"Number 9 is good. A fine piece of jade..."
"Take this number 21 rough stone..."
"Number 27 isn't bad either..."
It took Master Lu a full half-hour to help Fei Xiang choose ten rough stones, and he was exceptionally meticulous throughout the process. With each selection, he would state his reasons, using various technical terms that left Fei Xiang and the other gamblers dumbfounded.
Ye Xiu's face darkened. The technical terms Master Lu was using were pure gibberish. It was like he was looking at a donkey and praising it for being a fine pig—utterly incongruous. He was now one hundred percent certain Master Lu was a fraud.
"Fei Xiang, go and print the contract. After we sign it, you can pay and take home the treasures I've chosen for you," Master Lu said, patting Fei Xiang on the shoulder benevolently.
