Chapter 3598 — It Must Be Fake
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"Heh, a posturing newcomer will posture to the end. To keep a straight face and cling to his dignity even now—truly, one cannot help but stand in awe!" Meng Zhou sneered, curling his lip.
What he could least abide was that airy, unruffled manner of Wei Zhao's—a posturer through and through. Of course, given the chance to show off himself, he would surely be glad enough to learn the trick; after all, it looked profound and formidable, and who did not love to play it cool?
"Hmph. To dare offend Senior Brother Meng—what ignorance of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth! Just wait and see how he cries in a moment!" Under Meng Jueming's deliberate guidance, some newcomers had already worked it out and were plainly beginning to edge toward him.
Before this, these ordinary newcomers without backing might have disliked Wei Zhao, but they would never have dared offend him so openly. After all, his performance on the very first day—dropping Meng Zhou in a single move—made plain that Wei Zhao was a hard nut indeed, and the consequences of crossing him were clearly none too pleasant.
But now, on one side lay the six or seven spirit jades of Meng Zhou and Li Zhengming, and on the other Wei Zhao's foreordained zero. With two paths so sharply divided before them, anyone who still could not choose would be a fool of the first order. To trample Wei Zhao to his face at this moment was, in Meng Jueming's eyes, a pledge of allegiance—no sense in sparing the boot, and if you delayed, you would be too late!
Since these people were all Heaven-rank adepts, they were naturally no fools. Once the first had worked it out, the rest quickly followed, each terrified of being branded an outlier by Meng Jueming, and they fell to mocking Wei Zhao with eager haste—their words growing uglier one upon another.
This pack of newcomers had no talent to speak of, but they were not altogether stupid! Meng Jueming burst into smug, hearty laughter. This was the effect he wanted! Kusheng, oh Kusheng—a worthless good-for-nothing such as you, one seen but once in ten thousand years, thinks to contend with me? Go piss in a puddle and take a good look at your own sorry, wretched self!
But before his laughter had died away, the next words from the quality inspection office left everyone struck dumb—each one like a duck with its neck wrung, faces flushing crimson, yet unable to force out a single word.
"Wei Zhao: eight pieces of good jade, seven pieces of waste jade! Twenty pieces of rubbish jade!"
Rubbish jade meant the sort that was obviously waste at a glance—the kind no other newcomer would deign to take, and which of course counted as a tribute to the senior brothers. A hundred thousand pieces before one could trade for a reward—when in the name of heaven would that ever come around? Better to offer it up to Meng Jueming than let it rot in one's own hands.
But set the rubbish jade aside—Wei Zhao's waste jade, though far fewer than Meng Zhou's and Li Zhengming's, was not the point. The point was the good jade, the thing that mattered most: he had eight pieces of it!
How could there be eight? Was that not a dead mine that could not produce a single good piece? If any newcomer could pull eight fine pieces on his first day, what sort of dead mine was that? That quality could rank above Mine No. 7! It was nearly a match for Mines No. 5 and No. 6!
"This... it must be fake, surely?" Not only Meng Zhou and the others—this time even Meng Jueming was left gaping, tongue-tied! RS