"Brother Qin Feng, what do you think of this thing?"
When Qin Feng and the other three were full, Jiang Jun walked into the back room. When he came out, he had a large package in his hand. He placed the package on his office table and Jiang Jun opened it.
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A complete tiger skin appeared in front of several people. The entire fur was intact, and there was not even a pinhole-sized hole from the mouth to the tail. Moreover, the tiger skin was highly polished and had no fishy smell at all.
"Why, brother Qin Feng, isn't this tiger skin well-tanned?"
Jiang Jun stroked the yellow and white tiger skin with his hand and said: "If you take this thing out, someone will want two million. Brother Qin Feng, if you want to sell it anytime, give me a call and I will help you."
You go find a buyer..."
As the saying goes, people who rely on mountains and rivers rely on water to eat. Jiang Jun guards such a large farm, with the most primitive forest behind it. It is simply impossible not to poach some wild animals.
But Jiang Jun is not a fur trader. He just knows some friends who are doing business. When he has something good, he just needs to call them. For example, the two fangs of this tiger are sold to friends he can trust.
For example, the businessman also saw this tiger skin, and offered a high price of two million RMB at that time. If it had been Jiang Jun's own thing, he would have sold it to that person.
After hearing Jiang Jun's words, Qin Chang Feng Literary cfwx Feng smiled and shook his head, saying: "Brother Jun, don't worry about this. I am a Pixiu person, a good thing."
When you get it, you can only get it in but not get it out..."
Tiger skin, especially that of Siberian tiger, has a miraculous effect on Lao Han's legs in winter. Teachers such as Qi Gong and Miao Liuzhi can use it. Even if Qin Feng is a pauper now, he will not sell it.
kind of object.
"Master, how many rubles are two million?" Umnik, who had eaten and drank enough, became more energetic when he heard the money. He asked Qin Feng.
"About 20 million rubles," Qin Feng replied casually.
"So many? Grandma, those people used to lie to me and grandpa..." Umniko said angrily: "My grandpa only sold three tiger skins for eight million rubles. Those people are so shady."
Already..."
Although Siberian tigers are also protected animals in Russia, in the war-torn Chechnya region, who would mind these nosy matters, so at least four or five tigers died in the hands of Karachev. But some were shot with shotguns.
The skin is riddled with holes but cannot be cured.
"Collecting things directly from people in the mountains, of course the price will be much lower. That person doesn't cheat you, it's about eight million rubles."
Qin Feng corrected Umnik's words. In the past few years, a tiger skin was sold directly to the seller. According to the quality of the tiger skin, it should be between sixty and one million yuan, and the maximum would not exceed one million yuan.
One million and two million. Qin Feng's piece can be sold for two million, which is actually a high price.
And Kalachev didn't know the rich people in Russia at all, so he was cut in the middle by the fur trader. Three tiger skins were sold for 800,000 yuan, which shows that the fur trader still has a conscience.
"Oh, that's it." Umnik rolled his eyes and said, "Master, don't we have a tiger skin? That one is much better than this one. Otherwise... just...
Sell this tiger skin?"
"Hey, Nico. I don't like hearing what you say. Can you find another tiger skin that's better than this one?"
Jiang Jun has been working at the border for a long time, and is no stranger to Russian. He can completely understand Umnik’s half-Chinese and half-Russian words. When he heard Niko say that the tiger skin on his hand is better than that made by someone else,
Jiang Jun suddenly became unhappy.
The Siberian tiger is the king of beasts. Even if it is hunted in a trap, it is difficult to capture it without any harm. As far as Jiang Jun knows, no one who has poached the Siberian tiger in the past few years has been able to capture it.
Complete fur.
Therefore, in Jiang Jun's opinion, the skin he made can be said to be flawless. He believes that no tiger skin collected by anyone in the world can compare with this one.
"Uncle Jun, I can really find it..." Umnic called Jiang Jun awkwardly, then reached out and took the package placed in the corner on the table.
"You brat, what do you have to show off?" Qin Feng's eyes widened. He had already seen Umnico's thoughts. In addition to wanting to sell the tiger skin for money, this boy also wanted to satisfy his little self.
of vanity.
"Master, if you don't want to look, why don't you look..." Seeing Qin Feng's eyes widen, Umnico suddenly withered. He was most afraid of his grandfather being angry when he grew up, and the person he admired the most was Qin Feng, the Chinese master.
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"Don't bother me, brother Qin Feng, if you have something good to open my eyes..." Umniko stopped showing off, but Jiang Jun felt itchy in his heart. Listening to Qin Feng's words, it seems that this bag contains
This thing is really a piece of tiger skin.
"Yes, you can watch it if you want..."
Hearing what Jiang Jun said, Qin Feng didn't stop Umnico anymore. It was a big deal to take a look at the white tiger skin after someone else had helped him so much, and Qin Feng was not afraid of Jiang Jun spreading the word.
