On the last day of the Y Province public auction, I solved a piece of jadeite weighing 10 kilograms, worth 12.4 billion.
While my family revived, I was pushed to the brink of death.
My brother, who underwent a transplant surgery, stood outside the cage and kindly advised, "Ayun, you've had a tough life. Rest in peace. I will make good use of these eyes for you."
Later, I bled to death in the basement after digging out my own eyes.
When I woke up again, it was once again the last day of the Y Province public auction.
Under the hopeful gaze of my parents, I pointed to a nearby raw stone with excellent appearance but absolutely no value inside.
