An Ning followed the three of them to the backyard.
The backyard wasn't as large as the front, but there were several small rooms here. Some doors were open, others were closed.
An Ning glanced toward a room with an open door. Inside, a person sat on a stool in front of a whirring electric machine.
Beneath the machine was a raw stone, its outer layer being slowly ground away.
This step was called stone cutting.
"How do you want to do the cutting?"
"Private."
The female con artist answered the young attendant, and he led them into the room at the very end.
After the four of them went inside, the door to the room was closed.
A private cut meant only their own people would know; it wasn't for outsiders to see.
'The scam must be starting now,' An Ning guessed.
'The young attendant who just asked the question, this stone-cutting master in the room, and the trio of scammers must all be in cahoots.'
