Seeing Lu Zheng open the suitcase, take out a piece of fur, give it a shake, and spread it open.
Wang Han, Liu Yu, and several staff members from his studio saw a black-and-yellow tiger pelt slowly unfold.
The fur was intact, its quality flawless.
With Liu Yu's experience, he could tell at a glance that it had belonged to an adult northeast tiger—and a powerfully built adult male at that.
The yellow portions gleamed bright yellow, while the black portions shone jet-black.
This had absolutely been skinned from a very healthy, fresh—freshly dead—male northeast tiger in the prime of its life!
Liu Yu stared blankly. This tiger pelt was in better condition than every tiger pelt he had ever seen before!
Thus, the way Liu Yu looked at Lu Zheng changed. He subconsciously took half a step back and reached for his phone.
But the next moment...
Lu Zheng took out a stack of little red booklets from the suitcase. After casually flipping through them, he pulled one out. "This is the tiger pelt's certificate. It's legal, so don't worry."
What a joke. Lu Zheng was no legal illiterate. Once he had decided to have Blue Star's designers make fur coats for them, he had asked Lin Wan to photograph the furs and contact Xiao Yuya to obtain legal certificates for them.
Otherwise, was he supposed to put on some scene where he made an emergency call for backup, then slapped someone in the face right in front of everyone?
"Huu—"
Hearing that Lu Zheng had legal certificates, Liu Yu and Wang Han both let out a sigh of relief.
As long as there were certificates, it was fine. At least they did not have to call the police.
Liu Yu tilted his head and nonchalantly moved his hand