The dark golden fur rippled in the sunlight.

The markings resemble the grain of ebony, and the lines along the spine make it look like a living tiger.

"All intact!"

The old man in the felt hat suddenly jumped over, his fingers like dry bark hanging half an inch from the tip of the tiger's ear.

"The ears are intact, the paw pads are undamaged. Was it freshly hanged?"

The man in Lenin's suit had already walked up to him: "I want it."

The scarf was half lifted up, revealing the golden teeth.

"I'll give you double the market price, three hundred."

"Old Meng, you are too unrefined."

The vegetable vendor squeezed in with melon seed shells stuck in his mouth.

"When Lao Xie from Guangzhou was buying bear bile a while ago, you told me the black market price was starting at 400 yuan."

Chen Changyuan smoked without moving, and the ash fell on the crack in his palm.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a man in a Lenin suit gesturing towards the corner with his hands behind his back, and three men with flat heads squatting under the eaves began to move towards this side.

"five hundred!"

A greasy sound exploded out of nowhere.

The bald fat man who was standing on the side of the road with his hands behind his back squeezed into the front row at some point, and the Jiefang bag around his waist was bulging as if he was eight months pregnant.

“Cash on delivery, immediate delivery.”

Chen Changyuan finally stubbed out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe: "Not enough."

Just when everyone was stunned, a sound of breaking air suddenly tore through the air.

A sleeve arrow was nailed to the Huanghuali board, and the red silk at the tail of the arrow seemed to be oozing with blood.

"Those who secretly keep tribute will be thrown into the well."

A hoarse voice came from the top of the wall, and a man wearing a fang mask on the roof of a house swung his legs on the tiles.

"That tiger skin looks like it's worth more than what you offered. It looks a bit like the skin of a valuable tribute."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd let out a sound of shock.

Could it be that this tiger skin is really worth so much money?

"Tribute?" The man in Lenin suit looked panicked.

"My friend, please don't talk nonsense. There is no tribute here, just some mountain products."

Chen Changyuan spoke, looking warily at the man wearing the fang mask.

These people, claiming that his tiger skin was a tribute, were trying to pin a false accusation on him?

The bald fat man couldn't sit still any longer. He squeezed next to Chen Changyuan and said in a low voice: "Brother, this tiger skin of yours didn't come from a legitimate source. I advise you to get rid of it quickly to avoid getting into trouble."

Chen Changyuan glanced at the fat man calmly, thinking secretly in his heart.

These people's reactions are too abnormal. I'm afraid there is another hidden secret behind this tiger skin.

At this moment, the old man in the felt hat suddenly said, "Young man, where did you get this tiger skin?"

Chen Changyuan pretended to think for a moment before speaking bluntly, "I encountered it a few days ago while hunting in the mountains. The beast nearly killed me, and I had a hard time subduing it."

The old man narrowed his cloudy eyes, as if trying to judge the truth in Chen Changyuan's words.

After a long while, he slowly nodded: "In that case, this leather should be sold at a high price. However, you have to be careful, this thing is not simple."

Chen Changyuan's heart moved, and he knew that the old man had something else to say.

He was about to ask further questions when he saw the man in Lenin suit suddenly wave his hand, and the three men with flat heads who were squatting under the eaves immediately rushed over.

"Boy, if you know what's good for you, hand over the skin!"

The leading man said viciously, "Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Chen Changyuan sneered and said calmly, "How come people from a state-owned enterprise have also learned to rob?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was suddenly in an uproar.

The man in Lenin's suit had a pale expression and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! Who is from a state-owned enterprise?"

Chen Changyuan slowly pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and read slowly, "Special Supply Department of the Forestry Bureau, signed by Director Zhou. What? Did I forge this?"

The man in Lenin suit was suddenly speechless and his face turned pale.

Seeing this, the bald fat man immediately jumped out to smooth things over: "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! My dear brother, we can talk it out. Why hurt the harmony?"

Chen Changyuan glanced around coldly and had a plan in mind.

He slowly said, "Since everyone is interested in this tiger skin, how about we have a deal where the highest bidder wins?"

Everyone looked at each other, obviously not expecting Chen Changyuan to do this.

The man in Lenin's suit hesitated for a moment, then spoke first: "Six hundred!"

"Eight hundred!"

The bald fat man said unwillingly.

"one thousand."

Chen Changyuan spoke casually, tapping the edge of the tiger skin lightly with his fingers.

As soon as this number came out, the scene exploded.

The bald fat man's face turned red, and he held the Jiefang bag tightly in his hand.

The man in Lenin suit staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Are you crazy?"

The bald fat man hissed, "One thousand? Do you think this is gold or diamonds?"

Chen Changyuan smiled noncommittally, but his eyes were fixed on the man in the Lenin suit.

Fine beads of sweat were already oozing out of the other person's forehead.

The tusk-masked man on the wall suddenly laughed strangely. "Interesting, really interesting. This tiger skin looks like it's worth more than just this price."

The man in Lenin's suit turned around abruptly and roared at the wall: "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am,"

The tusk-masked man shook his leg. "The important thing is, you all know the true value of this tiger skin. Tsk, tsk, it's a real treasure."

Chen Changyuan noticed that as the fang-masked man spoke, the expressions of everyone present became extremely ugly.

Especially the old man in the felt hat, his originally cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Young man."

The old man said in a hoarse voice, "Did you really just kill this tiger in the mountains?"

Chen Changyuan shrugged: "Could it be stolen from the zoo?"

"fart!"

The man in Lenin suit suddenly jumped up and grabbed Chen Changyuan by the collar.

"You'd better tell me the truth. Where did this tiger skin come from?"

At this critical moment, a quick whistle came from a distance.

The crowd in the black market immediately became agitated, with some shouting in panic, "It's closed! It's closed!"

The man in Lenin suit let go of Chen Changyuan, his face ashen.

He stared at Chen Changyuan intently, gritting his teeth and saying, "Boy, just wait for me!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"etc."

Chen Changyuan called him.

"Do you want this tiger skin or not?"

The man in Lenin's suit had a gloomy expression on his face and stared at Chen Changyuan intently: "Boy, do you know you are playing with fire?"

"fire?"

Chen Changyuan chuckled, "I think you're the ones playing with fire. It's just a tiger skin, why are you so nervous?"

The man in the fang mask suddenly jumped down from the wall with a muffled sound.

He tilted his head and looked at Chen Changyuan: "Little brother, I'll give you one thousand and one for this tiger skin. Will you buy it?"

When Chen Changyuan heard the number one thousand and one, he was secretly happy, but he remained expressionless.

He gently stroked the edge of the tiger skin, frowning slightly, looking embarrassed.