He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

While waiting for the cutting to begin, Fang Tinglan inexplicably noticed that there were more and more people around her, and upon looking around, she saw that some of them were carrying cameras.

Fang Lin spent a long time choosing before finally picking out a piece he liked. When he came over, he saw a group of people gathered around. He squeezed in and saw that they were watching the cutting process.

He was feeling a bit bored and was about to leave when the people around him started chatting.

"I heard that Old Qiu's piece of raw jade has been sold."

"Are people actually buying it?"

"They're waiting there to be cut, you wouldn't believe it."

"His material is expensive, and there's no guarantee he'll be able to sell it. Who would be so foolish as to buy it?"

"Tch, just a silly kid. I wonder which family's arrogant young master spent over two million without even blinking an eye."

"Old Qiu's material, hahaha, the news of the sale spread pretty quickly, the media has already arrived."

"Who can blame him for Old Qiu's famous reputation?"

"Yes, hahahaha!"

Fang Tinglan was in a room with Old Qiu at the moment. He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass. The old man raised his hand, and the young man behind him pushed him over.

"You bought it but didn't let anyone know; the money must have come from an illegitimate source?"

"You're overthinking it."

"You're quite impolite."

Old Qiu glared at Fang Tinglan, but seeing Fang's calm and composed expression, he instantly lost his temper and snorted coldly, "Do you really think you can get something good out of this?"

“This is your material, but you seem to have no confidence at all.”

"It's yours now."

I think it's possible.

"What's your reason? You..." Old Qiu looked him up and down. "You don't have any tools, which has nothing to do with your profession."

"Just an intuition."

"...So mature for his age."

When it was time to actually cut it, a crowd had already gathered around, probably forty or fifty people.

Old Qiu was furious at the sight. He knew perfectly well that this group of people were just there to make a fool of themselves. He had bought this piece of material at a high price, but no one had shown any interest in it since. Yet, he had a strange but real intuition.

—This must be a good piece of material.

After arguing with many people, the reputation of this piece of jade grew. Now that someone has bought it and is preparing to open it, these people are coming to watch the joke.

As the first cut was made, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the blade.

In the end, the stone split open to the sides, revealing a grayish-white expanse with nothing inside.

After everyone realized what was happening, they made sounds of surprise, regret, or amusement.

"Cut it again, cut the piece on the right."

The young man's voice rang out, and the old man, taking a deep breath, nodded slightly to the young man behind him.

The man understood, dialed the number, and whispered a few instructions.

Once the forklift was in place to move the stones, the machine started running again, and everyone watched intently once more.

"How could there be? This stone has been here for who knows how long..."

"Yes, but I'd like to see if there's any more when I cut further."

"I think it's probably hopeless..."

"Hey!! I've got it!!!"

A scream drew the attention of everyone who was chatting.

A purple hue was visible at the cut opening.

After the stone was completely cut in half, two crystal-clear purple pieces came into view.

"Violet!!!"

"This is... an icy jade?"

"Yes, it's an icy violet! My God! How much is such a big piece worth?!"

Old Qiu slapped his thigh and laughed in the room, as if he had finally gotten what he wanted. He was as happy as an old child. After a while, he calmed down and his gaze toward Fang Tinglan became very complicated.

This kid doesn't look like a teenager at all; his mannerisms and demeanor are more like those of a seasoned veteran of the underworld.

What he didn't know was that Fang Tinglan's way of doing things was exactly the same as his father, Fang Kun. Fang Kun used to often take Fang Tinglan with him when he was doing things. Although he didn't have the talent to summon spirits, his knowledge was beyond what ordinary people could compare to.