Chapter 99: A God Among Mortals
A mere bet? Yes, just a tenth of Burma’s jade supply to China, a 20% stake in the Pingshan auction, and all the unsold rough stones.
Having won this gamble legitimately and acquired assets generating hundreds of millions in annual profit, Gu Wanrong was elated. But she felt the slap wasn’t hard enough.
“Luck? I’ve always had excellent luck. Don’t worry about it,” she scoffed coldly.
“Let’s cut the stones I picked,” she gestured, and someone brought forward her selected rough stones to the cutting machine.
A crowd gathered, eager to see what she would produce.
Reaching the machine, Gu Wanrong paused, turning to look at An Jiayan.
“My luck? Watch my stones,” she said with a knowing smile, before focusing on the first stone.
The machine roared to life. The crowd held its breath as the first stone was cut, revealing a vibrant green.
“Imperial Purple!” someone exclaimed. “Top-grade jade!”
Gu Wanrong smiled; she had chosen this Imperial Purple jade to slightly surpass the He and An families’ emerald green glass jade.
The second stone was cut, revealing jade worth around three million—another success.
As the third, fourth, and fifth stones yielded similar results, the crowd was stunned. This was the first time at the Nandian auction someone had cut both legendary Imperial Green and consistently profitable jade from rough stones.
It seemed she possessed some uncanny ability to see the jade within. If all her stones yielded jade, all the other merchants would seem foolish.
They painstakingly examined each stone, facing the risk of loss, while Gu Wanrong’s stones were uniformly profitable.
An Jiayan’s face was grim. Gu Wanrong had left him no face. He had merely mocked her luck, prompting this demonstration. And every cut was a win.
He Jingkun’s expression was equally dark. The rough stones at the Nandian auction were carefully selected by their families. Gu Wanrong’s selection was a blatant challenge to their expertise, a humiliation.
The cutter continued tirelessly, following Gu Wanrong’s lines, cutting stone after stone.
With each profitable cut, gasps filled the room. Even rough stones at the Nandian auction yielded at least a million; this was unheard of.
Was this even human?
Twenty-plus rough stones, all profitable cuts!
Unbelievable!
It had to be a god!
They looked at Gu Wanrong not with professional appraisal but with awe and wonder, as if witnessing a miracle.
The Imperial Purple was the most valuable, estimated at 160 million, with the rest adding up to 700 million.
Many eagerly approached Tong Shenqi, attempting to negotiate the purchase of these now almost risk-free jade pieces.
They didn’t dare approach Gu Wanrong due to her bodyguards’ imposing presence. They knew the jade would likely go to Fu Pearl Treasure’s warehouse. They’d speak to the president instead.
“Ms. Gu, the jade is high-quality. Fu Pearl Treasure can’t use it all. We should sell some and convert it to cash,” Tong Shenqi suggested.
Gu Wanrong considered this for a moment. Fu Pearl Treasure didn’t only deal in jade, but also other precious stones. She agreed to sell some of the jade.
Tong Shenqi selected some subordinates and began negotiating with interested buyers.
Gu Wanrong calmly moved to a point where she could see and hear An Jiayan’s group.
An Jiayan and He Jingkun, humiliated, should have left to avoid further embarrassment. However, as the auction hosts, they were unable to leave.
Gu Wanrong sat comfortably, her legs elegantly crossed, observing them. They felt her gaze was one of mockery.
None dared meet her eyes.
She tapped her fingers on the armrest.
“When will you pay up?” she asked.
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