The conference hall had become a live broadcast room. The newly opened live broadcast channel had professional cameras. A large amount of money was tipped to the channel, attracting traffic.
The best lapidarist they could get their hands on controlled the machine to cut one hundred rough stones on site.
This feeling was like someone buying one hundred lottery tickets and drawing the numbers on the spot. It was very eye- catching. Everyone could not wait to enter the live broadcast channel to watch it.
‘Coke and popcorn are ready. Please start your performance.’
'Those one hundred rough stones seem to be low-quality goods. I don't think it’s worth the time.’
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