After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"We've finally arrived!"

After arriving in Diancheng based on the address given by Meng Yao, Ye Tian's first stop was to find someone.

That address is behind the antique street in Diancheng, on that ghost market.

During the day, it's just ordinary street stalls, but after 10 p.m., some unclear stalls start to appear.

They sell water-worn goods, fake antiques, and also those uncut stones from Myanmar.

Insiders call it "kilogram material" or "brick material." It's so cheap you have to weigh it by the kilogram, and it's all about luck—one cut to heaven, one cut to hell.

"I just arrived at the parking lot of Diancheng Antique Street and I ran into so many people gambling on stones?"

It seems the jade gambling craze is even more intense in Diancheng than in Jiangcheng; people are openly gambling on stones everywhere on the streets.

Ye Tian laughed. They have a saying here: "Make money in Diancheng, spend it in Diancheng."

Since that's the case, Ye Tian decided to take the opportunity to see if he could find any bargains along the way.

If he could find valuable stones, he could support himself in Diancheng.

Even if he hadn't found any valuable stones, he wouldn't have suffered any other losses.

Since I'm going to pass through here anyway, taking a look along the street won't hurt.

Ye Tian unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took another sip, then held the remaining half-bottle in his hand.

He walked through a brightly lit main street and turned into the relatively dimly lit old neighborhood behind it.

The smell in the air has changed; there's less car exhaust and perfume.

It contained more cheap, local spices and some old items mixed with the smell of dust and age.

The antique street night market is right in front of you.

The street was brightly lit, but the light was chaotic, with incandescent bulbs, energy-saving bulbs, and even dim light bulbs casting dappled shadows on the crowded street.

The place was bustling with noise—the sounds of bargaining, hawking, and recordings playing on a loop all mingled together, creating a somewhat chaotic atmosphere.

Antique stalls lined up one after another, selling old books, old coins, fake jade, and fake bronzes with fresh mud spots.

Of course, there's also that dark, unremarkable stone stall.

Ye Tian had a clear goal and headed straight for the stone stalls.

He glanced around briefly and chose a stall that was relatively popular and looked more legitimate.

The stall wasn't big; a dirty canvas was laid on the ground, with hundreds of stones of varying sizes piled haphazardly on it, most of them dusty and looking rather rustic.

The stall owner was a fat man in his forties with a round face, small eyes, and a protruding belly. He was holding a stone and boasting to the few onlookers who had gathered around him.

"Look at this piece! It's from an old mine, with a tight skin, even sand texture, and clear veins!"

Don't let its small size fool you, it might just be packed with high-quality green stuff inside!

Hey buddy, how about a sale? Just 20,000! It'll probably go up tenfold!

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up as he enthusiastically began his persuasion.

The middle-aged man who was called out hesitated for a long time, then waved his hand and left.

Fatty Wang wasn't annoyed. He put the stone back and continued greeting people.

Ye Tian didn't rush forward. He stood outside the stall, but secretly narrowed his eyes and activated his X-ray vision to focus on the stones.

His gaze pierced through the rough stone surface.

Carefully examine each stone to see if there is any green inside.

Ye Tian's X-ray vision quickly scanned the interior of the dozen or so stones above.

It was all grayish-white, with a grayish-white rock structure. Occasionally there were some dark impurities or cracks, but they were all worthless.

Some even have a clear network of cracks inside; such stones would be waste if cut open.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently fell on a pile of small, poorly shaped stones haphazardly stacked together in the corner of the stall.

There were dozens of "kilogram pieces" piled up there, but Fatty Wang was too lazy to hawk them. He usually sold them by weight, or as an add-on to the purchase of large stones.

One of them was only the size of a palm, and its surface was not the usual grayish-white, but covered with patches of dark green, moss-like mold.

In the jade gambling industry, this kind of blemish is often a sign of risk, meaning that there are many impurities or the base is gray, so the stone is thrown in the most inconspicuous corner and covered in dust.

Ye Tian used his X-ray vision to penetrate the layer of skin covered in scabies bit by bit.

Inside is a layer of grayish-white base stone containing impurities.

However, near the center, the halo was no longer dim.

It was a clear, uniform green color, like solidified ice spring water!

Amidst the greenery, a few wisps of even denser, aquatic-weed-like "floating flowers" drifted by.

As Ye Tian gazed upon it, it seemed to sway gently within the verdant backdrop.

