After Zhao Hui changed the subject, Jia Tianlong also felt he had been a little rash.
Just as with wild animals, exposing one's weakness right at the outset, before people one had only just met, was rather unwise.
But honestly, when he turned back to look at that piece of jade, Jia Tianlong still felt it would be worth paying even more.
That mystical feeling really was extraordinary. Looking at it, Jia Tianlong simply felt a sense of closeness.
By then, Zhao Hui had steered the conversation toward hides.
Li Long knew that unless he impressed Lao Zhao, the man would certainly look down on him. He also wanted to divert some of Jia Tianlong's attention, so he left Chen Hongjun chatting with them and went to fetch a snow leopard pelt.
Snow leopards were not yet as rare as they would be in the 2010s, but they certainly were not numerous either. At least in Northern Xinjiang, where few people hunted, not many appeared before the public.
Most that did were snow leopards that could not find enough food in the mountains and came down to hunt sheep in the pastoralists' pens, only to be shot, skinned, and sold.
There was no Wildlife Protection Law yet. If a snow leopard came down from the mountains and was killed, that was that; nobody investigated. Never mind snow leopards-even if a brown bear or a Northern Xinjiang tiger was killed, that was that.
The moment the snow leopard pelt was displayed, it caught Zhao Hui's attention. Even Jia Tianlong, who was not in the hide business, came over at the sight of this unusual pelt and held it up with Zhao Hui to examine it.
Snow leopard pelts were among the rare animal pelts with only black and white coloring, much