Outside Zhao Jun's family home.
Li Baoyu watched the Liberation truck disappear into the vast darkness of the night, then turned to Zhao Jun beside him. "Brother," he asked, "are we going to hunt those three bears?"
The food and wine had been excellent that night, but Li Baoyu hadn't drunk much. That was because Zhao Jun had said they were going to Lingnan first thing in the morning to sell the Ginseng and Bear Gall.
But now, Zhao Jun was telling him to bring his gun and head into the mountains in the morning. Li Baoyu instantly understood what was happening.
Just that evening at the dinner table, Jie Zhong and Jie Chen had talked about being chased by a bear that afternoon. In Li Baoyu's eyes, hunting these Black Bears in the mountains was definitely a profitable venture.
That's right. He was already thinking of the Black Bears as a gang.
Three Black Bears meant three Bear Galls. Even if two were small, that was still a lot of money.
