The dark-skinned man also put away his fierce look, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying, bowed and nodded as he approached, "Uncle Ghost, tough journey."
The old farmer known as Uncle Ghost swept his cloudy eyes over them without saying a word and walked straight to the pile of bloody goods.
He squatted down, like a picky buyer selecting cabbages at the market.
The dark-skinned man flattered beside him, his voice deliberately lowered, as if boasting of his achievements, "Uncle Ghost, look, all top-notch goods."
"This clouded leopard skin, freshly skinned less than three days ago, not a scratch on it. Just this piece, those bosses on the black market wouldn't even think about it without twenty thousand!"
Uncle Ghost ignored his boasting, only pinching the fur with his rough fingers, then in a tone devoid of any emotion, he began his on-the-spot valuation.
"The skin is indeed good, no damage. Market price is twenty thousand, I'll estimate it at eighteen thousand."
