After entering, they discovered that it was a very large venue, not at all the auction setup Luo Qianqian had imagined, with five long tables arranged from one end to the other.
On the long tables were stones of varying sizes.
Luo Qianqian pursed her lips. "So many stones, even if we pick all of them, when will we ever finish processing them?"
"What do you think that over there is for?" Jimo Cheng pointed at the tightly closed doors and shook his head in disbelief. "You weigh and record at the entrance, and only past that can you start processing the stones, limited to one per person."
While he was still explaining, a voice was heard from the other side. "Yo, isn't that Jimo Cheng?"
Noticing a darkening on Jimo Cheng's face, Luo Qianqian looked up and saw a man whose features were strikingly similar to Jimo Cheng's, accompanying an elderly man. He also lightly chuckled and greeted, "Uncle."
