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Zhao Zhiqiang led the way, his footsteps echoing crisply on the gleaming terrazzo floor of the county guesthouse.

"Boss Su lives in the suite at the very back on the second floor, which is the room used to entertain VIPs."

Zhao Zhiqiang lowered his voice, turned his head to Lu Qingshan, and spoke with a hint of awe in his tone.

"This guy has a strange temper, but he's incredibly generous. You should play it by ear."

Lu Qingshan nodded silently, the burlap sack on his shoulder heavy, as if it weighed down an entire mountain.

The guesthouse was quiet, with red carpets lining the corridors that absorbed most of the footsteps.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the supply and marketing cooperative, this place is like another world.

Zhao Zhiqiang stopped in front of a heavy wooden door and knocked three times gently.

"Boss Su, this is Xiao Zhao. I brought a friend with me."

A slow, deliberate voice came from inside the door, carrying a hint of southern accent.

"Come in."

The door opened.

A warm breeze carrying the aroma of tea and an unfamiliar scent wafted towards me.

There was a man standing in the room, who looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old.

He was wearing a sharp, dark woolen overcoat, and his hair was styled with hair wax until it was shiny and glossy, meticulously combed.

The most eye-catching thing was the gleaming gold watch on his wrist.

The man was fiddling with a shiny metal lighter in his hand. He rubbed his thumb together, and with a "click," a flame shot up, then snapped it shut with a "snap."

He had a smile on his face, his gaze first falling on Zhao Zhiqiang, then sliding towards Lu Qingshan.

When he saw Lu Qingshan's patched old cotton-padded jacket and suede shoes, the eagerness in his eyes noticeably faded.

But the smile remained on his face, as perfect as if it had been measured with a ruler.

"Manager Zhao, who is this young man?"

"Boss Su, this is a real expert from the mountains!" Zhao Zhiqiang introduced enthusiastically, "Brother Lu Qingshan."

He turned slightly to give Lu Qingshan a little more space, then leaned closer to Su Haiming and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"These items are absolutely top-notch!"

Su Haiming's smile deepened, and he took two steps forward, extending his hand to Lu Qingshan.

"Brother Lu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

His hands were warm and dry, and his handshake was very light, the touch lasting only a moment.

"Manager Zhao, thank you for making this trip."

"Alright! Boss Su, Brother Lu, you two chat, you two chat!"

Zhao Zhiqiang understood immediately, gave Lu Qingshan a wink, and then turned and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the atmosphere in the room subtly changed.

"sit."

Su Haiming pointed to the sofa next to him, then walked to the table, picked up a purple clay teapot, and filled both cups with tea.

His movements were skillful, and his every gesture exuded an indescribable composure.

"Brother Lu, have some tea. This is Da Hong Pao tea picked directly from the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain."

He pushed a cup of tea in front of Lu Qingshan, picked up a cup for himself, and leisurely sipped the tea without mentioning the goods.

Lu Qingshan didn't serve tea. Instead, he took the burlap sack off his shoulder, placed it on the ground at his feet, and untied the sack.

Su Haiming watched his movements with a smile on his lips, and his fingers began to rhythmically twirl the pure gold lighter again.

"Click, snap."

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The first thing Lu Qingshan pulled out was the rolled-up wolf skin.

He spread the wolf skin out on the empty floor; the glossy fur gleamed under the light.

Su Haiming slowed down the speed at which he was playing with the lighter.

His gaze lingered on the wolf skin for two seconds before he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Good product, young man."

Lu Qingshan ignored his comments and took out four bear paws wrapped in oil paper from the bag.

The oiled paper was opened, revealing thick fleshy pads and sharp nails, exuding a primal sense of oppression.

Su Haiming's hand, holding the teacup, hovered in mid-air.

His smile remained unchanged, but his eyes had become fixed.

"Fresh goods..."

Lu Qingshan did not answer, but took out the small wooden box wrapped in thick cloth from the deepest part of the bag.

He placed the wooden box on the coffee table, gently pushed it over, and gestured for it to proceed.

After doing all this, Lu Qingshan leisurely picked up his tea and began to savor it.

The smile had vanished from Su Haiming's face. He reached out and slowly opened the small wooden box.

The moment the box lid was lifted.

A rich, peculiar aroma, mixed with a bitter and fishy smell, instantly filled the entire room.

The deep purple bear gallbladder lay quietly on the red cloth, like a solidified black heart.

Su Haiming's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, but he quickly suppressed it.

Su Haiming took out a small magnifying glass wrapped in velvet from his shirt pocket, bent down, and carefully examined the bear gall.

Lu Qingshan just sat there quietly, watching him.

A full five minutes passed.

Su Haiming straightened up and let out a long breath.

He carefully put away the magnifying glass, picked up the lighter on the table, turned it on with a "click," and lit a cigarette.

He let out a long sigh, a regretful expression on his face, and spoke with a heavy Guangdong accent.

"Damn, the condition is pretty good."

"What a pity, young man, you don't know the truth."

He leaned back and spread his hands.

"The market situation in the south is very bad right now; the economy is sluggish."

"This kind of thing looks valuable, but it's actually priceless and hard to sell."

"Holding it in your hands is like having a pile of dead money; it's very risky."

He spoke with such sincerity that it seemed he was genuinely worried for Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan gave a half-smile.

"What does Boss Su mean?"

Seeing that he didn't react, Su Haiming assumed that he was stunned by his words and secretly felt smug.

He held up three fingers, making a sincere gesture as if he were doing it for your own good.

"Well then, I see you're an honest person, and I like making friends with honest people the most."

"It's not easy to make a living in the mountains. I'll take a loss and help you get rid of these goods."

"I'll give you this amount."

He shook his three fingers.

"Three hundred yuan."

"I can't have any more, or I'll lose money and have to go home and sell sweet potatoes."

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Lu Qingshan's face, trying to catch even the slightest change in his emotions.

Disappointment, anger, or an eagerness to bargain.

However, there was nothing there.

Lu Qingshan's face was as calm as an ancient well, without a ripple.

He didn't even look at Su Haiming's three fingers.

He simply picked up the cup of tea on the table, which had already cooled down, brought it to his lips, and gently blew away the foam on top.

Then, he slowly took a sip.

The warm tea slid down his throat, and he put down the teacup with a soft sound.

The room fell silent once again.