Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say!" Zhao Dong nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

He was no longer as excited as he had been.

The further he went into the black market, the more he felt surrounded by wolves and tigers.

Why are all these people eyeing them so covetously?

The people walking on the street were all big, burly men; you could hardly see any women!

How could a proper market be this terrifying?

These are clearly items that are difficult to sell on the regular market, which is why they're all piled up here...

If he still can't understand this, then Zhao Dong has lived in vain!

Zhao Dong thought about it more deeply and became even more frightened. He took two steps forward and asked Zhang Yang, "Yangzi, what if they see our valuables and jump up to snatch them?! We only brought a machete; if a fight breaks out, we have no chance of winning..."

Zhang Yang laughed, "The black market has its own rules. If someone dares to cause trouble, who will dare to come in the future? Without customers, how can we do business? We're all just merchants, after money, not risking our lives."

Zhao Dong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On second thought, she couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Zhang Yang. "Yangzi! You're amazing! You've hardly ever left the village, how do you know everything!"

Zhang Yang smiled wryly.

How did this silly boy still manage to find out?

He explained hastily, "Listening to the stories told by the older generation can broaden your horizons! That's why you always liked to go to the educated youth team. Now you know you lacked knowledge, right?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhao Dong chuckled twice, seemingly remembering Du Shujun again.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but become curious.

"Once we sell the wolf and get back, I really want to go with you to that educated youth team! I want to see what kind of fairy descended from heaven has bewitched my brother like this!"

As they were talking, Zhang Yang spotted an open space.

They had been pulling the cart with the three-headed wolf for so long that they were exhausted.

Since we've come to the black market to try our luck, we should quickly make our presence known and let others know that we have treasures here!

Zhang Yang parked the cart against the earthen wall, pretending not to see the prying eyes around him, and swiftly and decisively lifted the old cotton cloth covering the cart.

As soon as the cloth was lifted, the stench of wild beasts spread everywhere!

Not far from them, there was a man dressed in black, leading a huge German Shepherd.

The dog had been sitting upright, like a statue, crouching at its owner's feet.

The moment it smelled the wolf, the German Shepherd became agitated and scratched the ground repeatedly with its front paws, while also making a sharp, whistling sound from its throat.

"Victory, sit down!"

The man sternly reprimanded the large black dog with commands.

The dog was still very agitated; it had sat down, but it couldn't control its throat.

It sensed a strong threat, its muscles tensed, and it began to bark wildly.

The commotion was so loud that it attracted the attention of others.

"Is that a wolf?"

"No wonder such a big dog is so scared!"

Several men gathered around, their eyes narrowing when they saw the wolf.

Then he noticed that one of them had its head chopped off, and he instantly shrank back, as if he felt a chill run down his neck.

One of the bolder ones glanced at Zhang Yang and asked, "A three-headed wolf! Where did you get it?"

"We shot it in the mountains." Zhang Yang pointed to the bullet hole in the belly of one of the big gray wolves. "We just shot it last night, the wolf meat is still fresh."

Some people have already started swallowing their saliva.

They had seen wolf-hair brushes before, but they had never actually seen these wild wolves in the mountains.

Even though these things are completely dead, you can still tell how ferocious they were when they were alive just by looking at their white wolf fangs!

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhang Yang took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Wolves are not easy to catch; we were just lucky this time!"

"Every part of a wolf is a treasure, especially its teeth, which are excellent for warding off evil spirits and protecting the home! Some children are born with weak constitutions, so their families have to search far and wide to find a wolf tooth that they can buy at a high price to wear as a necklace to protect their lives!"

"Wolf meat goes without saying, it's all muscle! It's incredibly nutritious!"

"Moreover, these three are all large and vigorous creatures, not some old, weak, sick, or disabled ones."

"In the mountains, he's incredibly powerful, the king of the mountains!"

"Eating this wolf meat will make children grow taller quickly, and the elderly will be able to walk briskly!"

"And this wolf pelt...it's absolutely fantastic! Just looking at it makes me feel warm, doesn't it?"

"Wolf bones are also a highly nutritious food."

When Zhang Yang introduced these things, he was very animated, and his presentation was wonderful and engaging, building up to each point in a clear and progressive manner. The listeners were eager to hear more from him!

Some people are engrossed in the lyrics, while others are deeply moved by the underlying values.

A man with a diagonal scar on his face pushed through the crowd of onlookers, stepped forward, and asked, "How much are you planning to sell each one for?"

Zhang Yang remained calm and held up two fingers.

"How many?!"

"two hundred?!"

"This price is astronomical even on the black market! This young man is really bold! He really dares to ask for it!"

Upon hearing the price, some people couldn't help but laugh, "Young man, you've got guts!"

Zhao Dong also thought Zhang Yang was quite bold in asking for it, but thinking about the head hanging in the mountains, Zhao Dong even felt that Zhang Yang had asked for too little!

"This was won with my brother's life!"

"I dare not say how much other people's lives are worth."

"But my brother's life is worth a fortune!"

Zhao Dong then thought of Zhang Yang, who had already become a militia squad leader, and became even more self-righteous.

"If you think it's too expensive, why don't you go hunt wolves yourselves!"

Those around him immediately burst into laughter.

Kill the wolf?

I wouldn't dare.

It's truly a life-or-death gamble; it's extremely dangerous.

"It's okay. If you don't want to buy the whole thing, you can sell the headless one separately."

Zhang Yang didn't want to turn away customers, after all, his place was the most popular in the entire black market.

Popularity equals wealth.

He still needs these people who keep crowding forward to attract his real big customers.

As Zhang Yang spoke, he flipped the headless wolf over.

"Putting everything else aside, this piece of leather alone is worth at least seventy or eighty!"

"Except for a small bullet hole in my right leg, everything else is intact!"

"Send it to a skilled tailor, and he'll definitely make a fine wolf fur vest!"

As soon as Zhang Yang mentioned that he could sell them individually, several people were tempted.

They all asked, "How much do you sell wolf meat for per pound?"

What happens if only one leg is cut off?

"I want a front leg. Name your price!"

Zhang Yang felt a surge of excitement and was about to offer his price one by one when the scarred man suddenly cleared his throat.

"Kid, you're bragging, aren't you? You didn't kill this wolf." He sneered, "You probably stole it!"

Unable to bear seeing Zhang Yang being smeared, Zhao Dong jumped up in a panic, shouting, "What nonsense are you talking about! This is my brother's own hand!"

"Him?" The scarred man flipped over the big gray wolf and the big black wolf. "He took down two wolves with three shots. Does he think he's some kind of superhuman marksman?"

Zhang Yang smiled calmly, "Since you're not really interested in buying, brother, please refrain from asking. I killed the wolves myself; two wolves and three bullets—that's already a waste of ammunition."