Chapter 34： small rise

Mao Shiyong is a man of righteousness and has extensive financial resources. His net worth is not worse than that of the Ning family. If he really compares, the Ning family may not be as good as the Mao family. Looking at the playful eyes of the other party, even if Ning Xiaorui hated her, she could only knock down her teeth and swallow blood.

There was no way to find Mao Shiyong to settle the account, so Ning Xiaorui put the account on Qiao Yian's head, looking at Qiao Yian with more and more fierce eyes, wishing to swallow her alive.

In this regard, Qiao Yian didn't care, no matter how the other party glared, she would not lose half a piece of meat, and looked innocently at the more complete jade wool in Lao Zhou's hands.

It's just that Qiao Yian sneered in her heart, not to mention that with her current ability, she can still be afraid of Ning Xiaorui's failure? Although the Ning family has some money now, they don't dare to kill people in Xinghai City at will, at most they only dare to make trouble.

As Lao Zhou moved faster and faster, the whole piece of wool was quickly released.

"The fine beans are full of green wool, but the color is a little off, it's a light green..." Mao Shiyong clicked his tongue twice, and once again sighed at Ning Xiaorui that he was ugly, "If you want me to look like Miss Ning, it is estimated that This should be the bright green glass species."

The people around looked at Mao Shiyong, with a beard all over his face pretending to be funny and winking, and laughed in a low voice. Even looking at the serious Lao Zhou, his brows and eyes bent a little, making Ning Xiaorui's face turn blue and white again. .

After this time, Mao Shiyong was already in a much better mood. He coughed twice, turned everyone's attention, and said with a smile, "I bought this piece of wool for 25,000 yuan. Does anyone want it?"

The shop in Mao Shiyong's home is a boutique customization route. For some wools of poor quality, they will be disposed of outside.

"If your piece of wool is a little smaller, you can also take out three bracelets and make two small pendants, and I will pay 280,000." This time, the tall and thin middle-aged man made the first bid.

"Boss Zhao, you are as stingy as ever, I paid 340,000." The man in the gray striped shirt spoke again.

Qiao Yian glanced at the two of them, and this time it was finally seen that the two were not dealing with each other.

After the general competition, Mao Shiyong finally sold the wool for 420,000 yuan and gave it to a tall and thin middle-aged man.

Mao Shiyong was not someone who liked to make things difficult. When he saw Ning Xiaorui flinch, he stopped to make fun of him, and asked Lao Zhou to give him another piece of wool. The remaining piece of wool had more halo than this piece of wool. It was bigger. After it was completely untied, Qiao Yian found that the halo was much higher than the stone shell. Sun-green level.

Touching this crystal clear jadeite, Mao Shiyong squinted his eyes, and didn't intend to sell it after taking it in his pocket. Others knew that it was the result, just sighed and set their eyes on the two pieces of wool left by Qiao Yi'an.

Whoever said that there is no hope, but you can take a look.

Ning Xiaorui crossed her hands on her chest and watched Qiao Yian hand the wool to Lao Zhou with a sarcastic smile and a look of watching the show.

"This small piece is still rubbing the stone according to the method I said before, right?" Lao Zhou took the wool in one hand, raised his eyes and asked, wiped the sweat from his face with the other hand, and opened a dozen pieces of wool in a row. He was also a little tired.

"Well, wipe it." Ignoring the gazes of the people around him, Qiao Yian nodded with a smile: "With the good luck that Mr. Mao brought me, it will definitely be green this time!"