Wu Di touched his chin and frowned. The question now is how to get the stall owner to sell this stone to him!

He was just now preparing to watch the stall owner's joke to see if he was interested in this stone, would the stall owner say it was a raw stone against his conscience? Unexpectedly, the June debt was paid quickly. At this moment, he really hoped that the stall owner had just been cunning and said it was a raw stone! Then he could be a sucker and everyone would happily solve this matter, but what should we do now?

He glanced at the sparrow and grinned at the corner of his mouth at the rough stone under the stall owner's butt. The sparrow nodded silently, stood up, and began to look around.

The stall owner saw Wu Di still picking up, so he came to him, regardless of whether there was no translator. The man could understand or not and said mysteriously:

"Now the better gems have been taken away from the mines and auctioned together, so expensive! My batch was made by bribing the supervisor, and it is no worse than those! Look at this one..."

He was bent over and holding a piece of raw stone the size of a walnut coated with several red spots to explain to Wu Di. Suddenly, he heard a loud shout from above his head and looked up. Wu Di was also shocked. What are the ghosts calling this guy?

The sparrow was holding his strength to act at this moment, but he saw his eyes wide open, his hair was angrily rushing, pointing at the crowd in the distance, cursing and looking around, as if he was looking for something... Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pushed the stall owner away, picked up the brick-shaped raw stone under the stall owner, and ran to the distance, swearing in Burmese while running:

"Don't run away if you have the fuck, I'll beat you to death..."

The stall owner was pushed and staggered, sat down on the ground, with his mouth wide open in a daze. Wu Di secretly cursed the sparrow while laughing, helped the stall owner up, explaining and gestured:

"He met an enemy... It's okay, I'll buy that stone, don't worry..."

A stall owner next to him could understand Chinese, grabbed the stall owner's clothes on the shoulder, pulled him over, and whispered a few words in his ear. The stall owner suddenly became smiled, waved his hand at Wu Di generously, and said:

"Understand, I hope that little brother can...hehe, that... that stone is really not a raw stone, it doesn't cost money, I always have conscience in business! But sir, this piece is a real pigeon blood ruby, the top pigeon blood ruby, only 30,000 yuan for you!"

When Wu Di heard that the boss opened his mouth for 30,000, he frowned.

"Thirty thousand? Otherwise, you report to Jing and say that the boy stole a stone of yours and he deserved it if he should be killed or cut. Anyway, he is your local. Your rough stone is too expensive, I don't want it."

"No, no, boss, if you are expensive, you will have a price. If you don't want it, you can just earn me some management fee today."

When the stall owner heard the translator, he became anxious. Seeing the situation, he wanted to jump out of the back of the stall and grab Wu Di.

Wu Di thought about it, took out a 500 euro, shook it at the stall owner, and said:

"Then do I need to let him return the stone after hitting the man?"

The stall owner stared at the euro in Wu Di's hand with his eyes tightly, and shook his head simply. I don't know if it was said that the five hundred were not enough or that he didn't have to pay it back.

The stall owner next to him was a good person. When he saw his compatriots on the side, he was a little confused. He snatched the banknotes and stuffed them into the stall owner's hand, saying:

"No, no need to return it. It's unlucky to see a bloody stone here..."

Wu Di played with the walnut-sized raw stones, strolled forward, and behind him, the stall owner was rubbing the euro with a smile, and was used to sitting on the ground...

Not far away, the sparrow quietly appeared beside Wu Di, patted the cloth bag cross-body on his shoulder, and asked:

"Fifth brother, how much did it cost?"

Wu Di threw the small stone in his hand to him and said with a smile:

"Even this, 500 euros! Now this guy is legitimate! I said you guys are pretty brave! Are you not afraid that the stall owner will yell and everyone in the market will chase you?"

"Haha, the baby that Fifth Brother likes is absolutely extraordinary, and it is worth taking some risk for this. Besides, aren't you still there? A broken stone with a butt padded one, throwing him two lightly, and you won't take it off casually?!"

After changing a passage, a familiar shout suddenly came from the front, which was actually in Chinese. Seeing Wu Di listen with his ears, the sparrow smiled and said:

"Haha, I just ran over and took a look. A group of Chinese people were gambling on stones."

"Oh? There is a place to bet on stones? Let's go, I haven't been gambled seriously yet when I arrived in Myanmar. I'm itchy forehand!"

If it was a dormant cat here, you would definitely sneer. I was afraid that many old gamblers would not bet more than you would have ever gambled!

There are always lively places where there are Chinese people, let alone the scene of gambling stones? From a distance, Wu Di even saw two blonde and blue-eyed foreigners standing outside the crowd, stretching their necks to look into the crowd. He frowned. This was just gambling stones, not calculating stones, how could it be surrounded by such a large group of people? The sparrow also discovered this problem. He hadn't come here just now. He casually pulled a man and asked a few words, turned around and smiled:

"Fifth brother, it seems that two groups of people are challenging and gamble with gambling stones!"

