Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The next day, early in the morning.

As dawn broke, Kaoshantun was still shrouded in a layer of bluish-gray morning mist.

The rooster crowed twice.

The Zhao family's backyard.

Zhao Shanhe squatted alone in the sheltered spot behind the outhouse and struck a match.

Beneath his feet was a newly dug pit.

There were some dry corn stalks piled up in the pit, covered with the sheepskin coat that was rolled up in a ball.

Those were the clothes he wore last night when he killed Sun Laowai.

It was stained with blood, smelled of gunpowder, and still carried the resentment that the old bandit had exhaled before his death.

This thing cannot be kept.

"call--"

Flames rose up.

The sheepskin sizzled and burned, curling and charring, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Shanhe stared expressionlessly at the flickering flames, holding a twig in his hand, occasionally poking at it to make sure that every piece of blood-stained flesh had turned to ash.

As the last spark died out, the hunter who was full of murderous intent last night also "died" along with this outfit.

The remaining person was Zhao Shanhe, a businessman from Kaoshantun.

He picked up a shovel, filled the hole, sprinkled a layer of wood ash on it, and finally covered it with a layer of fresh snow and tamped it down.

Everything was as if it had never happened.

"elder brother!!"

A low shout, yet unable to conceal its excitement, suddenly came from the front yard.

Immediately afterwards, Ergazi, with two big dark circles under his eyes, ran into the backyard panting.

Upon seeing Zhao Shanhe, the kid grinned so hard his teeth practically bulged out.

"I knew it was you! I saw smoke coming out of your chimney early this morning, I knew you must have sneaked back in the middle of the night!"

Erga chuckled, moved closer, and gave Zhao Shanhe a sly look.

Although Zhao Shanhe's face was a little pale, he was neatly dressed and his spirit was even stronger than when he left.

"elder brother……"

Erga Zi rubbed his hands together, his face full of expectation and ingratiation:

"That thing... is it done?"

Zhao Shanhe propped the shovel against the wall, dusted off his hands, and looked at the tagalong, a slight smile playing on his lips:

What do you think?

"Is that even a question?"

Erga slapped his thigh, his flattery ringing out loudly:

"With my brother involved, it's a sure thing! That sable king, upon seeing you, wouldn't he obediently crawl into your pocket?"

"Alright, stop joking around."

Zhao Shanhe laughed and cursed, then pointed to the door:

"Now that you know I'm back, is the car ready?"

"All set! It's parked right in the forest farm compound, and the tank is full!"

Erga Zi got excited as soon as he heard that:

"Dazhuang's waiting too. Brother, go inside and get ready, I'll go get the car! We'll head into town after breakfast!"

……

Harbin, International Hotel.

It's that familiar revolving door again.

It still had that same warm, luxurious scent of air conditioning and perfume.

This time, Erga stood up straight, although his palms were still a little sweaty.

He was wearing a newly bought, slightly oversized Zhongshan suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

Seeing the doorman in uniform and wearing a peaked cap, Erga Zi didn't shrink back this time.

"Hey! Comrade, wait a minute!"

The doorman just reached out to stop him.

Erga Zi moved with extreme skill, pulling out an unopened box of "Da Qianmen" cigarettes directly from his pocket.

Instead of handing over the whole cigarette, he flicked it with his thumb, expertly ejecting the cigarette butt, and presented it to the doorman with both hands, a distinctive, slightly ingratiating smile on his face.

"Brother, you've worked hard!"

"Excuse me, we're from Xiangyang Commune, and we have an appointment with Boss Jin on the third floor."

"You know Boss Jin is a very busy man. If we're late, we'll get yelled at. Could you do us a favor, brother?"

The doorman's stern face softened considerably when he saw the way the cigarette was offered and Ergaizi's smile, which, though rustic, revealed a cleverness.

He took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and casually glanced at Zhao Shanhe behind him.

Zhao Shanhe was dressed very neatly.

He wore a brand-new navy blue cotton-padded jacket, crisp trousers, and corduroy cotton shoes with multi-layered soles.

Although it's not a high-end item, it's clean and neat.

He didn't have that earthy smell from years of working in the forest, nor did he have the patches that hunters usually wear.

The way he stood there exuded energy and spirit.

Zhao Shanhe nodded slightly to the doorman without saying a word, his eyes calm.

"Okay, let's go in."

The doorman waved his hand: "Don't wander around the lobby, go straight to the elevator."

"Alright! Thanks, bro! I'll treat you to drinks later!"

Erga chuckled, not bothering to argue further, and quickly ushered Zhao Shanhe through the revolving door.

Once inside the lobby, Ergaizi finally let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Brother, this 'Da Qianmen' cigarette really works! It's only 35 cents a box, totally worth the money!"

