King of Gamblers: Growing from a Student to a Jade King

Does everyone know what gambling stones are? The so-called "gambling on jade" refers to betting with raw jadeite. You cut open a piece of jade rough, and if there is high-quality jade inside, you win the bet; if not, you lose! Gambling on raw stones is a lucrative industry, but the risks are also significant. The rough jadeite is sold at high prices, often reaching hundreds of thousands, and in heavier cases, even billions. Many people risk everything they have to gamble on it; if they win, their worth can multiply tenfold "One cut makes you poor, one cut makes you rich, one cut reveals the burlap." This saying refers to gambling on stones! This is no joke; it's something I've experienced firsthand. My dad is a prime example—a bloody lesson. My dad's name is Zhao Zhong, and he drives for a boss. His boss, who used to be wealthy, enjoys gambling on stones and is a really nice person. Once, he planned a trip to Ruili and took our whole family along, saying it was a business trip for public funds, Originally, we were just here to travel, but Boss Zeng said that if we didn't gamble on stones in Ruili, it would be like not coming at all. So he took us to the street in Jie'gao to gamble on stones. My dad also likes to gamble on stones, but only for research; he doesn't dare to really bet because he has no money! Boss Zeng went to a familiar shop, and the owner, Old Niu, let him pick a stone. Old Niu then brought the stone he had prepared for cutting to Boss Zeng. My dad was looking at that stone nearby and even analyzed it for me. He said this stone has a lot of potential for gambling; if it's planted well, the python vein is very strong, and the color is likely to be absorbed. Once it goes in, it's a sure profit. When it comes to gambling on jadeite, you first bet on the type, and then on the mining site. The mining site refers to the various areas in Myanmar where jadeite rough is extracted. Each area produces different qualities of jadeite; some are good, while others are not. Therefore, you need Boss Zeng bought this stone for twenty thousand yuan, and the old cow immediately accompanied him to cut the stone. The result was a full green, something no one expected. It was a huge surprise at the time. Full green means that the stone is completely green, and its value has skyrocketed. Right on the spot, someone offered two million to buy it. Watching from the sidelines with my dad was truly heart-wrenching. That stone worth twenty thousand skyrocketed to two million. Besides feeling jealous, we couldn't help but wish that stone was ours. After a series of price hikes and negotiations, it was finally settled at three million. Boss Zeng was over the moon; he never expected money to be this easy to make. This was not only unexpected for Boss Zeng, but also for my dad and me. We both watched as twenty thousand turned into three million, and that kind of thrill nearly drove us both crazy. After returning home, my dad went crazy; he insisted on selling the house and then going to Ruili to take a gamble. My mom was firmly opposed, but I felt very tempted because for someone like Boss Zeng, who knows nothing about gambling stones, just cutting a piece could earn three million. So, against the opposition of the whole family, we sold and mortgaged our house to go to Ruili. My dad and I went with complete confidence. Once we arrived in Ruili, we still went to the shop that Boss Zeng took us to. That old cow recognized us and wanted to recommend a piece of raw stone to us. My dad immediately agreed because this old cow recommended a piece of stone to Boss Zeng last time, and it sold for three million in one go. This old cow took a stone out of the safe and placed it on the table. My dad and I both looked at it; it was dark and shiny.I can tell at a glance that it's black wool. However, this stone has a "window," which is a cut made with a grinder that reveals the flesh inside. My dad has his eye on this window; he said the color inside the window is purple, and it’s very likely a variety of violet. If the material weighs about ten kilograms and is full, it could be worth over ten million. My dad wanted to buy this raw stone on the spot, but the old man was asking for 650,000. We didn't have that much money, so later my dad found Boss Zeng to guarantee it, and right then, he secured the deal for the stone. After the transaction ended, the old bull said that he had to go to Myanmar to get materials, so he couldn't cut the stone for us. My dad and I then left the shop and went to the public bank, which is a place specifically for helping gamblers cut stones, and we found a master stone cutter My dad showed the stone to someone, but the master who cuts stones immediately said, "I can't cut this piece because it has a ghost." After my dad and I listened to it, we immediately felt a dark cloud hanging over us. However, my dad was still not convinced and insisted on cutting it open to take a look. He said, "The material is black and sandy, and it has an opening; how could it possibly be wrong?""I've been studying for so many years, I shouldn't be wrong." The master who cuts stones