Strongest Guard

In Lee Nanfang's impression, Zi Fann is a "valley", neither of them is too spacious, and the nature of "ditch" is similar.    

    

But after he came to the Gray Valley, he realized that his idea was extremely wrong.    

    

Could this really be called a valley?    

    

It should be called the Plains!    

    

From where David had parked the car, whether it was to the left or right, Lee Nanfang was galloping in a straight line at full speed. He estimated that he would need at least half an hour to reach the foot of the mountain.    

    

Looking around, he could see mountains of stones everywhere. The biggest was not inferior to the fake mountains, while the smallest was just like a soccer ball. On every rock, there were red paint prices.    

    

On Gray Valley side, there were only three types of currency used to purchase and sell ores. The first was the ever-winning US dollar, the second was the increasingly poor euro and the third was, of course, the flourishing Chinese currency.    

    

With his good eyesight, Lee Nanfang scanned the big rocks around them and found that the biggest rock might not be the highest price. Instead, those tabletop shaped ores were worth hundreds of thousands of Chinese dollars at any time.    

    

"Those large ores are basically freshly picked by the seller and have not been cut roughly yet. That was to say, they were not completely sure that there would be jade in the ore. Being able to be transported here is a recommendation from a professional miner. "    

    

Seeing that Lee Nanfang seemed to have understood six of the stones, the smart David immediately acted as the commentator and explained in detail after handing Lee Nanfang a bottle of mineral water.    

    

Mining masters were professionals who specialized in teaching mining workers how to pick rocks. If they didn't want to do anything, they would carry cigarettes and walk around the mining area with their hands behind their back. When they found out that jade was hidden somewhere, they would draw a circle with chalk and let the miners follow the map.    

    

However, their salaries were quite high. In the cities of developed countries, they could afford to stay in villas, drive luxury cars, and buy beauties.    

    

Whether the owner of the rock shop could make a fortune depended on the skill of the mining master.    

    

A good miner would not sign a long-term contract with a certain boss.    

    

The moment he decided that the rock would contain a sky-high price for the Vitreous Species, his status and worth would be immediately multiplied. Many Stone Selling Masters would come and fight for him, that was the qualifications he had.    

    

In Gray Valley, other than mining masters, Slicer was the only one who enjoyed the most.    

    

The good Slicer, when cutting the ore, no matter from what angle, would not cut the jade inside the bag.    

    

Every family that sold stones would receive an outstanding Slicer. They would be responsible for carefully cutting the huge piece of ore they brought over into the "Dew Jade" realm, and then, they would stop.    

    

The so-called jade dew, is the cut stone, the texture will appear in the color of jade.    

    

However, if they continued to cut inwards, then would there really be an existence of jadeite? And what kind of jadeite was that? It all depended on the Stone Master's luck.    

    

If he was lucky, he would be able to cut out a sky-high price jadeite with a single slash.    

    

Bad luck — well, it's such a good day, and the unpleasant things are burying the mood.    

    

In short, the most outstanding Slicer would do their utmost to expose the jade color of the ore. This way, the ore would be more attractive and the price would be higher.    

    

Other than the fragrant miners and Slicer s, there were also carvers, porters and other workers in the Gray Valley.    

    

The porters were responsible for helping the rock gamblers move the ore to the cutting machine. After that, they would clean up the rubbish. Their pay was only slightly higher than that of the miners who had been contracted out by the brave men.    

    

As the name implied, after the Stonecutter cut out the jade, no matter what object he wanted to carve, he would be able to create a three-dimensional image with his computer in the shortest amount of time, and then use fully automatic, advanced carving machinery. Just like how a sewing machine made clothes, they could very quickly carve all kinds of things according to the customer's instructions.    

    

These sculptors were the group with the highest level of education within the Gray Valley. They had to know 3D design and play with computers, right?    

    

However, within the group of sculptors, there were existences that had a higher salary than the miners. Those were the artisans that carved objects by hand. Most of them were old men in their sixties, holding hammers, chisels, and wearing reading glasses.    

    

David said: "Many people believe that jade is spiritual. In the process of carving the jade, the hand sculptor would pour in his life force. On the contrary, objects carved by machines, no matter how beautiful they look, are cold and lifeless and require nurturing. "    

    

"Therefore, good jade still needs the hands of these old sculptors to be polished. However, it would take more than ten days, or even several months. Legend has it that the wife of an important figure in Myanmar once produced a top quality Vitreous Species in the Gray Valley and created an emerald cabbage. It took her two years. "    

    

As David spoke, he gave a seemingly casual smile, "Of course, the jade plate that I gave you is a handicraft from the machine. If I hadn't been so impatient, I would have gone to the old sculptor. "    

    

Lee Nanfang had already given the jade token to Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

Therefore, he didn't really care whether it was carved by hand or not.    

    

"Boss Lee, don't look at the arrangement of the rocks here. It's very messy. So many Stone Gamblers were also looking around. Actually, the closer they got to the entrance of the valley, the lower the chances of them having any of the best quality jades. The one with the highest chance of winning is in the middle. "    

    

After listening to David's explanation, Lee Nanfang finally understood why the car did not stop after arriving at Gray Valley. Instead, the car kept driving forward.    

