"Old Zane... that young man who bought your Waste Material... he couldn't have actually cut out high-grade jade, could he?" The Woman named Snow asked, a note of disbelief in her voice as she stared at the crowd swarming the cutting machine like ants on sugar.
"Let's go see. It's probably just a small rise, maybe Sticky Rice Type or Bean Type," Old Zane grunted, trying to suppress the sinking feeling in his gut. His legs felt heavy as lead.
On the other side of the plaza, Chuck Wainright was in a foul mood. He had just cut open a small Blind Rough Stone he bought for $10,000 to test the waters before tackling his big purchases.
It was a complete collapse. Just grey rock and white fog.
Although $10,000 was pocket change to him—the cost of a bottle of wine—the feeling of losing was corro
