The elderly Mr. Bai and the young man who had previously brought Huo Sining to see the stone gambling both found themselves speechless.
Especially Mr. Bai, who had lived for most of his life, having encountered countless expert gamblers, yet he had never seen anyone as reckless and disorganized as Huo Sining.
He had always thought that Huo Sining deserved the title of Gambling King, but seeing Huo Sining casually letting his partner cut up the raw materials like this made Boss Bai begin to have doubts.
Nowadays, media reports exaggerate the facts, and there is not much credibility. Boss Bai was very skeptical if Huo Sining's fame was all media hype and promotion.
After half an hour of fooling around, yet another pile of waste material appeared below the stone cutting machine, exhausting not just Su Qingqing, but also Wu Ya and Bai Yishan.
"Ningning, should we keep cutting?"
