The supper was actually very rich, including fresh bamboo shoots and bacon, as well as the pheasant and wild boar specially sent by the village cadres. Of course, the famous Changhua tofu is indispensable. It can be said to be a authentic farm dish with a rich mountain and wild atmosphere.

But Brother Badou's appetite was a little bad, and his whole mind was focused on the bloodstone. He went into Baoshan and returned empty-handed, of course he was a little depressed.

Even so, the two cameras did not eat more than he did on their own. However, Old Man Qian was happy to see it: "Good appetite, if you are in the countryside, you will definitely be a good laborer!"

When we were sleeping at night, both cameramen didn't go home at night. Needless to say, they must have gone to taste wild game. The fat man didn't have this hobby, but it was also annoying to lie on the bed, so he simply put on his clothes and walked outside for a walk.

The red dots of cigarette butts were on the quiet mountain village road, and as they walked, the fat man suddenly remembered what Mr. Qian said during the day and couldn't help but mutter softly: "Stones are always stones - do the poor always suffer from poverty?"

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it hard: "I still don't believe this evil!"

From a distance, I saw the noise in front of me. I remember that there was an empty field during the day. The fat man had nothing to do, so he walked over. It turned out that a batch of raw stones of bloodstone just came down from the mountain, and many people were choosing. Perhaps it had been shipped back a long time ago. It was a tradition to trade at night. The lights were dim and all depended on eyesight and luck.

During the day, the fat man even heard from Mr. Qian that in the 1980s, he would put stones in sacks and tuck them in the bag. He would buy the one he liked, which one was called "Mengdui". Some were full of blood, while others were filled with waste, which would definitely make you lose all your money.

This is called "gambling".

However, driven by huge interests, people continued to go one after another. In summary, Badou Ge is also one of them, but there are only more than 200 yuan in his pocket, which is the worst one.

Unexpectedly, the transaction was actually carried out in the form of an auction. When the fat man heard the lowest price, he knew that he was not doing anything at all - the lowest one was over a thousand yuan.

The bidding for a large stone of forty or fifty kilograms on the field was very good, with a red color as big as a palm. The bright red color was more fascinating than the girl's shy cheeks in the eyes of those buyers. Moreover, the stones were very delicate, and it was probably more likely that they were frozen.

The fat man has been busy with cultural relics for several years, and he still knows common sense things. Bloodstone is generally divided into four categories: frozen ground, soft ground, hard ground, and hard ground. The first two are of the best texture and high prices. In addition, the quality of the "sand" content in it is also determined by the quality of the bloodstone.

The mineral components of Changhua bloodstone are mainly clay mineral earth-callised stones, and often contain hard quartz porcine crystals that have not been completely eroded into earth-callised stones. The hardness is much greater than that of earth-callised stones. It is called "sand-dish", which will directly affect the later carving.

This stone is very good, so the price has also risen all the way, and it soon reached 200,000. Only then did the bidding have fewer people, but there were still three or four people, who were calm and 5,100,000.

"There are so many rich people--" The fat man was shocked and finally couldn't help but lean forward. He wanted to see if hundreds of thousands of stones were worth the money.

With the experience of daytime, this time the fat man was calm and slowly penetrated into the stone. Of course, another reason is that this stone has nothing to do with him.

Looking in from the place where he saw the red, the fat man quickly frowned: the red only penetrated a few millimeters, and then disappeared. He didn't dare to look in depth, and raised his head reluctantly.

"Damn--" The fat man swallowed the word "skin" behind him. He originally wanted to say "skin-skin", but according to the rules of this industry, no matter how bad the things others brought, they could not openly pick on them.

But in this way, his voice was almost like swearing, and the fat man's voice was always high, so it seemed even more abrupt. Seeing many people in front of him turning around, the fat man had to grab the back of his head: "Damn, a stone is so valuable!"

Everyone showed contempt, especially a young man with a greasy and pink face, who also spit out a foreign word "**" in his mouth.

