Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Seeing that Zhang Zhenbang was still doubtful and seemed not to believe what he said at all, Wang An thought for a moment and said with a smile:
"I wonder if Mr. Zhang has ever heard of the story of Nurhaci and the hanging sheep, or the story of Zhang Zuolin, the King of the Northeast, and the hanging sheep?"

Zhang Zhenbang slowly raised his head and said with a smile:

"Oh? Nurhaci? Zhang Zuolin? I know those two people, hehehe. What does Mr. Xiao An want to say?"

Wang An smiled faintly and said:

"It is said that before Nurhaci entered the Central Plains, he led a group of people hunting in the Changbai Mountains. Suddenly, on the summit of a very high peak in the Changbai Mountains, Nurhaci and his men saw several animals frolicking and playing, seemingly without any concern that they might fall off the mountain."

Immediately afterwards, Wang An recounted the legend of Nurhaci hunting a mutton that had been severely injured. He then accidentally ate the mutton, which was still covered in blood, and discovered that not only had his serious injuries healed, but all his hidden ailments had also been cured.

The legend of Nurhaci curing his illness by eating mutton hanging from a tree is almost a household name in Northeast China, so after Wang An finished speaking, He Liang immediately chimed in:

“Mr. Zhang, that’s true. Xiao An isn’t making things up.”

Ma Guoqiang also laughed and chimed in:
"We can't guarantee anything else, but we all know firsthand how amazing the sheep blood is."

Looking around, Ma Guoqiang chuckled and said:

"After drinking the blood of the suspended sheep, it's absolutely no problem for a man to have sex ten times a night."

Wu Dong pointed outside and said confidently:
"After taking a sip of the sheep's blood, even in this temperature outside, it feels hot just wearing a single layer of clothing, and going shirtless wouldn't be a problem."

Wang Shuai also sighed and said:

"It's not a lie at all. If you drink the blood of a high-ranking sheep, you won't feel sleepy even if you don't sleep for three days and three nights."

The four men's enthusiastic agreement immediately turned Zhang Zhenbang, who had initially been hoping to hear a joke, into a state of surprise, doubt, and skepticism.

The main reason is that such a magical thing was something that even Zhang Zhenbang, with his extensive knowledge, had never heard of before.

However, Zhang Zhenbang then asked:
"And what about Zhang Zuolin, the King of Northeast China?"

Wang An said with an air of seriousness:
"The story of Zhang Zuolin, the King of Northeast China, is well-documented. It is said that when the warlord was a gangster in his early years, he had many old injuries. But after he caught a ram in Changbai Mountain and drank its blood for several days, his old injuries never recurred and he was completely healed."

After a pause, Wang An continued:
"Legend has it that the Japanese devils plotted to kill him for two reasons. First, with the commander-in-chief around, they dared not come to Northeast China. Second, the Japanese devils also wanted to offer a sheep to their toilet king, but they could not get it. Out of jealousy, they planted the bomb."

After a pause, Wang An said in a calm tone:

"Of course, we can only say that there might be a reason for this. No one knows for sure whether it is true or not. However, I can say with certainty that the effects of soaking those two horns in alcohol are no less than those of soaking leopard bones in alcohol."

Only then did Zhang Zhenbang become completely serious.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Zhenbang smiled and agreed:
"Alright, then I'll trust you all. With this sheep's head hanging, it'll be exactly HK$50."

After Zhang Zhenbang finished speaking, Wang An immediately felt much better.

While a ram's head is indeed valuable and its horns possess extraordinary effects, it's definitely not worth 2,000 Hong Kong dollars. At the normal exchange rate, it's worth at most 600 or 700 Hong Kong dollars. Fortunately, rams are extremely rare, very difficult for ordinary hunters to obtain, and there's no market price, so no matter how much it sells for, it can't be considered expensive.

Wang An stepped forward and said with a "sincere" expression:

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. When dealing with us mountain people, you can rest assured."

To be honest, even Wang An himself didn't believe what he said, because although the people in the mountains were a bit short-sighted and didn't have many tricks up their sleeves, they were all very smart.

This point is well understood by Wang An and his associates when they acquired bear bile, bezoar, and fur.

Zhang Zhenbang laughed heartily and said:

"Okay, okay, I believe you all."

After saying that, Zhang Zhenbang took out five stacks of Hong Kong dollars from his suitcase and handed them to Wang An.

At this point, Wang An had a total of HK$950,000 in his hands. Apart from 20%, or HK$190,000, which needed to be handed over, he had a full HK$760,000 left to import motorcycle parts and production lines.

While this amount of money may not seem like much in later generations, it was a substantial sum of foreign exchange in those days, certainly enough to cover the initial startup capital of a motorcycle factory.

So whether it was Wang An, Wu Dong, or Wang Shuai, they were all very happy to see these Hong Kong dollars. The foreign exchange problem that had been troubling them for so long was finally solved.

After Wang An finished counting the money, Zhang Zhenbang suddenly took out a very exquisite gold-plated business card and handed it to Wang An, saying:
"If you hunt a leopard again in the future, or if you have any good antiques or cultural relics, you can call me. For example, ancient burial paintings and calligraphy, bronzes, gold and silver jewelry, jade and other items, our Zhang's Antique Shop can buy them."

It was obvious that Zhang Zhenbang had figured out that Wang An's porcelain pieces had been dug up from a grave, and his purpose in saying this was to acquire the other items in Wang An's possession.

After all, in ancient times, the person who could be buried with so many porcelain items must have been at least a high-ranking official or nobleman. Since porcelain was already used as a daily necessity, it was impossible for it not to include jewelry, gold and silver ornaments, and other burial items.

Therefore, it would be highly illogical for the unearthed artifacts to consist only of porcelain.

Upon hearing this, Wang An smiled slightly, neither denying nor admitting it, but instead speaking in an ambiguous manner:

"Sure, I'll definitely call Boss Zhang if I find anything good in the future."

Wang An will definitely sell some of the exquisite porcelain, antique calligraphy and paintings stored in his secret room, and selling them to Zhang Zhenbang would be a very good option.

However, the antique craze hasn't really reached its peak yet, so selling now would be a huge loss; you'd have to wait at least a few years.

Seeing that Wang An didn't immediately respond, Zhang Zhenbang chuckled and said:
"Then we'll wait for Mr. Xiao An's good news."

Turning his head, Zhang Zhenbang instructed several of his men:
"You guys, load all of this onto the truck."

When Wang An and his team brought these porcelain pieces back from the mountains, they padded the boxes with soft Ula grass between the porcelain pieces and the inside, so there was no need to worry about bumps during transport. (End of Chapter)