Zhao Shanhe smiled but didn't say anything.

He simply patted Ergazi on the shoulder and strode into the lobby.

This kid has matured through experience.

……

Third floor, VIP suite.

The corridor was quiet.

Zhao Shanhe walked to the innermost mahogany door.

Before even knocking, you could faintly hear restless pacing coming from inside, like a donkey pulling a millstone, going round and round.

"Knock knock knock".

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and knocked three times.

"Who is it? Didn't I tell you not to bother me!" Jin Wanfu's impatient shout came from inside the house; his voice was hoarse.

"Boss Jin, it's me. Zhao Shanhe."

The footsteps inside the house suddenly stopped.

Immediately following, a series of hurried footsteps rushed toward the door.

"Click!"

The door opened.

It was Jin Wanfu himself who opened the door.

This "Golden God of Wealth," who dominates Heilongjiang's foreign trade industry, is currently wearing a loose-fitting Tang suit and holding a string of Bodhi seeds in his hand.

He had dark circles under his eyes, a full beard, and messy hair; he exuded an air of extreme anxiety and dejection.

But when he saw Zhao Shanhe standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe's clean and composed appearance, Jin Wanfu's previously dull eyes instantly lit up.

It was like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

"Brother Zhao..."

Jin Wanfu disregarded his boss-like demeanor, grabbed Zhao Shanhe's hand with astonishing strength, his knuckles turning white:

"Oh! You've finally arrived!"

"Quick! Come inside!"

He let the two into the house, then immediately hung up a "Do Not Disturb" sign and locked the door from the inside.

The room was filled with smoke, so thick that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The ashtray on the coffee table was already overflowing with cigar butts.

Clearly, Mr. Jin is on the verge of collapse due to the need to secure supplies for this Moscow trade fair.

"Brother Zhao, I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Jin Wanfu didn't pour water or even offer him a seat.

He stood by the coffee table, staring intently at Zhao Shanhe, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice trembling:

"I'm flying to Moscow next week."

"I searched through all the inventory in the province for this trade fair, but there wasn't a single item that could hold its own."

"I just thought you were a very honest person, and I've been looking forward to your arrival these past few days."

Jin Wanfu took a deep breath, his gaze falling on the old satchel in Ergaizi's arms, his eyes filled with longing and fear:

"How is it?"

"Did you gain anything from this trip back?"

He dared not ask too definitively, for fear of disappointing his hopes.

Seeing Jin Wanfu's anxious expression, Zhao Shanhe didn't keep him in suspense.

He didn't sit down, but looked directly into Jin Wanfu's eyes, his tone steady and forceful:

"Boss Jin, I have accomplished my mission."

Upon hearing those four words, Jin Wanfu swayed violently and almost lost his balance.

"Quick! Open it!"

Zhao Shanhe nodded to Erga Zi:

"Gazi, show us your stuff!"

Erga Zi didn't hesitate. He darted to the coffee table, put down his bag, and deftly took out the birch bark box.

There was no unnecessary delay.

The lid was opened.

The unique herbal scent instantly masked the smell of smoke in the room.

Zhao Shanhe put on white gloves and laid the glossy black leather, which had a faint purple sheen, directly on the clean white tablecloth.

"hiss--"

Jin Wanfu gasped.

In that instant, it seemed as if all the light in the room was absorbed into the leather.

black.

That was a multicolored black.

Each needle hair shimmered with a faint purple light under the lamp, like pearls in the night.

Jin Wanfu disregarded his composure.

He knelt down on the sofa with a thud, took out a magnifying glass, and practically pressed his entire body against the leather.

See from head to tail, from the tip of the hair to the root of the down.

The more he looked, the more rapid his breathing became.

The more he looked, the more his hands trembled.

"A divine product...this is a divine product!"

Jin Wanfu suddenly raised his head, his face flushed red with extreme excitement:

"Brother Zhao, I'm impressed!"

"This is a genuine 'Black Pearl'! And it's 'fresh skin' that was removed less than five days ago!"

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

"With this, the gold medal at this Moscow trade fair is practically guaranteed! Our country's pride has been saved!"

Jin Wanfu suddenly stood up, and without beating around the bush, pulled out his checkbook from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the table:

"Brother Zhao, don't say anything more."

"I absolutely need this! Name your price!"

"Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand? Just name your price, and I won't haggle!"

The room fell silent.

When Ergazi heard the number "thirty thousand", his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he forgot to breathe.

Zhao Shanhe laughed.

Looking at the excited Jin Wanfu, he uttered the words he had long ago planned in his heart:

"Boss Jin, I'm not selling this leather."