Gambling on Stones: the Legend of the Caravan

Lao Guotou passed away suddenly, and eighteen-year-old Lu Zhao took over three relics: a string of old copper bells, an ancestral stone book, and a huge debt of 1,876,000. The caravan collapsed, the gang members fled in all directions, creditors came to the door one after another, and a piece of fake jadeite that had been tampered with was still lying in the warehouse. Everyone concluded that the orphan would not last more than three months. His father's last words, "Savage Mountain, we have been betrayed," became the most important secret weighing on Lu Zhao's heart. There is no system, no perspective, relying on ancestral stone craftsmanship and the century-old foundation of the Yunnan-Burmese caravan - trust, to survive in desperate situations. I bought the first piece of head covering material from the Ruili Night Market for 200 yuan, and cut it out with a knife, which was thin, waxy and full of green. The eyesight bureau, the three-knife bureau, and the secret bidding of the public market, step by step to break through; false information traps, old accounts, and the dusty murder case twenty years ago, the truth is revealed layer by layer. Bet on stones, bet on eyesight, bet on trust in trading, and bet on responsibility in trade routes. In order to pay off a mountain of debts, the young man forcefully brought the old caravan that was on the verge of destruction into a new era.