"Fake, your mom is a slap--" Although the fat man has been struggling at the bottom of society, he does not steal, rob, or cheat, and lives a steady life and a peaceful life, and of course his dignity cannot be trampled on.

"I'll make you look good later." The guy glared at the fat man fiercely, then shouted in front: "250,000--"

"Mr. He has a bid of 250,000 yuan, is there any higher?" The person in charge of the auction is obviously an old man, and he knows all the well-known customers.

The fat man laughed: "I'll pay you to death-"

"Brother is rich, so he likes to play like this. Can you play?" The young master raised his head, full of excitement.

This hit the fat man's sore spot, and someone else paid 260,000 yuan, and Mr. He's attention was temporarily transferred to the stone.

After another competition, the price had risen to 310,000 yuan. Mr. He had the highest bid, and everyone else had withdrawn from the competition. He turned around and glanced at the fat man with pride. His eyes were like needles, piercing the fat man's heart.

"I pay 350,000--" Brother Badou's rough voice suddenly rang.

Although the quality of this stone is good, it will be over 300,000 yuan. This is a must-have to bet that the chicken blood is densely distributed. If the coverage rate of chicken blood is less than 30%, it will definitely be a loss, so the risk is still very high. When someone called 350,000 yuan, most of them were experts on the field, and they immediately exclaimed.

"I will spend money with you today to see who has more money!" The fat man rolled up his arms and sleeves, his two little eyes were red, like an angry bull.

"400,000!" Mr. He had never met such a rough man. Although he was angry, he was still graceful and added another 50,000 in an understatement.

"You - wait, I'll go back to withdraw money now-" The fat man shouted sternly and left in a mess amid laughter.

In fact, he had long been happy: Fight with me, you are a little tender, hehe, you look down on me, I will ask you to spend 90,000 more yuan!

By the way, Brother Badou also had a side of being unprotective. He saw that Mr. He would fight him with anger. But this matter was quite risky. If He had removed the ladder, the fat man would have only 200 yuan in his pocket. Even if he sold him by pound, he would not be able to sell for hundreds of thousands of yuan. So after shouting, he stopped when he saw the opportunity.

After getting the stone, Mr. He finally found some taste: This fat man was a pauper when he saw it. Maybe he was a quarrel with me. Where did the mess come from? If you don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

He raised his fingers and immediately a strong man quietly emerged from the crowd behind him and followed the fat man in the dark night. However, he saw the fat man spend half a circle, urinating, and then wandering back. The man was not easy to do, so he could only continue to sneak on and wait for the opportunity.

After the auction of the stones on the field, the man in charge of the auction clapped his hands: "Do you want to calcify? We have machines, and this batch of goods looks good. It's free to cut for everyone."

"I want to cut." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, thin and dry. He was placed under his feet with a large stone of seventy or eighty kilograms, and he spent 180,000 yuan to shoot it.

"Brother Wang, why don't you cut this piece tomorrow?" The man in charge of the auction frowned his eyebrows.

The guest below also began to whisper: "Wang Yidao, is he going to calcify again?"

"Thirty years, Hedong, thirty years, Hexi, I think Wang Yidao was famous for his rise, but in recent years, his luck has collapsed. It is said that he has cut twenty-one pieces in a row. The previous ones are jade wool materials worth millions!"

The thin middle-aged man looked calm and unmoved at all, but opened his mouth and spit out a word: "Cut--"

The stone was carried onto the stone cutting machine by two men. Wang Yidao gestured on it, and then took the knife himself. After a harsh roar, the stone was cut off about an inch thick.

"No red--"

"It's collapsed again, this is the 22nd piece--"

Wang Yidao was also stunned, but soon he fixed the stone again and then took another stab, but this time his hand trembled slightly.

"Hey—I still haven't seen any redness—" sighs sounded.

"Who said I didn't see the red!" Wang Yidao's chest was fluttering violently, and his eyes swept to everyone were so cold that there was no emotion. Then, he lowered his head and hit the stone on the machine.
Chapter completed!