"That's right!" Li Qingquan took the conversation loudly, picked up the teacup, took a beautiful sip, and swayed the teacup in his hand: "This tea has only tasted after drinking it now."

This is not the first time Chen Wanrong has drunk the snowballs in Qingcheng. The taste is not bad compared to the last time. How can I say that it is only tasted now? Then I thought, Li Qingquan is a metaphor, and he is willing to talk about something later.

As Chen Wanrong expected, Li Qingquan continued: "I have been drinking Qingcheng Xueya for more than ten years, but it is not as interesting as it is today. It's like I'm doing business and fighting in the store for a lifetime, but it's not as much as Wanrong's words that I can earn more. Yesterday, after Wanrong left, I went to buy two big red roosters and a few kilograms of meat, and carried them to Mr. Du's house."

Who is Mr. Du? Chen Wanrong doesn’t know, but he hears it so foggy that he doesn’t understand why.

Li Qingquan smiled slightly and introduced to Chen Wanrong: "Old Master Du is the best hunter in our Luojiadian. He is the best at killing foxes. There are not a thousand foxes killed by his hands, and there are eight hundred. Foxes will definitely die when they meet him."

Only then did Chen Wanrong realize that he was going to Du Liehu's house to discuss business with gifts. He admired his decisive style of doing things as soon as he said it. No wonder he has such a good deal in recent years.

Li Qingquan continued to say: "Old Master Du's name is known to everyone in all villages. It is a figure. Over the year, more people have visited his home, and no one has taken two big red roosters like me. When Mr. Du saw it, he was so happy that he kept saying that this time, "opening the mountain" would be a good fortune."

I was quite proud of my skills in Du's Leeden's craftsmanship. I stroked my belly and moved my body to make it more comfortable. Then I explained: "It's not that easy to be a hunter, and there are their taboos. Every time I go to the mountain to hunt, I have to worship the mountain and burn some paper money, otherwise the mountain god would not be able to beat it even if I couldn't bear it. The rooster I gave was big and red, very beautiful, and Mr. Du liked it as soon as he saw it." When he was proud, he kept laughing.

There are rules for industry, and each industry has its own rules. Du Liehuo is not necessarily superstitious. He worships the mountain because of the rules. Chen Wanrong has heard of this, and he doesn't think it is surprising that he heard the old man say it in another time and space.

"When Mr. Du is happy, what else is there to be a problem?" Li Qingquan said at the end: "Mr. Du gave me all the fire fox skins he had treasured for a long time, five of them. They are as red as fire, very beautiful. I have seen a lot of fox skins in my life, but I have never seen such beautiful ones!"

He was very happy when he thought of this. He wanted to get Chen Wanrong's praise the most. Even if it was just a few words, it was good. His eyes were not hanging around Chen Wanrong.

Chen Wanrong is smart, so he doesn't understand what he means, let alone the happier he is, the more beneficial it is for him. The greater the chance of successful bargaining, Chen Wanrong flatters: "This is all great to the old man, how can those people compete with the old man!" In order to achieve the effect of being both loud and emotional, Chen Wanrong's face was full of admiration.

This was simply in Li Qingquan's eyes, and his whole body was itchy and he was very helpful: "Wanrong, look at what you said. Haha..." A long list of laughter was so uncomfortable.

Smart people know what to do in this situation, so Chen Wanrong laughed with him a few times. Although he was acting, he laughed very happily, making Li Qingquan so happy that he didn't know the whole world.

But he didn't know that Chen Wanrong had already planned how to sell soap to him, and thought that Chen Wanrong was really happy for him. He then said, "Wanrong, what's more coincidental is that Mr. Zheng received a job, which was to ask for a fox fur. The price was not a problem, so he let Mr. Zheng open it and asked for one: the things must be good!"

This incident was unexpected by Chen Wanrong, and he couldn't help but become interested and said, "Old man, aren't you Hong Fu Qitian? You just said that you should make furs, and the customer came to the door. This is the old man's blessing."

"Hey!" Li Qingquan shook his left hand: "Old Master Zheng has not agreed to this matter yet. Today, Mr. Zheng sent the butler to pick up the goods and asked me if I could do it. I was doing it yesterday afternoon. He also asked me if I could do it. Isn't this unnecessary? I didn't say anything and invited Butler Zheng to the workshop to see."

