It is ten kilometers away from the Tangshan virgin forest.
An abandoned car recycling station in the suburbs.
Old cars of all ages are piled up in mountains, which are more than ten meters high. Everywhere you look is garbage, emitting a pungent stench. Occasionally, you can see a wild cat scurrying under the car with a mouse in its mouth.
There are wheel marks on the red plastic bag on the snow.
Looking inside the recycling bin, there is a factory dozens of meters in size. A bright yellow light shines through the gaps in the windows covered with newspapers, and a slight smell of blood also floats out with the cold wind.
Behind the rolling shutter door, there is a special cave.
Like a small workshop, more than a dozen people were busy working on the work in hand without saying a word.
There were several rusty iron cages placed on the table, and inside were the helmeted hornbills whose skulls had been removed. They were dying, with blood oozing from their mangled heads, and they were moaning softly.
A young man with dyed yellow hair was leaning on a recliner, swiping his thumb across the screen of his mobile phone, and flashed through short videos. When he saw a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, he couldn't help but let out a lewd laugh, and immediately clicked on the follower.
"What a fart."
Suddenly, a rough and rough voice sounded from behind him.
Before the yellow-haired young man could recover, he received a slap on the back of his head. He turned his head and looked away, with a sad smile on his face: "Brother Scar, you are back."
"You play with your phone all the time, but you don't do anything serious."
The speaker was a fierce man with scars on his face, wearing a dark green military coat.
"Oh, Brother Scar, aren't you simply wronging me by saying this?!" The yellow-haired young man immediately retorted, "We caught several treasures today. Without me, a good ventriloquist, we would have made a lot of money!"
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As he spoke, he made bursts of croaking sounds from his mouth, which perfectly imitated the calls of the helmeted hornbill.
Hearing these words, the man named Scar couldn't help but smile a little and pinched Huang Mao's face. "You did a good job. I'll give you credit later. I caught a few."
"three."
Huang Maopian smiled and said, "Master Lin is already working inside."
"His name is Zhang Cheng, a good hound trainer."
Scar turned his body slightly, revealing a dull man behind him. He had dark skin and looked in his early twenties. "You take him to get familiar with him, and we will go to Tangshan tomorrow."
"It turns out to be a new chick."
The yellow-haired young man looked at the dull Zhang Zhang for a few times, then patted his chest and said, "Brother Scar, don't worry."
Scar didn't say much, said hello to the other people, and strode into the room inside. Just like the outside, the windows of the room were sealed tightly with newspapers, and the situation inside was not visible.
"The charter, right?"
The yellow-haired young man pressed his tongue against his cheek. The scar just now was not there, and his cheek is still a little sore. He stood up casually and waved his arm, "Everyone calls me Haizi. It's not impossible for you to call me Brother Hai."
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Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Brother Hai."
The yellow-haired young man raised his eyebrows and put his arm around Zhang Cheng's shoulders, "Come on, brother, I'll show you the world."
"We usually have two jobs."
The yellow-haired young man said, "From time to time, I take some idle wealthy people to Tangshan to hunt, and I can earn tens of thousands of dollars at a time. I heard from Brother Scar that you are good at training hounds, and this will basically be your job from now on."
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Zhang Cheng was a little curious after hearing this, "If you shoot in Tangshan, aren't you afraid of attracting the patrol department?"
"What nonsense are you talking about."
Hearing this, the yellow-haired young man couldn't help but sneered, "That's a primeval forest, it's so big that it's beyond imagination."
Zhang Cheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
He is still a fool.
The yellow-haired young man thought.
"Now let me tell you about our other business."
The yellow-haired young man immediately made a sinister expression, "This is a knife-edge job, but we can also make a lot of money. We specialize in hunting those rare and exotic animals. You must know that their whole bodies can be sold for a good price!"
"You come with me."
The yellow-haired young man led Zhang Zheng to a nearby table, pointing at the rusty iron cage. "Look, these helmeted hornbills were captured only by my ventriloquism skills. They foolishly thought they were their companions calling for help."
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Zhang Cheng looked at the bloody helmeted hornbill and turned his head to look at the yellow-haired young man.
"You're pretty awesome."
"Of course, you think I'm bragging to you."
The yellow-haired young man's expression became more and more arrogant, and he suddenly became angry. "Brother Hai told you, ours is a one-stop industrial chain. Take a good look at it and learn from it. Do you know that in this literary and entertainment and collection circles, there is a [
One red, two black and three white."
Zhang Cheng shook his head and asked curiously, "Brother Hai, tell me."
"[Black] refers to rhinoceros horns, [White] refers to ivory, and the top one is [Red] - crane-top red." The yellow-haired young man shook his head and said.
"Hedinghong in martial arts, the kind that will definitely kill you if you eat it?"
Zhang Zhang asked.
"Are you stupid?"
The yellow-haired young man seemed to be mocking silently, and patiently explained, "The red crane crown refers to the skull of the helmeted hornbill. Otherwise, why do you think we would take off their skulls?"
Hearing these words, Zhang Cheng's pupils dilated slightly, seeming very surprised.
"It seems you are really a novice."
The yellow-haired young man noticed Zhang Cheng's performance and muttered.
"You don't know how well your dog must be trained to be favored by Brother Scar."
Immediately, he continued, "The helmeted hornbill's skull is solid and fine in texture. It has the warmth of jade and the color of agate. It is most suitable for making various handicrafts for collection. We have a master Lin here who has excellent craftsmanship!"
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Having said this, the yellow-haired young man gave a thumbs up.
Zhang Cheng's lips trembled and he nodded thoughtfully.
"It's a pity that the meat of this kind of bird is not delicious."
The yellow-haired young man waved and walked into the factory while shouting, "You are in luck this time. Master Lin happens to be working. I can show you the style of the great master."
Zhang Cheng glanced at the dead helmeted hornbill and quickly followed him.
"You may not have a specific idea of how valuable it is." The yellow-haired young man talked about this topic with excitement. "There used to be a red snuff bottle with a crane top. Do you know how much it cost to sell it?"
"How much?" Zhang Zhang asked.
"Eight hundred thousand!"
The yellow-haired young man said happily, "It's more expensive than gold. You tell me whether you can make money or not."
As he spoke, the yellow-haired young man raised his fingers to his lips and whispered, "Master Lin is most annoyed by others disturbing him while he is working. I am breaking a rule by bringing you here, so be careful."
Zhang Cheng nodded slightly.
The yellow-haired young man opened the thick curtain in front of him.
I saw a man in his forties wearing glasses, holding a carving knife in his hand and carving the bright red skull in front of him. The lamp shone brightly, and his expression was extremely focused.
"The skulls of helmeted hornbills are best removed while they are still alive."
The yellow-haired young man whispered, "The main purpose is to stay intact, you know."
"So they will slowly wait until the bleeding dries up before they die."
Zhang Cheng looked at the corner of the table, where there was a finished product that had been carved. One side of the skull was carved to look like the Maitreya Buddha. The technique was superb and it looked lifelike.
It is extremely ironic to use the skulls of other animals to make Buddha statues!
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