I lost all my family property on the China-Myanmar border.
>In despair, a moss-covered "ghost stone" in the corner emits a faint light.
>Everyone said it was cursed and that if you cut it open, you would suffer misfortune.
>I mortgaged my last shelter in a desperate move.
>The moment the cutting machine stopped roaring, the whole room was illuminated in imperial green.
>The crowd burst out into shock, and the old master's hands trembled: "Once in a century!"
>Before the laughter ended, the muzzle of Wang Ding, a black market businessman, was pressed against the back of my head.
>"This stone is mine now."
>I grabbed the cutting knife with my backhand and held it firmly against Jade:
> "Want to rob it? I will destroy it now!"