, the Meng family's sign after arriving in the capital, I believe that not many people who are blind would dare to provoke me.
"Uncle Jun, how about we make a bet?"
Umnik rolled his eyes and said: "If my tiger skin is worse than yours, you will lose to me... Just lose to me ten thousand dollars. If mine is not as good as yours, I will lose to you." How about ten thousand dollars?"
As he spoke, Umnik took out ten thousand US dollars from his body with ease and slapped it on the table with a "pop" sound.
"Hey, where did you get so much money?"
Seeing the ten thousand U.S. dollars, Jiang Jun couldn't help but be stunned. With this mountain, he could earn two to three hundred thousand dollars a year. Ten thousand U.S. dollars was not a big sum for him, but Umniko
Jiang Jun was a little surprised that this child could be taken out.
"Junzi, don't be fooled by this bad boy. He won me the $10,000." Peng Jun slapped Umniko on the back of the head angrily and said, "Hurry up and get the money."
Put it away, and if you gamble with others again, I will ask your master to take away all your money..."
"Just for fun." Umnik took a peek at his master and found that Qin Feng's face was not very good-looking. He quickly put the money into his pocket and said with a flattering smile: "You're kidding, Uncle Peng Hong, I'm with Uncle Jun."
Just kidding."
"You are really capable of stretching and bending." Even Peng Hong was amused by Umnico this time. It was really not easy for such a big man to bow his head and make such an expression.
"Is his tiger skin really better than this one?" Hearing Peng Hong dissuade him, Jiang Jun was really a little uneasy. He didn't let Umniko do anything, and stepped forward to untie the package.
"White tiger skin?" When Jiang Jun saw the tiger skin that was all white with light black stripes, he couldn't help but screamed. He never expected that Qin Feng would carry such a precious piece of skin with him.
of fur.
You must know that the white tiger is a mutant species of the tiger. Like the liger, it is an extremely rare and rare species. It is strictly protected no matter which country it is in. It is more difficult to get a white tiger skin than a Siberian tiger.
The skin is hundreds of times more difficult.
So regardless of whether the white tiger skin is complete or not, from this point of view, Jiang Jun has already lost. The relationship between the two is like wild ginseng and cultivated ginseng, they are not on the same level at all.
"Let's go, brother Qin Feng, if you get this thing, your trip will be worth it..."
After carefully appreciating the tiger skin, Jiang Jun praised: "Not bad, really good. There is only a small bullet hole above the neck. The bullet was shot from the mouth. If this tiger skin is sold on the international black market,
If you go up there, you can sell it for at least one million US dollars..."
"Keep it for your own use and won't sell it no matter how much money you make..."
Qin Feng chuckled. Naturally, he would not tell Jiang Jun that the biggest gain of his trip was not the tiger skin, but the rhizome and leaves of the ten thousand year Ganoderma lucidum in the big backpack. The ten thousand year Ganoderma lucidum alone was absolutely valuable.
It’s worth hundreds of millions of dollars, how can it be compared to this mere one million?
"Haoqi, I just like a man like you..."
Jiang Jun gave Qin Feng a thumbs up and said: "It's getting late today. You guys have a good night's rest. I'll take you out tomorrow morning. But you must not take a plane along the way, otherwise your things will be stolen."
It was found out..."
Qin Feng nodded when he heard this and said: "I have arrangements for how to go back, so you don't need to worry about it, brother Jun."
When he arrived at the border between Russia and China, Qin Feng called Meng Lin and told him that he was going back to China soon, but the things he was carrying could not pass the security check. He asked Meng Lin to find a way to arrange a plane to take him back.
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It was a matter of his sister's life and death. Meng Lin made arrangements immediately after receiving Qin Feng's call. He even falsely reported the old man's name and had a military transport plane flying from the border city to the capital parked there to wait for Qin Feng.
It was windy for five days, so Qin Feng was not worried at all about returning to the capital.
"That's good. The investigation of the smuggling of precious furs has been very tight recently. Don't let anything happen..." After chatting with Qin Feng and others for a while, Jiang Jun suddenly looked at Peng Hong and said hesitantly.
:"Monitor, I...I have something to tell you..."
"What's the matter?" Peng Hong was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
"Squad leader, let's go outside and talk." Jiang Jun hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything.
Peng Hong didn't have such a good temper in front of his soldiers. He opened his mouth and cursed: "When did you become such a mother-in-law? If you have something to say, just say it and fart..."
"Yes... there is something wrong with Platoon Leader Han. I just went to his place some time ago..."
Seeing Peng Hong getting angry, Jiang Jun mentioned a name. The Platoon Leader Han he mentioned was actually a soldier of the same age as Peng Hong. However, he was transferred to another army when Jiang Jun joined the army, so he was not very close to Jiang Jun.
