Hanging up the phone, Zheng Jing found the number he had just written down and called.

After the phone was connected, Zheng Jing explained his intentions.

The man opposite was stunned for a moment when he heard that Zheng Jing had the corpse of a tiger in his hand, and then gave him an address.

Noting down the address, Zheng Jing came to the garage and drove away.

Coming to Pingyang District, Haiyang City, Zheng Jing followed the navigation to a village called Fangjiazhuang.

"Uncle, is there a person named Fang Ping here?"

"Where did you come from?"

"I'm from Xuanwu District."

"Oh, you go straight from here, turn in at the last intersection, and the last one is there."

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

Following the route said by the uncle, Zheng Jing found Fang Ping's house.

Seeing that there was no one, Zheng Jing put down the back seat of the car and then took out the tiger's corpse.

Seeing the unchanged tiger corpse, Zheng Jing walked down and knocked on the door.

"Dongdong, Dongdong!"

"Here we are."

"Squeak!"

The footsteps were getting closer, and as the door was opened, a middle-aged man with a meaty face saw him.

The man looked at Zheng Jing, then at his car, and asked, "Zheng Jing?"

"You are Brother Fang Ping, I'm Zheng Jing."

"Come in."

Following the man in, Zheng Jing walked behind and looked at the courtyard.

The yard is very clean, and at a glance you can see that the family is very diligent.

"Come, sit."

The two sat down, and Fang Ping asked, "You said you have the corpse of a tiger?"

Zheng Jing nodded: "Yes, the corpse is in the car now."

Fang Ping heard that the tiger's corpse had been brought over, and asked curiously, "What you said on the phone is true?" Was this tiger really fought in Bangladesh? ”

Fang Ping's mind was still a little dazed, he couldn't imagine how the young man in front of him brought the tiger's corpse back to China.

"Of course it's true, you'll know if you've seen it."

"Don't worry, there are a lot of people outside now, and the corpses are being moved in at night."

Seeing Zheng Jing standing up, Fang Ping hurriedly stopped him.

"It really scared me to hear that you had a tiger carcass on the phone just now, and I still can't believe that you actually hit a tiger."

"Come and drink water."

"Thank you!" Taking the mineral water, Zheng Jing said: "This is also a coincidence, I was shooting a video in the primeval forest at that time.

I was so frightened when I heard the cry of a tiger that I didn't dare to move, because I knew that the tiger was going to attack me, so I had to kill it. ”

Fang Ping nodded after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Then there's nothing wrong with killing it."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the back to see the tools."

"Okay!"

Follow Fang Ping to the backyard, where there is a house with a lot of slaughtering tools.

"I usually slaughter here." Fang Ping said to Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing nodded.

"This place is good, what time does it start at night?"

Fang Ping looked at the time, it was two hours.

………

Two hours passed quickly, and after dark, Zheng Jing and Fang Ping came outside.

After seeing that there was no one on the street, Zheng Jing opened the car door, and the two carried the tiger's body inside.

Because Fang Ping's job is private slaughtering, the people who come to him are somewhat special, so the place where he lives is not only remote, but there are no street lights and cameras outside.

Carrying the tiger to the slaughterhouse, Fang Ping was already exhausted and panting.

"Aren't you tired?"

Seeing that Zheng Jing didn't take a breath in the air, Fang Ping was very surprised.

This physical strength is too strong, isn't it?

"It's okay, my hands are a little sore."

He rubbed his wrist as he spoke.

What else can Fang Ping say? That's it.

"Was this shot with a gun?"

Fang Ping looked at the exploded tiger head, a little pity.

The brains are gone.

"Yes, the bodyguards hit him with a submachine gun." Zheng Jingke will not admit that he beat him.

Fang Ping also knew Zheng Jing's profession, and it was not surprising that he had bodyguards.

"The tiger's carcass is very well preserved, so I'll talk about the price first.

I'll break down this tiger for you. I'll get you the whip, bones, and meat.

I don't know how to concoct tiger skins, you can only find professional people.

So, give me 30,000 dollars. ”

Fang Ping told Zheng Jing a price after reading it.

Zheng Jing also agreed when he heard this price.

"Do you know the master of leather?"

Fang Ping prepared the tools, thought for a while and said, "I really know a master, but he doesn't seem to be in the country now."

"Then do you know what country he's in?"

Fang Ping shook his head: "I don't know, I can help you ask."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

"What's the trouble here, it's just a phone call."

Fang Ping put down his tools, took out his mobile phone and made a call in front of Zheng Jing.

"Hey, Lao Liu, I'm Fang Ping, do you know where Old Feng is now?"

"Yes, I have a friend who wants him to help."

"Passed away? Oh well, it's fine. ”

Hanging up the phone, Fang Ping said to Zheng Jing: "My friend said that Old Feng passed away last year and can't help you."

"It's a pity, in this case, I'd better keep the tiger skin, and go back to learn how to make leather on the Internet."

"You're right. It is not difficult to say that it is difficult to make leather, but it takes a long time. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll quickly separate the corpse."

Zheng Jing stood aside and watched Fang Ping dismantle the tiger's corpse.

Seeing him peel off the tiger skin from the corpse like a cloud, Zheng Jing was shocked.

No wonder Uncle Chen recommended him to this place.

"You should keep this tiger skin well, be careful, and don't put it in a damp place."

Fang Ping handed the tiger skin to Zheng Jing, and instructed him to take some precautions.

Taking over the tiger skin, Zheng Jing saw that there was still a skin membrane on the inside of the tiger skin.

These films can only be made by professional techniques after he learns how to make skins.

As a butcher, Fang Ping's craftsmanship was nothing to say, and he quickly divided the joints on the tiger's body.

After more than half an hour, the whole tiger has been completely separated.

Fang Ping wiped his sweat and took out three large bags from the drawer on the side, and then the two of them packed the tiger meat.

The tiger is almost 400 catties, and there are still more than 300 catties after decomposing.

"These bags are custom-made by me, so they don't bleed out and can't get into the car."

Fang Ping said while tying the strap.

"When you go back, you have to freeze it quickly, otherwise it will stink and you won't be able to eat it then."

Also, don't eat too much when you eat, and don't let people know. ”

The two put three bags of tiger meat in the car, and Zheng Jing also asked for a basin of tiger blood, and another basin was left for Fang Ping, this is the rule.

"One Sword Alone"

"Brother Fang, the money has already been sent to you, I'll leave first."

"Okay, be careful when you go back, you can find me next time you have something."

"Okay, no problem."

Seeing the car leave, Fang Ping looked around and hurried back.

After leaving Fangjiazhuang, Zheng Jing directly collected the tiger meat and tiger blood behind the car into the space.

Smelling the smell of blood in the car, Zheng Jing did not leave in a hurry, but opened the window and turned on the air conditioner and waited for a while.

Waiting until the smell of blood in the car dissipated, Zheng Jing drove away.

…………

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when I got home.

Locking the courtyard door, Zheng Jing returned to the house.

Sitting on the sofa, Zheng Jing took out his mobile phone and sent a message back to Fang Ping.

"I'm home."

Soon, Fang Ping's message was replied.

"Then I'll be relieved."

Putting down the phone, Zheng Jing took out some food from the space and filled his stomach.

He hasn't eaten much yet.

After eating, he returned to the bedroom, and Zheng Jing went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Although he didn't decompose the tiger's carcass, there was still some smell stuck to it.

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, Zheng Jing found that the time had come to the early hours of the morning.

Originally, I wanted to play with my mobile phone, but now I look at it and forget it.

Let's sleep.