The only one who could haggle so fiercely at the gambling stone stall was Ling Zhenfei. Seeing Ling Zhenfei really about to leave, the shop owner called out to him, "Alright, let's be friends. Twenty thousand it is. You pay up and I'll help you cut it."
Xiao Yun felt a bit distressed. A stone the size of a palm costing twenty thousand yuan was something most people truly couldn't afford. But Ling Zhenfei had already gone to pay, so she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to.
Ling Zhenfei paid at the side, and at this point the material was already on the machine. The machine started to spin, moving toward the sandy surface to start cutting.
Everyone watched the rapidly spinning machine, their feelings like that of their own wife entering the delivery room to give birth.
Even though it wasn't their stone purchase, everyone was more excited than Ling Zhenfei, not taking their eyes off it.
