[1987] [Northeast Hunter] [Beast-Tracking Compendium] [Get Rich Selling Furs] [Face-Slapping Comeback] [No Saintly Hero]
In 1987, the forestry farm was restructured. Liu Chuan was replaced by the deputy manager’s brother-in-law and kicked off the logging crew.
The day he returned to the village, everyone gathered to watch him make a fool of himself. “Some useless good-for-nothing who couldn’t make it in the city. He can’t even snare a rabbit.”
Liu Chuan said nothing. He slung an empty basket over his back and headed into the hills.
He stepped into a hole and cracked his forehead against a stone shaped like an animal bone. The moment his blood seeped into it, a map lit up in his mind
[Beast-Tracking Compendium activated]
[Scan range: 200 meters]
[Target marked: top-grade Northeast sable, 172 meters due north, moving]
From then on, no animal track in the snow or rustle in the old forest could escape his eyes.
Others relied on luck in the mountains. He relied on the compendium.
One sable pelt brought in 8,000 yuan, a patch of wild ginseng was worth 100,000, and a golden sable fetched 50,000.
Hong Kong merchants competed to buy from him, black-market dealers begged him for supplies, and the deputy manager who had once kicked him out now stood at his door, smiling apologetically.
Liu Chuan lit a cigarette. Beyond the smoke stretched the vast forests of Changbai Mountain.
“From today on, what’s in these mountains is mine to decide.”
The next day, three roe deer.
The third day, a den of blue foxes.
A Hong Kong merchant drove straight to the village entrance and slapped 8,000 yuan in cash on the table. The whole village was left open-mouthed.
From then on, Changbai Mountain had a new “Sable King,” and seventy percent of the Northeast’s black-market fur trade passed through his hands.
