Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Old Man Wells blurted in honesty. “Were you serious about purchasing a stone worth tens of millions? Miss Jackson, if I’m being honest, it has been five to six years since we’ve last produced such a precious piece of stone here!” Sigh, if it weren’t for Young Master Moss and Young Master Mason, I would have reprimanded her and told her to be more restrained when she speaks. Otherwise, it’ll be embarrassing for her if things go south.

During those few years when Janet was in Markovia, stall owners would stop operating the moment they saw at the stone-betting market. They used to act as if she was the plague and would be frightened to the point where they would close their shops for three consecutive days.

As a result, she was bewildered by those incidents for ages. Today was a rare chance for her, so she figured that it would be a shame not to earn a handsome sum from stone-gambling.

“Miss Jackson, it is undeniable that you did well by spending only 5000 over a stone worth millions. However, it is impossible to be lucky every time you bet on a stone. If you are interested in stone-gambling, I’ll teach you today and take you around to broaden your horizon.” He waited patiently at the side for her response.

Henry smirked slightly as he joked, “Who knows Miss Janet might be super lucky today?”

“Young Master Moss, this is not a joke to be taken lightly. Stone-betting involves a certain kind of mentality. Therefore, the higher your expectations, the more disappointed you’d be.”

Old Man Wells was worried that Janet might waste a lot of money to purchase useless stone materials while thinking that she was on a roll.

She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks while she was walking around. Then, she approached a small stall and picked up a black stone. “Old Man Well, why don’t you have a look at this? How about this one?”

Henry took the lead gloatingly and took away the stone from Janet’s hand. He shook his head while commenting, “Miss Janet, this isn’t a good material. It’s pitch-black as if it’s from the coal mines.”

Upon hearing that, Mason frowned slightly as well.

Old Man Wells switched on his small torchlight to examine the stone. Soon, he was shaking his head while explaining, “This is too black; there can’t be anything promising inside.”

The two of them denied her findings, but she had already taken a fancy on the stone. “Sir, I want this. How much is this?”

“100,000,” the stall owner answered with a happy grin.

“Miss Jackson, it’s not worth it if it’s 100,000.” Old Man Wells kept shaking his head.

The stall owner was unhappy when he heard that, so he refuted Old Man Wells, “Do you have any knowledge about stone-gambling at all? This is a good piece of material, without a doubt. Just look at its texture; I am sure you will not suffer a loss, young lady.”

“Yeah,” Janet mumbled while smiling faintly.

Old Man Wells noticed that she was ready to purchase the stone, so he dragged her to the side abruptly. “Miss Jackson, please listen to my advice. Don’t buy this stone.”

“Huh?” she asked quietly.

“Young Master Moss and Young Master Mason are right in front of us. I must not let you suffer any losses! That is why you have to listen to me.”

“But I like it.”

He was about to advise further, but Mason stopped him just in time. “Old Man Wells, it’s fine as long as she likes it.”

He had nothing to add since Mason had made his stance clear. Miss Jackson is just like any common gambler. She is buying stones like a maniac after her first win. It’s true that greed will cause tragedy.

Anyone with some basic knowledge would be able to tell that this material, which costs 100,000, will end up as a white elephant. It would be useless and no expert would ever touch it with a ten-foot pole.

Upon selling off the useless stone, the stall owner asked while chuckling gleefully, “May I know whether you’d like to slice the stone here or would you like to take it home to do it yourself?”

“Let’s get it done here.” It’s such a heavy piece of rock. I’m sure it’ll be extremely troublesome to take it home.

The stall owner had a nice attitude and he seemed experienced and skilled with his movements. Upon making the first cut, he attracted other stall owners and clients too.

“Mr. Dickson, did you finally sell off that useless piece of stone?”

“I wonder who that fool is. That’s a completely useless piece of rock. Mr. Dickson brought it home before to place it in his fish pond, but his tortoise wouldn’t even climb on top of it.”

“I heard that it was sold off for 100,000 and the client did not even negotiate.”

“Oh, my God! Who is that foolish person?”

“You can’t be sure; it might be great material!”

“What do you mean that it might be good material? It would have been sold off long ago if it’s worth something.”

The stall owner sliced through the middle of the rock with experienced ease.

Old Man Wells shook his head. “Miss Jackson is so stubborn. 100,000 is now gone with just one cut.” Even if she possesses tens of millions in assets, this is not the way to waste it. She has already spent 100,000 in the blink of an eye; it means that she might easily spend millions later if she’s in the mood!

The crowd was buzzing with anticipation with the folks being involved in a constant discussion over the situation.