Chapter 710 - 335: Mysterious Buyer! (Part 3)

Chapter 710: Chapter 335: Mysterious Buyer! (Part 3)

The dark-skinned man also put away his fierce look, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying, bowed and nodded as he approached, "Uncle Ghost, tough journey."

The old farmer known as Uncle Ghost swept his cloudy eyes over them without saying a word and walked straight to the pile of bloody goods.

He squatted down, like a picky buyer selecting cabbages at the market.

The dark-skinned man flattered beside him, his voice deliberately lowered, as if boasting of his achievements, "Uncle Ghost, look, all top-notch goods."

"This clouded leopard skin, freshly skinned less than three days ago, not a scratch on it. Just this piece, those bosses on the black market wouldn’t even think about it without twenty thousand!"

Uncle Ghost ignored his boasting, only pinching the fur with his rough fingers, then in a tone devoid of any emotion, he began his on-the-spot valuation.

"The skin is indeed good, no damage. Market price is twenty thousand, I’ll estimate it at eighteen thousand."

The dark-skinned man moved to the pile of bear paws: "Ten bear paws, all chopped from first-rate adult black bears, plump and thick!"

Uncle Ghost nudged them with his toe: "The appearance is okay, three thousand a pair, I’ll round it up for you, sixteen thousand."

Next were the bear gall bladders: "And these five bear galls, all processed with the old method, just this batch of bear goods, you can’t take them for less than eighty thousand!"

The dark-skinned man’s voice was filled with greedy excitement, trying to raise the price.

Uncle Ghost snorted coldly, seemingly chastising his false report: "Eighty thousand? Which fool are you selling to? These five galls, the market tops at a bit over sixty thousand. I’ll give you fifty-five thousand, real price."

The dark-skinned man’s face slightly froze, but soon he regained his smile.

Uncle Ghost moved again to the eight pangolin carcasses, whose scales had been plucked clean, and spoke coldly: "The meat is good stuff, just a bit light, doesn’t weigh down."

"Hehe, these eight can add up to a good few thousand!" The dark-skinned man laughed dryly.

"Forty thousand." Uncle Ghost succinctly gave the final price.

Finally, Uncle Ghost’s gaze fell on the cage made of wire.

This time, Uncle Ghost stared at the cub for a full half-minute, a trace of imperceptible glimmer seeming to pass in his cloudy eyes.

He knew this fragile little creature before him was worth far more than that heap of dead goods worth ninety-three thousand.

This thing was a living token, a genuine luxury for those top-tier rich people to splurge for the sake of competition.

He didn’t immediately appraise the cub, but slowly nodded, raising his eyelids, his cloudy gaze like two awls, fixing on the face of the dark-skinned man.

"The stuff is okay, I’ll give you one hundred thirty thousand, no bargaining. The total for this batch is two hundred twenty-three thousand."

"Two hundred twenty-three thousand!" The faces of the dark-skinned man and his three accomplices behind him instantaneously revealed uncontrollable joy. The extra one hundred thirty thousand was almost free money!

"No problem, Uncle Ghost! Whatever you say goes!" The dark-skinned man rubbed his hands excitedly, so overjoyed that he forgot himself, even his mouth was uncontrolled.

"This little creature was pure luck! There were a few newborn black bear cubs in the woods, but unfortunately, they’re worthless, so I just gave them to my dogs to be gall-trained."

He spoke lightly, as if telling an insignificant story.

However, hearing this, Uncle Ghost’s previously emotionless face instantly darkened, showing unabashed disdain and disgust.

He slowly straightened up, stared at the dark-skinned man, and said word by word: "Sun Changji, your father was also a good hunter in the mountains back then."

"The Sun family’s ancestral rules: don’t kill the pregnant, don’t hit those with cubs, you don’t care at all anymore."

Being addressed by his full name, the smile on the face of the dark-skinned man Sun Changji instantly froze.

Uncle Ghost’s voice remained hoarse, but carried a bone-chilling coldness: "Money is a good thing, but some money, when earned, shortens your lifespan. Such heartless acts, do them less."

He scrutinized Sun Changji up and down, his tone changing, seemingly casual but piercing with each word.

"You’re over forty this year, right? I heard you’ve changed over a dozen women beside you, how come not one could give you children? You should think about it."

This sentence, like a heavy hammer, hit hard on Sun Changji’s heart. His face turned red to white, then white to green, and his clenched fist trembled slightly from force.

Uncle Ghost’s words accurately hit the most secret pain in Sun Changji’s heart! He’s over forty and still has no son.

Sun Changji wanted to shoot this old man in anger! But under those eyes that seemed able to pierce through everything, he dared not move at all.

He could only swallow all his humiliation and resentment hard into his stomach.

"Uncle Ghost is right, but I’m just doing it for money..." In the end, Sun Changji squeezed out these words between his teeth, as if justifying himself, yet also bowing to Uncle Ghost’s authority.

Uncle Ghost snorted coldly, not looking at him again, as if feeling dirty with even a glance.

After saying this, he turned and walked to his tricycle, took out a black plastic bag from under the seat, and casually tossed it to Sun Changji.

The plastic bag looked unremarkable, but the short-haired young man beside Sun Changji, as if receiving a holy decree, dashed forward and caught it securely with both hands.

The young man eagerly opened the bag, took out a money detector, and started checking bills, his greedy appearance just like Sun Changji’s earlier.

Whereas Sun Changji himself stood there, face uncertain, the earlier joy already washed away completely by the humiliation and chill brought by Uncle Ghost’s words.

The dark-skinned man, meanwhile, wore a fawning smile as he flattered Uncle Ghost: "Uncle Ghost is indeed Uncle Ghost! Fair pricing! Not like others, who are slow and black-hearted. In the future, if there’s goods, I’ll definitely come to you first!"

"Cut the crap." Uncle Ghost’s hoarse voice was not loud, but the dark-skinned man shut up immediately, "Boss Wang’s goods haven’t been checked yet."

At these words, Boss Wang, who had always maintained a gentle demeanor, assumed a solemn look.

He signaled to his subordinate with a glance, and a subordinate immediately and cautiously took out something wrapped in a thick felt cloth from the all-terrain vehicle’s storage box.

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