Zhong Dapao asked, "Young Master Li, has this rock piqued your interest?"
Without waiting for Li Du to respond, someone who was standing aside laughed. "Judging by your accent, you're Chinese. As your fellow countryman, I feel like I should warn you not to buy this rock. The value will only dip with another cut."
Upon hearing this, Li Du turned. Earlier, the teen noted that the rock had cuts and cotton in it, which turned out to be true. Li Du was intrigued and wanted to approach him, but the crowd had washed him away. It must be fate that they've met for a second time. Li Du smiled good-naturedly. "So what do you think of this one?"
The teen pursed his lips. "You must be blind if you think this is a good one. This isn't worth a single cent!"