Master of Soul-Building - C269 fur baron

When he said that, Sister Pan nodded his head and said, “Actually, the lives of rich people aren’t as good as you think. This principle of a man afraid of making a name for himself, do you understand?”

I really understand this logic. If it wasn’t for this, I wouldn’t have been targeted by that Miao Daoke recently, which was why he brought out this many tricks.

However, I only found out what was going on with Sister Pan after hearing her words.

Sister Pan didn’t say any of this, but rather introduced herself to me.

Actually, it wasn’t easy for her to earn money. A dozen years ago, when the leather business in China gradually recovered, she became the first batch of crab eaters to import leather from Russia and the northeast and sell it in the south.

At that time, the Southerners still had foreign trade and real estate businesses. They recounted it over and over again. Although it wasn’t cold, they still had a sincere love for furry things like furs and grass.

Wealthy people liked to bring their wives a small team of three or four, while the secretaries would bring one for each of them.

The Sister Pan mainly sold it to these people, who did not lack money, so at that time, the Sister Pan was doing high-end customization.

However, she said that was not the most profitable one, but the most profitable.

What’s the trick, I asked.

So the price of a good hide and a bad hide were geometric differences. Generally, a top grade animal skin would need to be peeled alive.

In other words, while the animal was still alive, it would not open its stomach, but would only make a cut on the animal’s calf and then breathe in through the wound.

Under the pressure of the air, a piece of the skin was torn off alive, turning the animal into a balloon.

At this time, with the help of an external force, the entire piece of skin had been pulled out from that small hole. The fur was pointing inwards and would not be stained with a drop of blood.

It was a whole piece of flesh, clean and clean. Furthermore, it was the skin that had been peeled off recently. Therefore, the animal’s luster and temperature were very pleasing to the eye.

This method sounded simple, but in the entire market, only the Sister Pan knew how to do it.

Things were rare and precious, but because of this method, the leathery side of the technique was extremely beautiful, so all the rich women were chasing after the leather grasses of Sister Pan’s family.

It sounds terrible to me, but I feel chilled to the skin, and how painful it would be if a whole piece were peeled off alive.

“Boss Qin, if you are too merciful in this business, you can only eat and chant Buddha during Ramadan.” Sister Pan’s eyes are very fierce, in an instant he figured out what’s going on in my mind.

However, doing business like this was indeed the case. There were many bosses who, because they had too many homework, would eat and chant all day long. In their hands, the buddhist beads were sold like candied fruits.

But that life does not cultivate fruit, only love to murder and set fire to, when the time is on the verge of the temporary fart can be of no use.

I can see that the reason the Sister Pan wanted to obtain this statue, was probably because she committed too many murders and had to get into trouble. She wanted to ask for a supernatural sculpture to help him escape this calamity.

When I asked him this question, the Sister Pan also nodded her head and said:

“I won’t hide it from you. Recently, when I was dreaming, I saw a bunch of foxes, deer, and musk deer chasing after me. It looked like they wanted to eat me up.”

After saying that, the Sister Pan placed his hand on my knee and touched it.

“Just help me out. Just tell me how much money this matter costs. I’ll give you all the older sisters, okay?”

It’s not a question of money being more money or less, it’s just that Sister Pan’s words are a little too vague. Other than dreaming about this kind of situation, what else could happen?

I told Sister Pan to think carefully if there was anything strange that happened. If there were really only a few strange dreams, then it at most meant that it was her psychological effect.

Saying that, the Sister Pan nodded her head like she was pounding garlic and told me that there really was one.

What happened? Originally, Sister Pan kept a British Shorthair and a Butterfly. Both of them were small, but they were cute and didn’t have much combat power.

But, such a small puppy, what happened that day truly shocked Sister Pan.

Sister Pan told me the general story. On that night, she had a party at home with a few business customers and those two animals were playing on Sister Pan’s legs.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with it, but when it was around midnight and everyone had gone back, the appearance of the two beasts on Sister Zhang’s legs suddenly changed.

Sister Pan asked me, “How do kittens and puppies bark? You should all have heard of it. ”

“Meow meow meow, puppy meow meow.” I learned a little, the happy Sister Pan burst out laughing, but then her expression changed and she said:

“Those two little things don’t call them that.”

Aoao … Zhi, the Sister Pan mimicked the sound and made two weird noises, saying that these were the sounds produced by the two small animals. The sound was very strange, I could not make out what it was.

Was there any animal in the world with this sound? Sister Pan told me that he had been in the fur business for so many years, she could tell from this voice that it was the fox’s.

“The fox’s voice.” The more I listened, the more I felt that there was something strange going on. Sister Pan was obviously a little nervous as she placed her hand on my knee and leaned closer and closer. She stared into my eyes with her beautiful eyes and said:

“That’s alright, but that little bastard is still talking.”

“Say what?” I froze.

Sister Pan pouted her mouth and imitated the beast’s voice and shouted:

So cold and painful, give me back my skin, a few words. Sister Pan’s tone of voice just now was just like that of a fox with its fur cut off.

Seeing his reaction, scared me too, and I looked at Sister Pan in a daze.

When she saw me like that, she laughed and patted my knee. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“No, how could that be?” I quickly regained my senses and looked around the house once more. However, I didn’t see the British Shorthair that Sister Pan had mentioned, nor the butterfly dog.

Where are the two small animals? I asked the Sister Pan. However, she only sneered, and with a trace of indifference on her face, she said:

“Those two little things were too scary. I was afraid that if I stayed here, it might harm me, so I dealt with them.”

What should he do? Sister Pan took out two sealed bags from the drawer beside the sofa chair.

Inside each one was a piece of fur. One was short and gray, rather small, while the other was slightly larger and tawny in color, and the fur was also slightly longer.

I was stunned for a moment. Needless to say, it must be the British Shorthair and the Butterfly’s hide.