saw that my father was still not giving up, so he pointed out a clear path for him. He said, "If the stone is real, then what you say is certainly correct. However, this is a fake, made from a material imitating violet, and the part that My dad listened and felt something was off. The master who cuts the stones got angry and took the stone, pulling it apart a few times. My dad and I were stunned to see that the stone was actually split into three parts. These three layers, when combined with glue, were truly perfect. The first My dad looked at the material and just sat down on the ground. We sold our house to gamble on this. He was silent for a long time, then said to me, "I didn't make a mistake in my research; it's not that I don't understand, but the material is fake." I looked at my dad's sad and desperate expression, so I took him back to the hotel, comforting him as we walked. I told him that his research was right, we were just deceived, and to not think too much about it because we still had a chance. After my dad said that, he didn't speak again. We stayed at the hotel for a night, and just before dawn, my dad woke me up and said he was hungry, asking me to go out and buy him something to eat. Still half-asleep, I got up to get him food. As I looked at his very sincere eyes and smiled at him, teasing that he was petty, but I really didn't expect that this smile would be the last connection between us. After I came back with my meal and opened the door, I saw a person hanging from the ceiling fan. My heart sank into despair. It's my dad. He was just hanging up there all alone... "One knife makes you poor, another makes you rich, and one knife cuts through burlap" is truly accurate. When Boss Zeng made his cut, it was three million; when my dad and I made our cut, we lost everything. My father even lost his life. My father's funeral cost tens of thousands, all funded by borrowed money. My father's death didn't elicit any sympathy from relatives; they all said he deserved it, and we accepted that. But there is one thing that makes me particularly uncomfortable: our house is mortgaged to the bank, and as long as we don't reach the repayment deadline, my mom and I can still live here. However, my dad had borrowed three hundred thousand with Boss Zeng as a guarantor. After my dad passed away, Boss Zeng came knocking on our door, insisting that we repay the money. I asked him to give us a few more days, but he refused, saying that since my dad had died He insisted that we sell the house to cash out for him, and he even brought along a lawyer and a bank representative. My father hadn't even been gone for seven days when he came knocking on our door demanding repayment. They forced us to change the name on the property deed to Mr. Zeng. Just I used to think that Boss Zeng was a pretty good person, but as time goes by, you really get to know someone's true character. I've finally seen through this person. However, I still want to have a place to stay with my mom. I hope Mr. Zeng won't kick us out just yet. If he doesn't listen, I'll go talk to his daughter. Mr. Zeng's daughter is named Zeng Hong, and we are in the same department. In the I found Zeng Hong in her department. Zeng Hong is a very beautiful girl, with a slender figure and a tall stature. Her skin is a bit dark, which is a characteristic of local girls from Ruili, but this in no way detracts from her beauty. I met Zeng Hong, and she was very polite. She expressed sympathy for my father's death. I said to her, if you truly sympathize with me, then have your dad not rush us to leave; let us stay at home for a while. Once I earn some money, I will definitely pay I feel particularly happy and grateful for Zeng Hong; I think she is different from her father. Once this matter is settled, I plan to look for a part-time job. Ruili is a tourist city with a lot of restaurants, and I found a job as a food runner at the largest folk restaurant, Mengmao Banquet. At noon, there was a table full of dishes that I brought out. Coincidentally, I ran into Zeng Hong, who was eating there. After I served the dishes, I said, "Zeng Hong, later say I'm your friend, and you can get a 20% discount." Zeng Hong smiled slightly but didn't say anything. I noticed she had friends around, so it might have been awkward, and I decided to leave. However, just as I stepped out the door, I heard a woman ask, "Zeng Hong, who is that? Do you know them?""I didn't expect you to have such a wide circle of friends; even the food runners know you..." This statement made me very uncomfortable; even a fool could understand what it means. However, what Zeng Hong said made me feel even worse. "He's not a friend; he's the son of my dad's driver. In the past, his dad used the company car for personal use, and whenever he picked me up, he had to bring him along. Can you imagine how awkward it was to sit in the same car and not talk? Now that Zeng Hong's words felt like a knife to my heart. I thought we were friends, but I never expected her to think of me this way. I walked away holding back tears, but I don't feel ashamed inside. It doesn't matter if you look down on me; I respect myself. One day,