As always, I set off with one bag per person, and at 11 p.m., the plane arrived at Hotan Airport. The night could not conceal the vastness of Hotan, and I couldn't help but sigh that fine jade always seems to be hidden in desolation and poverty.
After a night's rest, lying on the big bed at Zhejiang Hotel, I realized that today was Friday (Zhejiang Hotel is a place where many jade merchants stay, and Friday, of course, means the jade bazaar). Used to my work schedule, I almost forgot that Hotan was still asleep at 7:30 in the morning. Standing by the window, looking at the quiet streets under the streetlights, I suddenly had a thought: In which household in Hotan would I find the jade I'm seeking? How many people have obtained it by chance yesterday?