The entire green light cluster was not large, but it was exceptionally complete and radiated a rich luster, completely different from the interior of any other stone he had just seen!

Icy jadeite! With floating patterns?

Ye Tian's heart skipped a beat. It seemed there were valuable items at the street stalls after all.

Ye Tian walked over to the pile of raw materials, pointed to the ugly stone with blemishes, and asked Fatty Wang, who was still trying to fool him:

"Boss, how much are these little extra stones?"

Fatty Wang glanced at the stone Ye Tian was pointing to, a piece of material covered in green blemishes and with an extremely poor appearance.

"That? That's scrap. If you want it, give me two hundred yuan and take it. Consider it my first sale."

He casually quoted a price, clearly not taking it seriously.

This kind of material is usually sold by weight, at ten or twenty yuan per piece.

Ye Tian understood that when buying things at a street stall, you still had to haggle over the price.

Otherwise, it might arouse the boss's suspicion.

Ye Tian patted his pocket: "Boss, how about a hundred? I'm just playing around."

Fatty Wang rolled his eyes: "One hundred? Young man, do you know how much my stall fee is? What can one hundred even cover?"

I only quoted you 200 because I saw you were honest. How about this, 150, not a penny less.

I'm not making a single penny off you at this price; if you don't want it, then forget it.

Fatty Wang waved his hand dismissively.

Ye Tian pretended to hesitate for a full five seconds before seemingly making up his mind: "Okay, 150 it is, I'll take it."

Ye Tian took out his phone from his pocket and scanned the QR code to make the payment.

After receiving the money, Fatty Wang tossed the ugly stone to Ye Tian: "Alright, this stone is yours now."

There are stone-cutting shops over there; go try your luck.

After saying that, he immediately turned to the next fish that might take the bait, without looking at Ye Tian again. The look in his eyes that seemed to think he was an idiot was all too clear.

Ye Tian smiled but didn't say anything. He picked up the stone and walked towards the stone-cutting shop next door.

He walked through the noisy crowd and saw a shop in the night market ahead with a small cutting machine displayed in front of it.

The sign reads "Cuiyuxuan," suggesting it's a legitimate retail and processing shop.

The shop owner was a man in his fifties wearing reading glasses, who was wiping a jade pendant.

"Boss, could you help me cut a stone?" Ye Tian placed the stone on the counter.

Boss Zhang looked up at the small piece of material covered with green blemishes, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Young man, the chances of this material yielding a profit are too slim. Are you sure you want to cut it?"

"Hmm, whatever." Ye Tian nodded, his tone calm.

"Fifty for one cut, regardless of whether anything comes out," Boss Zhang quoted, his tone somewhat discouraging.

"Okay." Ye Tian didn't haggle.

Boss Zhang didn't say anything more, took the stone, and walked to the cutting machine.

He adjusted the saw blade and clamped the stone with clamping pliers.

His movements were professional, but there was no expectation in his eyes.

He had seen this kind of scabies far too many times.

A piercing cutting sound rang out as the saw blade spun at high speed, contacting the stone's outer layer and scattering tiny sparks and white-gray stone powder.

Attracted by the sound, some people strolling around the night market slowly gathered around and started chattering.

"Oh, they have stone cutting equipment here, shall we go take a look?"

"This material looks risky; it's covered in moss, so it's almost impossible for it to turn green."

"I don't think so. There might be color under the skin."

"I think it's unlikely. This young man might have to pay tuition."

Ye Tian stood aside, listening to the cacophony of voices, his expression calm and composed.

"Sizzle!"

The piercing sound stopped abruptly.

Cutting complete.

Boss Zhang turned off the machine and used a brush to sweep away the thick layer of stone powder from the cut.

He picked up a high-powered flashlight and shone it into the cut.

The onlookers instinctively moved forward.

Then, everyone fell silent for a moment.

At the cut, the rough outer skin was broken open, revealing a clear interior that was almost suffocating.

It wasn't the grayish-white of waste, nor was it the dry, rocky base.

It was a clear, moist green, as if it could drip water, with fluffy, ethereal flowers floating in the air.

Under the light, the light can almost penetrate through it, revealing a delicate and uniform internal structure that emits a soft fluorescent glow.

"Holy crap, it's a huge find! We cut out some amazing stuff!" one onlooker exclaimed in disbelief, rubbing his eyes.