"Hey, Boss! This guy says your Rough Stone is fake! He claims the one with the Window won't yield any jade at all. He's calling your goods trash!"
Cici Jewel, realizing she was losing the technical debate, decided to escalate the situation by borrowing the shop owner's authority. She pointed a manicured finger at Frank, her voice shrill with accusation, echoing down the street.
The shop owner, a burly man with a thick beard and arms like tree trunks, was busy organizing inventory inside. Hearing the commotion, he stormed out, wiping grease on a rag. His face flushed red with anger as he surveyed the scene.
"Who dares say my stones are fake?" he bellowed, his voice booming like thunder. He glared at the crowd, his eyes landing on Frank. "If you don't understand Stone Gambling, get the he
