Qin Zhao was about to step forward to inquire when two men in suits approached.
"Hello, we're from Hengshun Auction House, and we'd like to buy that stone you have there. Can we talk?"
The middle-aged man, not doing so well at home, looked a bit apprehensive upon seeing them.
"Can this really be sold?"
"Let's take a look first."
The middle-aged man handed over the stone, and one of the men inspected it carefully.
Qin Zhao clearly saw excitement in the man's eyes, but he said, "It looks a bit like it, but unfortunately, it's not Wu Rui Stone. This should be Black Iron Stone; we have a lot of it."
"Black Iron Stone isn't valuable; it's of no use to us."
Hearing their words, the middle-aged man hurriedly said, "This stone feels different; it must be something good. If you want to buy it, I can sell it to you at a low price."
The two men exchanged a glance, their eyes carrying a hint of triumph.
People from Hengshun Auction House?