magnifying glass and other things. When he got out of the car, he held it in his hand. Now he was just pretending to use it. He turned on the flashlight and squatted down. Zhuang Rui looked at it like that.

The size of all gambling wool on the ground varies, from a few kilograms of fist-sized to hundreds of kilograms of adult-sized wool, but the performance of the outer skin is almost the same, mainly gray-white and yellow, which is the typical performance of the original stone wool of Pagang factory.

"One knife is poor, one knife is rich, all his mother's nonsense here, only these wool, cut down are all knives and knives are poor..."

Zhuang Rui squatted on the ground and looked at it for more than half an hour, and couldn't help cursing in his heart. It is said that Pingzhou is a paradise for gambling stones. He has seen more than 20 pieces of gambling wool. There are only a few of jade in it, but its quantity and texture are terrible. If it is cut down, there is no doubt that the gambling will collapse.

Standing up, Zhuang Rui stretched his muscles and bones, but saw that Song Jun had selected seven or eight and a half yuan of gambling wool, big and small, piled up together, waiting for Master Peng to finish all the selection and negotiate the price together.

"Little brother. Come on, smoke a cigarette."

Boss Yu didn't know where he suddenly came out of there. His thin body, like a ghost in the dim light, scared Zhuang Rui.

"How about it? Do you like it? It's the first time you come here. Let's make friends. I can give you a discount."

Boss Yu lit a cigarette for Zhuang Rui with a smile. Zhuang Rui's boldness made Zhuang Rui's straight and crooked. He was all engaged in the wool business. This boss was not as popular as the young man in Nanjing at the beginning.

"Ha ha, I'm just a layman. This time I'm following Brother Song to gain knowledge. Boss Yu, please say hello over there first. I'll see for myself."

Zhuang Rui's words disappointed Boss Yu and turned around and walked to Song Jun and others.

Zhuang Rui continued to squat down to check. If there is no gain in such a trip, he will not be reconciled. Even if there is no better jade in these wool, at least he can increase some of his own experience in observing wool and find some veins.

However, Zhuang Rui was soon disappointed. As the saying goes: Immortals can't break an inch of jade. This is not true at all. Zhuang Rui also saw a few pieces of skin covered with pine python patterns, and the weathered skin color was yellow, very pure Pagang wool, but he argued carefully with his eyes. In addition to the As such, there is no trace of emerald.

However, the wool that Zhuang Rui is looking at now is a little strange. This is also a piece of Pagang's wool. The performance on the outer skin is only average. The gray-white body surface is pitted, not very flat, and the whole stone is oval. It weighs about 30 to 40 catties.

The reason why it is strange is that Zhuang Rui found that the outer skin of this wool was less than three inches thick, and it was green, and it was high green, and the color was very bright. Next to the layer of green, there was no asbestos body, and the area almost spread to a place as big as half a piece of wool.

Generally speaking, such wool is very likely to be the best. If the boss wipes this wool, as long as it opens to the skylight and reveals a trace of green, this wool can be sold for at least more than 5 million.

Just looking inside, Zhuang Rui couldn't laugh or cry. Under this layer of jadeite, it was full of white flowers. Until the stone was seen through, there was no trace of jadeite. That is to say, except for a layer of extremely thin jadeite wrapped in three inches under the skin, this wool It's useless.

Looking at this piece of wool, Zhuang Rui's heart moved. If he wiped out its green in a crowded place, someone must have wanted it. As for whether others buy it, it's a loss or a profit, it's not a matter of concern for Zhuang Rui. Thinking of this, Zhuang Rui bent down and struggled to take out the wool.

Boss Yu raised his eyes and happened to see that Zhuang Rui was holding the wool to the door. He couldn't help laughing and saying, "Oh, little brother, if you like it, just write down that it's that stone. You don't need to take it out. Just push it out with a cart later."

"Ha ha, it's okay. It's all out, and it's not very heavy."

Zhuang Rui is lying with his eyes open. In this air-conditioned warehouse, he is tired and sweaty. Isn't it heavy?

"Oh, Boss Yu, your stone is also emerald wool?"

When Zhuang Rui put down the piece of wool in his arms, he saw a foot extending under the support frame next to the iron door, which was much shorter than other places. Under the short foot, a stone was placed square, about 40 centimeters thick and 60 centimeters wide.

Boss Yu came over when he heard the sound. After seeing the stone that Zhuang Rui was referring to, his eyes turned around and said, "Of course, it's wool. This is the wool from the old mine of Mukan Factory in Myanmar. It has been passed down from my family for two generations, and I have been thinking about it ."

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