After a moment, a young boy handed over a gallbladder covered in mucus.
This gallbladder looked larger than an adult's fist, with veins crisscrossing its surface, showing no abnormalities on the outside.
Qi Yun took out a plastic bag he had prepared in advance, endured the stench, and placed the gallbladder into the bag. He then handed it to Zhong Rui to put in the car.
He wasn't interested in watching the slaughter that followed, so he said to the driver, "Ask him if he wants to buy this ox."
The driver was puzzled. They had just bought the ox, and now they were selling it again?
He cast a suspicious glance at Qi Yun but didn't ask further, conveying the message to the stall owner, and the two men had another round of communication.
"Boss, he says the ox is too old, and the meat isn't good. He can only offer six thousand yuan."
Qi Yun nodded. He already had what he wanted, so six thousand would do. There was no way to deal with several hundred pounds of beef otherwise.
