Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 715 The Fiery Aunt Lisa

The Lazy Pygmy stood tall, a five–story building with an internal hollow circular structure. The lower floors, the first and second, were mostly occupied by various vendors who came and went, their presence unpredictable.

From the third floor and above, the shops became more upscale, with fixed owners.

One day, a rumor spread like wildfire; involving a young child and a stall owner betting a billion. The news quickly circulated throughout the entire market, attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.

Heads leaned out from the second floor and above, eager to catch a glimpse of the spectacle below.

Richie whispered a few words to Valentine, and after a nod of agreement, he called for a skilled stone cutter to come over.

“Cut! Cut!” The gamblers‘ eyes reddened with excitement, their anticipation soaring.

The stall owner presented a stone, and the stone cutter swiftly and decisively made the cuts, revealing the stone’s contents.

As expected, there was nothing, not even a trace of valuable jade.

“Ah, bad luck!” someone exclaimed.

“This is just the first piece, why rush? There are dozens of stones, big and small, on this stall!” another person remarked.

The stall owner said, “Exactly… Cut this one!”

He was desperate to uncover a valuable stone and claim the billion for himself.

Unbeknownst to many, the stall owner himself was a gambling enthusiast. In the world of gambling, some rose from rags to riches overnight, while others lost everything, even their lives, due to the thrill of gambling. His own experiences had led him down a path of ruin, losing his multimillion–dollar fortune, his family deserting him, and his mother passing away from the shock.

Now, with his back against the wall, he had maxed out all his cards and borrowed from loan sharks to acquire a batch of stones. He had even spent money to fake their appearance, hoping to recoup his losses.

Before coming here, he had firmly resolved not to gamble ever again.

But gamblers were like that, once they got involved, it was hard to quit. Now, the stall owner’s eyes were growing increasingly frenzied, convinced that he would surely win.

In the blink of an eye, the stone cutter had already cut four or five stones!

Without exception, all of them were worthless.

The spectators‘ blood pressure surged as they eagerly anticipated each stone, hoping for a spark of excitement. To witness the cutting of twenty or thirty stones was an exhilarating experience.

“Next!” the stall owner gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe his luck was so bad. The odds of winning with a single stone were slim, but with twenty or thirty stones, he couldn’t believe that none of them would yield anything.

Sizzle… Whir…

the onlookers reached its peak. With each stone placed on the cutting table, different. opinions emerged.

time, disappointed sighs followed, quickly replaced by

ones the stall owner had artificially created. As expected, they were all fakes, devoid

The stall owner’s eyes brimmed with hope, extremely excited. He blew on the stone.

most inconspicuous one often holds the hope of a

have something,

last second, will never

her, each person

in front

It was truly terrifying.

did you release the greedy

head, “No,

had just captured the greedy ghost and hadn’t

it now, with so many people

raw stone was

Still, there was nothing.

over the crowd, and they let out collective sighs and

owner’s face turned pale, and his legs

possible… How?” He couldn’t

stones. Even if he had manipulated and faked about half of them, there were still so

could there be nothing at

asked, “Do you have anything

had been excited at the prospect of winning a billion. But after witnessing

Lilly

said, “You lost! Pay up, one

stall owner chuckled, his eyes filled with

could he possibly have a

hollow promise, never intending to

two billion, he would

in anger, “You… you’re

shrugged, spreading his hands. “Well, what can you do to me?

Mr. Quinn, I can simply never set foot in here again, right? What can you do to

had

idiots. I only did some small business to make ends meet, You provoked me with the promise of a billion, and now I’ve cut open all these stones. You should

I have