In the afternoon of early spring, in the suburbs of Ruining City, the border of Burma in the southwest.

A young man in his twenties was riding a motorcycle on a mountain path. There was a big woven bag on the car, and the shabby motorcycle made a roaring sound. There was a hint of tiredness on the handsome young man's face.

In the distance, a city appeared in front of him. He smiled slightly, pressed the accelerator, and jumped onto the road.

In a remote alley in Ruining City, a young man skillfully drove a motorcycle into a courtyard. On the left side of the courtyard was a row of two-story houses, on the right was a goods yard, under which lay piles of stones. There were also some woven bags with stones in them. A row of machines next to the goods yard roared. A group of people sat on a simple platform next to the machine and looked at something together.

"Ah Xiang, you're back." A thin middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, walked quickly to the car, and asked.

"You're back, Uncle Cut. Why are there so many people here today?" The young man asked.

"There was a huge increase in customers yesterday. A lot of people came when they heard the news. The boss is in the office. You can go," Uncle Cut said.

"Okay, Uncle Cut. When I'm done, I'll come and help. Please help me check the woven bag first. It's too heavy to go up." After saying that, Ah Xiang quickly walked to the second floor.

Arriving at the door of the boss's office, Ah Xiang knocked on the door and entered. A few people were sitting at a tea table more than ten meters high, drinking tea and chatting. When they heard the knock on the door, they all looked back. Ah Xiang quickly walked to the tea table and said to a middle-aged man in his fifties, "Boss, the goods are back."

The middle-aged man looked at Ah Xiang and asked, "Is there anything wrong on the way?"

"It's okay, boss. The goods are downstairs." Ah Xiang said.

The middle-aged man looked back at a few people who were drinking tea and said, "Bosss, come down and have a look. The new goods are here. I'll buy some wild food for you in the evening."

One of the middle-aged men said, "Mr. Xue, it's still the same as yesterday's stone. I want it."

With this, they got up and went downstairs. A Xiang hurried to the front of them and came downstairs first. He found a cart and tried to put the woven bag into the cart. Then he pushed the cart and entered the room on the first floor. Mr. Xue also took a few people into the room and closed the door. Mr. Xue said, "Axiang, bring the stone to the platform."

Ah Xiang opened the woven bag, picked up a stone, and gently placed it on a tea table full of scratches. Outside each stone were several layers of thick woven bags and a newspaper from Burma. Mr. Xue said, "There are five in total, the largest is 40 kilograms, and the smallest is more than 6 kilograms. Please take a look."

Looking at those people, they looked around for scissors and knives. With the ear-piercing sound, several stones were stripped of their tools one after another by several guests. Everyone was carefully shining on the stones with a professional flashlight.

Jade ornaments were very popular in Huaxia, but most people didn't know that when the raw jade gemstone was excavated, the outer layer was wrapped with a layer of weathered leather shell. The weathered skin was thin and thick. Even in today's advanced technology, even the most advanced instruments couldn't judge the quality of the jade inside. Therefore, people could only observe the raw jade gemstone with their eyes, and then judge the quality of the inside meat according to the performance of the leather shell. In this way, the gambling stone was born, and the industry had existed for hundreds of years.

Ah Xiang stood at the side and looked at these stones. There were three black stones. One was yellow, and the other was yellow-white. The largest one was black, and the smallest one was yellow-white.

At this time, Mr. Xue said, "The black one is Mo Wanji, and the open space is absolutely straight. The yellow one is a female horn, and the small one is a wooden one."

Mr. Xue was talking about the name of the mining area where these raw jade gemstones were produced. There was a saying in the industry, "Don't gamble on stones if you don't know how to dig holes".

A man in his thirties said, "Mr. Xue, what's the price?"