The owner of the Gambling Stone Shop heard Hao Jian's comment. Although he didn't say anything, he had a smile on his face. He thought to himself, "You must be afraid of being poor, thinking that a pie will fall from the sky. If this waste stone could really produce something good, would it have waited for you to buy it?"
Hao Jian didn't care about their opinions. He had his own confidence. If that stone was just an ordinary stone, would he embarrass himself? No way. Hao Jian never makes a loss in his dealings.
The onlookers heard Hao Jian say he would cut entirely from the edges, and they started mocking him again.
The owner chuckled, then restarted the machine. As the motor hummed, the machine began to work. The owner skillfully operated the machine, cutting bit by bit.
As the machine delved deeper, the eyes of the onlookers started to focus, all directed at the cutting section of the machine.
