Mu Qingli nodded her head, "Just cut it open here."
"Alright," the vendor picked up the rough stone and set it on the nearby stone-cutting tool.
Seeing this scene, the crowd of onlookers continued to grow.
Witnessing the stone being cut, everyone wanted to join in on the excitement; after all, scenes like this stone gambling spectacle weren't an everyday occurrence, and only by watching more could one gain experience and pick out better stones in the future.
"Who's the buyer of this stone?"
"It's that young girl there," someone in the crowd pointed towards Mu Qingli.
"Oh, so it's a young girl! No wonder she bought this stone!"
"Young girl," a middle-aged uncle looked at Mu Qingli with teasing, "Do you know you've spent eight hundred thousand on an artificial stone? If you were my daughter, I'd definitely break your legs."