A whole folded bison hide filled a suitcase.

The large mesh leather texture instantly made the old man exclaim: "Madefak!! Have you really got it? Is this bison leather?"

Zhou Li'an still said nothing, placed the box on the ground, and spread the bison skin on the counter.

The leather is dark red and slightly hard.

Zhou Li'an clearly saw the old man's Adam's apple rolling several times, and he had already made a calculation in his mind: "Purely handmade vegetable-tanned cowhide, let me know the price..."

The old man subconsciously opened his mouth.

Zhou Li'an interrupted with a sneer: "If you give me 1,500 knives, I will turn around and leave. You can give it a try."

"Fake..." the old man stopped, cursed, then held up the tortoiseshell eyes on his face, looked at Zhou Li'an seriously, and for the first time changed into a poor Yue Pu: "Ah, handsome boy, what should I call you?

La?"

"Zhou Li'an."

"Ah Chow Sang, we are all compatriots, we don't deceive our own people... How about 2,000 US dollars?"

"5000." Zhou Li'an didn't even blink.

The old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "No way, 2500."

"5500."

"???" The old man's eyes widened, and he almost jumped out of the street with his words stuck in his throat.

He could see that Zhou Li'an was not easy to fool, and since he didn't play the emotional card yesterday, it was impossible to use compatriots to build relationships now.

The old man switched to English and looked serious: "$3,000, this is the actual price. Unless you go to a big city to find channels, no one in Oregon will bid higher than me."

"3500."

"Impossible!"

"I have 34."

"No... what the hell." The old man's face turned red. He hurriedly walked out of the counter, locked the door, and pulled down the rolling shutter door.
Chapter completed!