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Su Haiming's smile faded slightly as he leaned back on the sofa, the pure gold lighter between his fingers no longer opening or closing.

The young man from the mountains in front of me was so calm.

He had seen too many people who, under the dual pressure of money and aura, either panicked or appeared fierce but were actually weak.

But the person in front of me was like a rock deep in the mountains, completely unyielding.

"Young man, three hundred yuan is quite a lot."

Su Haiming decided to add fuel to the fire.

"These things are worth at most this price in this area. Once you miss this opportunity, you won't find another one like it."

"Even if you carry it out, no one will dare to buy it, and even if they do, they won't pay this price."

He stopped there after saying that.

He believed that as long as the young man wasn't stupid, he should know how to choose.

Lu Qingshan finally made a move.

He picked up the cup of tea, which had gone cold, and slowly took another sip.

Looking at Boss Su's seemingly amiable but actually shrewd and scrutinizing smile, Lu Qingshan sneered inwardly.

This guy surnamed Su probably thought he was some country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and that he could easily swindle this treasure from him by throwing a few hundred yuan at him.

But Boss Su never dreamed that Lu Qingshan, sitting in front of him, had memories of a lifetime in his mind.

In my past life, those old hunters in the mountains worked together to get a bear, and the final sale price was a full three thousand yuan.

Not only that, he even knew where it ended up: the bear gallbladder was first spotted by a foreign businessman who quoted an export price of 3,500 yuan, and after changing hands several times, it was finally bought by a Hong Kong businessman for a sky-high price of 4,000 yuan in a private transaction on the Guangkou black market. And that was just the bear gallbladder.

Information asymmetry is the most profitable weapon. And now, this weapon is in Lu Qingshan's hands.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Lu Qingshan looked up, his gaze calmly landing on Boss Su's face.

"Boss Su."

Lu Qingshan spoke, but his voice was soft and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"This spring, on the black market in Guangkou, a dried, top-quality bear bile sold for 3,500 yuan."

Su Haiming's heart skipped a beat. He shook his head helplessly and waved his hand.

"Oh dear, that's all just rumors! Every day things are being hyped up to exorbitant prices, but what's the reality? It's all just hype." He slowly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spoke with an air of unwavering certainty.

"Those of us who buy and sell goods at the stalls every day know the real market situation best. You, just listen and don't take it too seriously."

The lighter at my fingertips started clicking and snapping open again.

His voice still carried a southern accent, but it sounded a little strained.

"In places like the black market, it's all a mix of truth and falsehood. How could a country bumpkin like you possibly tell the difference?"

Lu Qingshan didn't respond, but instead extended a finger and gently tapped the wooden box on the table.

"Mine is fresh gallbladder. It was just taken from a 600-pound bear king."

He then pointed to the four bear paws.

"This is also fresh."

"This product is several levels better than the dried goods you mentioned."

Su Haiming's breath hitched slightly.

Lu Qingshan raised his head slightly: "Boss Su, you are the big boss."

"I've heard that if this thing falls into the hands of an ordinary person, it's definitely a dead stock that they're stuck with. But if it goes through your hands, Boss Su... through the Guangkou black market, it won't even show up in the mainland."

Su Haiming's hand, which was turning the lighter, suddenly stopped.

His eye twitched almost imperceptibly, then he burst into laughter, trying to lighten the suddenly chilly atmosphere.

"Brother Lu, you've gone too far with this joke. What do you mean, 'get it done in another place'? I'm just an honest businessman, how could I possibly have such connections?"

"Honest business people really can't go that far."

Lu Qingshan's voice lowered: "But what if... after passing Guangkou, this batch of goods goes directly south to the port city?"

Su Haiming's smile froze instantly.

He slowly withdrew his body from the table, leaned back, widening the distance between them, and his voice turned cold.

"Brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Do you even know what kind of place Hong Kong is?"

Lu Qingshan stared intently into Su Haiming's eyes, not taking a single step back, meeting the other's scrutinizing gaze head-on.

For a moment, only the crackling sound of burning charcoal filled the room.

Su Haiming stared intently at the young man in front of him, trying to find a trace of panic, a blink, or any flaw in his bluff on that young and immature face.

However, Lu Qingshan remained as unmoved as a stubborn rock.

"Who...who did you hear all this nonsense from?" Su Haiming gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them, carrying a hint of bluster but a hint of cowardice in his threat. "These days, spreading rumors can land you in jail."

"Whether I'm spreading rumors or not, Boss Su knows best."

Lu Qingshan gave a cold laugh.

"Once the goods arrive in Hong Kong, those Hong Kong merchants who are in a hurry to get their goods won't accept our mainland letters of introduction. They don't use RMB for settlement there..."

At this point, Lu Qingshan deliberately paused.

He looked at the fine layer of sweat on Su Haiming's forehead.

"...It's a foreign exchange certificate, or Hong Kong dollars."

"Bang!"

Su Haiming suddenly stood up, the wooden chair behind him dragging on the ground with a screeching sound.

His usually affable, round face was now ashen. He braced himself on the table, looking down at Lu Qingshan, his voice low and trembling with barely concealed ruthlessness: "You investigated me? Who sent you here?!"

Facing the enraged Su Haiming, Lu Qingshan didn't even lift an eyelid. He remained seated, picked up the bowl of warm water, and took a small sip.

"Sit down, Boss Su, the tea isn't cold yet."

His tone was chillingly calm, like a hunter with victory in hand, watching a beast struggling for its life in a trap.

"Those Hong Kong businessmen can't buy goods with cash. As soon as your goods arrive, the price... at least doubles. They settle with foreign exchange certificates, then resell them for scarce goods to be shipped back to the mainland. The profits from this inflow and outflow are staggering."

Lu Qingshan slowly raised his head, his dark eyes flashing with a wolf-like ferocity that pierced the deepest recesses of Su Haiming's heart.

"Boss Su should know this better than I do, right?"

Su Haiming was completely stunned.

His face was deathly pale, his hands gripping the edge of the wooden table so tightly that he didn't even notice the sawdust seeping into his fingernails. He looked at the mountain boy in front of him, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with dry sand, so dry that he couldn't utter a sound.

His pride in his shrewdness, network of connections, and confidence built on money was shattered at this moment by this country bumpkin he looked down upon.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Su Haiming asked in a trembling voice, his voice finally filled with nothing but fear.