There were a total of seven stone cutters in the Black Market. The woman seemed to know one of them and spoke with great familiarity, "Zhao Bin, cut these stones for me. If you find anything good, I'll buy you a drink next time."
Hearing this, Zhao Bin shook his head with a bitter smile. "We're in the Black Market. Can you please not use my real name?"
"You work for the Black Market, what are you afraid of? Hurry up and start cutting," the woman said impatiently.
"Sigh, you've already lost fifty thousand Spirit Stones this month. Even if you..." Zhao Bin paused for a moment before continuing, "Even if your family is wealthy, you'll go broke sooner or later if you keep this up."
Song Changsheng was taken aback. 'Good heavens,' he thought. 'No wonder she's so extravagant. Who else but an extraordinary person could lose fifty thousand Spirit Stones in a month and still be having fun?'
'She's probably the young lady of some major power.'
