Gu Erniu and Gu Sheng steadied their minds and emotions, unhurried yet confident. When it came to selling pelts, especially rare ones like silver fox pelts, they were the ones being courted.
Before long.
A middle-aged man with a round face and slight paunch walked in, dressed like an attendant. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he clasped his hands repeatedly in apology.
"I've kept you two waiting. Truly, my affairs have been overwhelming. My surname is Qian; feel free to call me Fatty Qian."
"Greetings, Manager Qian."
Gu Sheng and his companion naturally wouldn't actually call him Fatty Qian.
Manager Qian sat down, discreetly sizing up the two men across from him. Though they had attempted to mask it, the rustic air about them was unmistakable.
Yet he harbored no disdain.
Their figures were sturdy, their faces tough and resolved, and judging by the large bundle of pelts behind them, their identities were clear.
Hunters—and not ordinary ones.
