One Hundred and Eighteen. Luck

Back at the hotel at night, at Zhang Bing's strong request, Yang Ming took the two stones he gambled during the day to Zhang Jiefang's room, and was going to ask him to appraise which one was more valuable.

"It must be mine!" Zhang Bin pointed at the time he polished it and said, "Mine is twice the size of yours!"

"You can't say that. If you find jadeite, a palm-sized piece is worth millions!" Zhang Jiefang waved his hand: "Which one is worth more, a piece of gold or silver twice as big? That's the reason!"

"How could it be possible to drive to Emerald!" Zhang Bin was a little disdainful.

"Nothing is impossible, luck is hard to say!" Zhang Jiefang shook his head: "Let's just talk about me, the few people who went to sea with me back then, I was the only one, and the others were still engaged in hard small business. .”

Zhang Bing didn't dare to say anything more. He also knew that his father was superstitious, so he said obediently, "Yes, my luck is not good."

"Son, you don't need to be lucky. Your advantage over others is that you have a good father! Although your father can't be said to be a rich man, he is worth tens of millions. As long as you don't become corrupt and run your business in a down-to-earth manner, You won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life! I don't want you to expand, as long as you keep your family business!" Zhang Jiefang said.

"Dad, what you said, I seem to be a second-generation ancestor!" Zhang Bin was a little embarrassed: "If Yang Ming and our brothers take care of each other in the future, your family business will definitely be carried forward!"

"Well, I'm just waiting for your words!" Zhang Jiefang laughed and said, what he said just now was to relieve Zhang Bing, but who doesn't want his son to be promising!

Yang Ming polished the rotten jade a few times calmly. It reveals the true color of the jade below. Then he pretended to be very disappointed and sighed: "It's not even as good as your worst piece of land!"

Zhang Jiefang took a look at it, and couldn't help but shook his head: "This piece of jade can be sold for ten yuan if you sell it to a handicraft workshop. But it doesn't matter. Isn't there another piece, maybe it's a piece of jadeite!" Zhang Jiefang said comfortingly.

"Then I'll borrow your good words from Uncle Zhang!" Yang Ming smiled, he deliberately brought up the beginning, and originally wanted to shift the topic to luck, but Zhang Jiefang didn't expect Zhang Jiefang to say it first, so as not to save him It took a lot of thought and tongue.

Yes, luck is a wonderful thing! Even now, scientists in many countries have studied "luck" as a science! Although this sounds a bit ridiculous, but you have to admit that there seems to be some kind of luck in the dark!

It's like people usually buy lottery tickets, and some people win the lottery repeatedly.

Some people never hit it once. And the person who won the lottery didn't even know why he won the lottery!

On the poker table too, there will often be a winner with a particularly smooth card. There is nothing to say about good luck from the beginning to the end!

These are things that science cannot explain. So Yang Ming wanted to start from this aspect, attribute his ability to luck. In this way, no one can do anything to him.

"Hey. Yang Ming, what's up, you lost, right? I've said it all. What good can you pick out of that pile of scraps? So many experts have picked the land, how could it be your turn!" Zhang Bin sarcastically said .

"I despise you, are you afraid that if I really drive a piece of jade, your car will be ruined?" Yang Ming cast a contemptuous look.

"En? Why is it so green?" Yang Ming deliberately pretended to be very puzzled, pointing to the corner of the jade in his hand and said.

"Let me see!" Zhang Jiefang was taken aback, and quickly took the jade in Yang Ming's hand, and after taking a look, his face was full of excitement: "Yang Ming, do you know this is jade! You actually picked up a piece of jade and came back! "

"What? Emerald?" Yang Ming also pretended to be surprised and stood up all of a sudden: "Uncle Zhang, did you read it correctly?"

"No way. How could I be mistaken! Uncle Zhang, although I am not an expert in this field, I am an expert at any rate. I can still tell the difference between jade and jade! This is definitely a piece of jade! Yang Ming. I really didn’t see it. Your luck is very good. I think it’s very lucky that the group of merchants unearthed a piece of jadeite today. I didn’t expect you to pick up two stones at random and get a piece of jadeite!” Zhang Jiefang He took the sandpaper from Yang Ming's hand and began to polish it for him.

"Dad, is this really emerald?" Zhang Bin also thought it was incredible.

"Go ahead, how can your father lie to you!" Zhang Jiefang was a little displeased: "I tell you, Yang Ming won this time, your car is ruined!"

"Ah? Anything else, Dad, didn't you let me ride a roller coaster? I was still in the sky just now, but I fell down in a blink of an eye!" Zhang Bin was a little frustrated.

"But because you are interested in jade, I will reward you with one." Zhang Jiefang said leisurely, but Zhang Bing was confused.

sweat.