Wu Di smiled and remembered his experience in Chun City. No one would deliberately design this foreign country, right? Wen Lan's moving look suddenly appeared in front of him. He was in a good mood and said:

"Let's go, we'll find a place to start practicing, bet on a colorful piece of paper and carve a big auspicious cloud..."

This passage is basically a shop for gambling stones, and there are stalls outside each storefront. At this moment, many bosses are standing next to the stall, stretching their necks, looking at the lively storefront not far away, and all kinds of envy and jealousy are revealed in their eyes.

Wu Di looked at the two storefronts briefly and made a preliminary judgment. These wool materials were basically sold in piles by the mine warehouse after several times of selection by the master. There must be good things, but there will definitely not be too many. However, he discovered a very strange phenomenon. The bosses here did not have a warehouse! Where did their good goods go?

He grabbed the boss and asked a few questions. The boss was anxious at first, saying that his wool was the best! Later, he saw Wu Di shaking a bill in his hand, and then he said in a low voice:

"No one dares to sell good goods here. If you perform well, you have to go through public sales. However, if you want to buy it, I still have two hidden in my house, but at this price, I can't follow the one here."

Wu Di shook his head. If you buy the kind of wool that everyone can see is good material, how can he show his level? What he wants is this kind of feeling of secretly picking up bargains!

He handed the banknote to the boss and took a piece of wool from the boss's stall. The boss glanced at him, waved his hand, and signaled to give it to him. Wu Di smiled and turned around and handed it to the sparrow. He was in a great mood. He exchanged a hundred euros for a piece of green ice seedlings. This kind of transaction is still necessary!

He calculated the time. The public market still had four days to start, so he needed to meet Qian Fatty and the others one day in advance. In other words, he could stay in Yangon for three days, and there was some time. He was in a hurry in the mining area and did not carefully observe the performance of the wool materials. Let's use these as practice.

At the stall on the third storefront, the boss was very enthusiastic, but his fur materials were not enthusiastic, and they were all cold-eyed, which made Wu Di very bored. Of course, in the end, he had a big perspective and reluctantly took away a piece of ice glutinous rice, which was a warm reward for the boss. But I just didn't know if the boss knew that his enthusiasm actually brought this result, would he dare to please the customers so much in the future.

The fourth storefront is like this, the fifth storefront is like this, and the sixth storefront is still like this. The quality of the wool materials here is worse than that in some places in China! The sparrow looked around a little bored. The fifth brother looked at this kind of thing almost every day, so why can’t he see enough?

On the seventh storefront, Wu Di saw the gray-black wool placed at the corner of the stall at a glance. He felt that it was a piece of glass, 100%!

This is a standard piece of old Pagan material. Judging from the characteristics of the skin, it should be the product of the fourth layer of the mine. It is as big as a steamed bun, without sand removal, and there are many protruding small thorny gravel on the skin. It is heavy in the hand and a bit prickly.

Wu Di looked carefully and found that there were two small inconspicuous pine flowers, and a black ringworm that had no cracks. Because there were more protruding sand particles on the skin, there was no sign of whether there was a python belt.

He weighed the wool in his hand, savored the familiar slight tingling feeling, and asked:

"Boss, how much does this cost?"

The boss was very enthusiastic, and when Wu Di came over, he quietly pushed a few pieces of good performance forward. Unexpectedly, this person didn't appreciate it at all, picked up a piece of shit and watched it for a long time without any appreciation!

But the boss is an old stall owner and is used to dealing with Chinese people. He knows that these stone betting people are cunning and suspicious. If they think that he is deliberately slaughtering customers, no matter how good the material is, he will not take action. After a quick calculation, he decided to tell the truth.

"Boss, that piece of material has no performance and is very cheap. There are a few pieces here that perform well. If you buy it back, it will definitely give you a lot of face in your circle of friends!"

The boss is indeed very good at doing business, and he has figured out the Chinese people's psychology. Wu Di smiled, shook the fur in his hand, and said nothing.

"That piece, one thousand yuan."

Wu Di nodded. The boss was quite realistic. He took out a hundred euros and handed them over. In Myanmar, this is more popular than the RMB. Moreover, the public market is quoted in euros. Now we need to develop a good habit to avoid being a sucker.

After handing the wool to the sparrow, Wu Di began to take a closer look at the other goods on the boss's stall, including the few pieces he highly recommended. At this time, the sound of a stone suddenly sounded in front of the door that surrounded many people not far away. The boss was a little excited and kept looking at the other side.

When Wu Di saw his appearance, he smiled:
Chapter completed!