    

It turned out the ores outside were not worthy of Mr. David's attention.    

    

Di, di, di.    

    

Sitting at the back of the Hummer with David with his arm on the window, Lee Nanfang stuck his head out and looked to the right. After hearing the honk from the driver, he instinctively looked forward.    

    

He saw two women holding hands, accompanied by two men who looked like dogs, Leg Model, crossing the street, looking around as they were chatting happily. After hearing the ear-piercing horn, the woman wearing a black hat immediately got annoyed and turned around to scold, "F * ck, what are you shouting about?"    

    

Your head, where did we not meet in life?    

    

Seeing this woman, Lee Nanfang felt this regret for the second time in the same day.    

    

This arrogant woman who thought that if she was accompanied by her local friends and accompanied by two security guards, she could do whatever she wanted in the country. She was none other than the Lian Mei who called Lee Nanfang poor.    

    

The security of Gray Valley was very good, and every few dozen meters, a police officer would appear.    

    

After all, the daily turnover here was a large amount of money that ordinary people could not even begin to imagine. The Myanmar authorities, of course, would have to send heavy soldiers to take care of this area's security.    

    

These police officers were powerful enough to intimidate normal tourists. However, for someone like David, whose hands would itch after not killing for three days, it was just the ears of a deaf person.    

    

You blocked the boss's car, and you only need to sound the horn to get out of the way. It's already good enough that you didn't directly crash into it, yet you still f * cking dare to scold people. You're really tired of living!    

    

The driver immediately covered his ears with his left hand and said something into the Bluetooth beeper.    

    

Immediately, the four bodyguards in black suits in the back opened the door and got out of the car. They completely ran towards the car, not caring if the other party was a man or a woman.    

    

Bang! Sister Lian was slapped so hard that she spun around on the spot. Her hat flew, and her phone dropped. She landed on a rock, causing the screen to shatter.    

    

When she turned back to scold the f * cking mud horses, Sister Liang had already seen what car had driven them away.    

    

The Hummer, f * * k!    

    

Although a Hummer was not a very high-end car, no matter who it was, they could afford it. However, the key point was that in Myanmar, where the roads were narrow, the roads were narrow, and the tricycles were the main means of transportation, only those who had reached the boiling point would buy this kind of car and place it in the garage to watch and enjoy it.    

    

Sister Liang dared to swear that there wouldn't be more than 30 Humvees in the whole of Myanmar.    

    

Now that there were two of them in Gray Valley, even a fool would know that the ones who came here were either rich or noble, and they weren't people a little tycoon like her could afford to offend.    

    

On the other hand, Sister Lian who came from Huaxia, would not care about a horse. There were a lot of people at Jinmen, so of course she would not think too much about it.    

    

Sister Lian was cursing so quickly that Sister Liang didn't even have the time to stop her.    

    

Seeing that there were four suits that were about to pounce on her and slap her until she spun in circles, not only did she not feel that anything was wrong, she instead thought that this was normal — Hurry up and apologize, you really can't afford to offend me.    

    

However, the thing that made Sister Liang curse was that after being slapped so fiercely, Sister Lian, who was used to being self-centered, didn't even bother about the golden stars in front of her eyes and instead shouted in a shrill voice, "Damn it, you dare to hit me!?" You know who I am -- "    

    

Before he could finish his words, Sister Lian's face, which had turned red from anger, suddenly turned as white as a sheet of paper.    

    

The cold barrel of the gun pressed against his forehead always brought about an excellent effect of calmness.    

    

Not only her, even Sister Liang's two security guards who came with her had a gun pointed at their foreheads.    

    

Everyone who had noticed them could tell from the cold eyes of the four men that if they dared to resist, their brains would immediately explode.    

    

The police officers maintaining law and order also saw this scene.    

    

But no one came. They just hid as far away as they could.    

    

There was no helping it, every year there would always be a few important figures that the police boss repeatedly told them not to provoke, and the owner of these two Humvees with special plates was one of them.    

    

Some women would only realize that she wasn't that awesome after the gun was pointed at their heads. The truly awesome people wanted to kill her in public. Don't bother too much.    

    

Without a doubt, Sister Lian was such a person. Even when faced with the insolence of the American agents, she was so determined to resist. But now, she did not even dare to fart, only her teeth chattering as she looked at him with begging fear in her eyes.    

    

Just when she thought she would hear the sound of a gunshot the next moment, she heard a lazy voice from the Hummer: "Never mind."    

    

She pointed the gun at the black suit on her forehead. When she looked back, she heard her boss yell angrily: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Lee said?"    

    

"Yes."    

    

The man in the black suit was so scared that he trembled. He hurriedly put on his pistol and walked to the front of the car. He bowed and apologized to Lee Nanfang, asking for forgiveness in a low voice.    

    

Sister Lian saw the ferocious looking black suit turn into a pug in the blink of an eye. She looked over slowly, but when she saw Lee Nanfang, her mouth twitched.