"Dad, aren't you scaring people!" Zhang Bin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yang Ming, your piece of jadeite is not as good in quality as the piece from today's merchants, nor is it as big as that piece, but it can be regarded as a middle-grade jadeite. If you sell this piece of jade directly, it can sell for about 200,000 yuan." Zhang Jiefang said: "How do you want to deal with it?"

"I don't know much about the market either, Uncle Zhang, what do you think?" Yang Ming thought for a while. He still had 20,000 yuan in savings, which was enough for gambling on stones.

"I don't recommend you to sell it directly! Uncle Zhang is advising you as your elder. Of course, I am a businessman. From the perspective of a businessman, I am naturally willing to let you sell it to me." Zhang Jiefang said : "But Uncle Zhang can't do this, you are Zhang Bing's good friend, even if I make money, I can't make money from you! What I mean is, you can give me the jade, and then I will let the people in the factory process it into several pieces. If you put it in the store and sell it, you can sell it for about 800,000 yuan!"

"Then it's all up to you, Uncle Zhang, just give me half of the money you earn." Yang Ming is not greedy for money, and he will use Zhang Jiefang's channel in the future, so he can't do that shitty thing.

"Hehe, you are a junior, how can I, Zhang Jiefang, ask for your money!" Zhang Jiefang said with a smile: "If you insist on giving it, just follow other people's consignment standards and give me 10% of the handling fee! "

"But, don't you need a handling fee when you process it?" Yang Ming felt that Zhang Jiefang is not the kind of person who only cares about profit, so he gave him the jadeite with confidence.

Besides, this emerald is nothing to Yang Ming, as long as Yang Ming thinks, he can still find a lot of emeralds from thousands of rough stones.

"That's all small money, one thousand or eight hundred yuan." Zhang Jiefang waved his hand, usually only those who have no sales channels would transfer the opened jadeite, otherwise who would be so stupid! Leave the money and don't make it.

"Then I will trouble Uncle Zhang." Yang Ming thanked him.

Zhang Jiefang had already known about Yang Ming's family background from Zhang Bin, and knew that his parents were both workers, so he also wanted to take this opportunity to help Yang Ming, otherwise he would be able to make money and work for nothing! But since Yang Ming is willing to pay the handling fee, it doesn't matter.

Zhang Jiefang also regarded Yang Ming's getting a piece of jadeite as his luck, because even if he was an expert who had worked for decades, he couldn't guarantee that one of the two rough stones he took out would be jadeite! If Zhang Jiefang knew that Yang Ming had that kind of magical ability, he would have to hesitate for a while. Even if his son was Yang Ming's good buddy, he couldn't always help him with this kind of wasted work in the future!

"Uncle Zhang, can you give me a piece of the finished jade pendant?" Yang Ming asked hesitantly.

"Of course, it's yours." Zhang Jiefang smiled and said, "I'll just tell you what pattern you want to engrave!"

Yang Ming nodded, he decided to give Lan Ling a gift. I have called him n times, and I didn't even give a gift, isn't it a bit too stingy?

"Okay, Yang Ming, you just stooped and picked up 800,000 yuan!" Zhang Bin said with envy, "Do you have any secrets?"

"The secret is that no matter how strong the net is, there will still be fish that slip through." Yang Ming said with a smile, "This is a probability, haha."

"What?" Zhang Bin was taken aback.

"What Yang Ming said is also reasonable, but not all of it. In fact, it may be entirely because Yang Ming himself is lucky!" Zhang Jiefang laughed.

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Regarding the question in the previous chapter that southerners eat noodles and northeasterners eat rice. First of all, the murloc would like to declare that he is an authentic native of the north. Whether he is a murloc family member or a murloc friend, Wuchang rice is what he ate the most since he was a child. Pasta may not be eaten several times a year.

But the murlocs have been to several southern cities on business trips, such as Guangzhou, Hong Kong, and Sichuan! There are wonton noodles and beef brisket noodles all over the streets in Guangzhou and Hong Kong, and there are few restaurants with stir-fried dishes and rice. And in Sichuan, there are noodle restaurants with spicy noodles and Dandan noodles everywhere. It's hard to find authentic Northeast stir-fried rice restaurants, but the murlocs haven't dared to dip their noodles in half a year since they came back...

Maybe it was a coincidence that the murlocs went to a few places? I haven't been to other southern cities, so I don't know much about them. At least I think Cantonese and Sichuanese should love noodles, right?

As for the willingness of northerners to eat pasta, maybe everyone made a mistake. They are from the Northwest, not from the Northeast. Friends from Shandong, Shaanxi, and Gansu all like to eat pasta. People in the Northeast usually eat rice the most.

The above is purely a personal opinion, not a serious matter. The murlocs just judged according to their own understanding. I didn't expect it to cause so much controversy, haha.