He no longer leaned on the chair, leaned forward, and was very close to Chen Wanrong, so he lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Wanrong, I didn't tell you that the fox fur made from your tanning agent is so beautiful. Butler Zheng, who was well-informed, looked at me, said happily that Brother, this business is settled." What he said meant giving a thumbs up, and gave himself a thumbs up very happily.

"As soon as Butler Zheng was happy, he picked up the goods and left. He was in a hurry to report the message to Mr. Zheng, and he refused to even keep him for dinner." Li Qingquan's face was filled with joy, as if the deal had been done.

Chen Wanrong finally understood why Xiaolinzi said when she saw him that they were waiting for tanning agent. It turned out that it was to make fire fox skin. If it was really as Li Qingquan said, the fox skin was excellent, it would not be a waste to get each piece of new tanning agent. Good goods have to use good things!

As soon as the thought was changed, Li Qingquan said the same thing as Chen Wanrong thought: "Wanrong, this fox skin is so rare. It doesn't matter if you spend more money. You must make it well. So, I decided to use a new tanner for each one. Fortunately, how can you use the tanner you gave me the trial? I was anxious to make one first. The other four, I am waiting for your tanner."

He is stingy, but Chen Wanrong knew that he had a shrewd business mind, and that what he had made at all costs must be extraordinary. He couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to get a glimpse of what he said: "Old man, can you open your eyes to me? I'm itchy when I heard you say so well."

"Wanrong, if you don't have your tanning agent, you wouldn't have made such a good thing. Even if you don't say it, I'll open your eyes to you." Li Qingquan agreed happily, stood up and said, "Wanrong, please wait." He went directly to the inner room.

His room has two rooms inside and outside, which are used to entertain guests and are used to preserve some valuable things.

When he came out, he had an extra paper box in his hand, about one inch tall, three feet wide, and five feet long. He walked straight towards the table, and Chen Wanrong hurriedly moved the teacup and teapot on the table to free up a space.

Li Qingquan carefully placed the paper box on the table and uncovered the lid. He saw a piece of finely crafted silk in the box, as if it was covered with something. Li Qingquan took the silk away, and Chen Wanrong felt his eyes lit up and couldn't help but exclaim softly: "Wow, so beautiful!"

A fiery red fox fur appeared in the box, rising like a flame, as if a ball of fire was burning in the box, bright and dazzling. Modern society has developed information, Chen Wanrong has seen many fur products and has seen some photos of fox furs, which are well-informed. He has never seen such a fox fur with awesome power, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing Chen Wanrong's shocked look, Li Qingquan was extremely happy and introduced the difference to Chen Wanrong: "Wanrong, look at the color of the fur, the red like fire, there is no mess. The feel is excellent, it is smoother than the top silk, giving people a sense of comfort. You don't want to let go when you touch it. Wanrong, you touch it, be gentle, don't break it."

As he said, the fox skin does not have a single hair, it is all bright red, which is not dazzling in the eyes, but rather has a sense of comfort, as if the color matching masters have made them.

If it is not unusual to use computers to match colors to create such colors. The problem is that this is naturally generated, which is too rare. It is an exaggeration to say that it is a trick. No wonder that Du Hunter would treasure it and not give it to him.

He just didn't remind him that Chen Wanrong knew that such valuable things should be cherished. He picked up silk and wiped his right hand for a while before touching it. As soon as he touched the fox hair, Chen Wanrong felt a sense of comfort on his body. The touch was so beautiful that it was a bit ugly that it was more comfortable than touching the warm body of a beautiful woman.

There are such rare treasures in the world. If Chen Wanrong hadn't seen them with his own eyes, he would have never imagined them and was amazed.

Chen Wanrong took back his hand, Li Qingquan plastered it with silk on his right hand, lifted a corner, and then explained: "Wanrong, look, Mr. Du's knife skills are so good that he cuts neatly, without any deviation, and no burrs, and is as smooth as a bronze eye."

Chen Wanrong took a closer look and saw that it was not. The cut was straight and straight. It was a precious thing like this, and it could be called a work of art. Even if it was damaged a little bit, it would destroy its beauty. He praised: "Great sword skills."

Li Qingquan let go and said proudly: "I bought it for fifty stakes. I originally thought it would be good to make it for 300 stakes. I didn't expect it to be better. Your tanning agent was better than I expected. Even if Mr. Zheng wanted this skin, I wouldn't take it without 500 stakes."

I bought it for fifty stakes, but I had to sell it for fifty stakes. The fox fur plus the wages and raw materials cost at most sixty stakes, but I had to buy it for five hundred stakes.
Chapter completed!