frightfiction Chapter 367 Cooperation Agreement, Hunting the Golden Eagle
Chapter 367 Cooperation Agreement, Hunting the Golden Eagle
Contracting for quarrying is not easy; the procedures are extremely complicated. After the land was distributed to individual households, policies gradually loosened, allowing for the acquisition of various permits. However, obtaining a permit through layers of approvals is not easy.
It can take anywhere from three to five months to three to five years.
Chen Xiangqian and Li Ju'an sat in the office, discussing the details and procedures of the quarrying industry with Captain Zhang. Captain Zhang frowned, his expression full of hesitation.
Suddenly, Captain Zhang said, "Li Ju'an, you're just a hunter, how could you have so much money?"
He couldn't understand how anyone could possibly come up with such a large sum of money during the more than twenty years of scarcity and rationing. Those who could afford it would have been living in cowsheds long ago.
Li Ju'an grinned and said, "Team Leader Zhang, as long as the project is promising and the permits can be obtained, we won't have to worry about finding investors."
Captain Zhang looked at his determined expression and bright eyes, and took a deep breath.
He felt a wavering sense of being persuaded, and a thought popped into his head: If this young man really wanted to do it, he might actually succeed!
In the afternoon, Li Ju'an borrowed a landline from Qingkedi and called Pang Duolai to inquire about two people.
One was Mrs. Qin, the owner of a Hong Kong auction house, and the other was Sun Jiarong, a real estate developer in Hong Kong.
These two people were his business partners in his previous life. He knew their preferences very well; Sun Jiarong disliked cilantro but loved sesame paste. As for Boss Qin's wife, she had a red mole on her left waist and a pink birthmark under her armpit, making her quite alluring.
Pang Duolai frequented the social circles of southern merchants, so he naturally knew Boss Qin, but he didn't know Sun Jiarong.
Li Ju'an laughed and said, "It's alright. We have Sister Qin's phone number, and we naturally have Sun Jiarong's phone number too."
Pang Duo was curious about how he knew, how could a hunter from the Xing'an Mountains know someone he didn't even know.
Li Ju'an said, "Sun Jiarong can call Sister Qin 'Mom'."
Pang Duolai suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone, blinked, realized what was going on, and cursed, "Really? Rich people really know how to have fun."
Li Ju'an naturally knew Qin's wife's preferences, because he had suffered a lot from this woman in his previous life. She was playful, extravagant, and uninhibited, and he always complained bitterly about it.
He knew the ordinary way to avoid getting Mrs. Qin's attention, but this woman loved fur the most. The more novel and exotic the everyday items made of fur, the better they would suit her taste.
Captain Zhang was still sitting at his desk, deep in thought, looking at the sample that Li Ju'an had drawn up for him. He felt a tingling, throbbing pain on his scalp.
He certainly wanted the barley fields to be transformed and thrive, but he was also afraid to take that step.
If he gets criticized by his superiors, he might lose his position as the brigade leader.
Li Ju'an's last words dispelled his doubts, and he looked up at him. Li Ju'an said to him, "Team Leader Zhang, so many villages and hamlets have disappeared from the land. Those hamlets that remain are blessed by their ancestors. With Team Leader Zhang protecting the barley fields, this land will no longer be barren, and the population will increase. Tractors and construction teams will come in, and the entrance to the hamlet will be connected to a main road."
Captain Zhang was a man of strong emotions. Upon hearing this, he seemed to already see the highways at the entrance of the village, leading to the prosperous south and other towns and cities. The bustling metropolises he envisioned seemed to be connected to the barley fields by just one highway.
The barley fields are no longer dilapidated and filled with elderly people; fresh blood will come in, just like the vibrant group of educated youth in the production brigade.
Captain Zhang stood up, put his hands behind his back, took a few steps, and said earnestly to Li Ju'an, "Li Pao, I will seriously consider it. Li Pao, please leave your contact information so we can stay in touch in the future."
Chen Xiangqian grinned, teased the big tiger at his feet, and winked at Li Ju'an, as if to say: You're awesome, bro! You're the best.
Li Ju'an wrote down contact information, which was the landline number of Yang Dezheng's office in Lijiatun, and said, "When everyone has a phone in the future, I can write down my phone number for Captain Zhang when I come. Let's use Captain Yang's phone number for now."
Captain Zhang watched the two young men's departing figures, his emotions rising and falling like the tide.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing: that everyone would have a telephone from now on?
This machine was specially arranged by him to be repaired and installed in the village. It was the only one of its kind within a five-kilometer radius, making it a treasure.
He nodded, watching Li Ju'an's departing figure, his heart filled with emotion.
That old fox Yang Dezheng wasn't exaggerating after all. Li Ju'an really does live up to what Yang Dezheng said, making one want to talk more and learn more.
……
Before leaving the barley field, Li Ju'an took four large pieces of hind leg meat from a argali sheep, intending to eat them on the road. He took the male argali sheep's horns and two whole pieces of prepared raw leather. He left the other cuts for Grandpa Zhao, asking Grandma Zhao to stew them for the villagers in the barley field to share.
These past two days, the barley field has been hosting a grand feast. The dishes are all roasted lamb, lamb shank, lamb kidneys, lamb tenderloin, stir-fried lamb...
The villagers, going from house to house, ate with gusto, their mouths greasy with oil. Zhang's nephew ate heartily, then brought out his homemade rice wine, offering Li Ju'an a large cup and laughing heartily, "This is homemade by our uncle, try it, isn't it delicious!"
Li Ju'an was not going to be polite about the wine that Captain Zhang had personally brewed.
He tilted his head back and gulped down a cup of rice wine, finding it quite interesting. It was mellow, with a hint of sweetness, not overpowering at all, and had a touch of southern flavor.
He smiled and said to Zhang's nephew, "You must have gotten pecked by eagles a lot here. Come visit our Lijiatun sometime, and I'll take you to see the south."
When Zhang's nephew started talking about this, he was wide awake, grinning and snuggling up to him, pleading, "Li Pao, that golden eagle is so annoying, can you shoot it down?"
"It's just a matter of a word."
Li Ju'an used the deer burrow he had dug earlier to make a lid for it. He used tendons to bind grass and branches together, weaving a lid to conceal the trap. After the lid was finished, he placed it over the trap.
Zhang's nephew was dumbfounded and asked him, "Why are you using a hole? Aren't golden eagles in the air? Can you catch a golden eagle by digging a hole?"
Li Ju'an said, "Being a hunter is not just about knowing how to shoot, train dogs, and tame eagles; it's about using the simplest and most direct methods."
Neither Zhang's nephew nor Chen Xiangqian could understand it, but Grandpa Zhao smiled with narrowed eyes and remained silent.
Birds can see more colors than humans, so he needs to make his camouflage more perfect. He turned the golden eagle's extraordinary eyesight into his own advantage.
The lid is finished. This lid is quite different; it's made of wire, section by section, and covered with a lot of grass and branches, making it look like a flat area.
He placed a stool, a small stool, and a table in the deer cellar to elevate it, then jumped in and closed the lid.
He shouted to the outside world, "Give me some bait, or I'll have to wait for days and nights."
Rabbit carcasses are usually used as bait for golden eagles because they are their favorite food.
If it were other food, such as lamb leg, it might have taken the golden eagle quite a while to attract it, and Li Ju'an would have had to suffer in the deer cellar for several days.
After thinking it over and over, Grandpa Zhao and Chen Xiangqian still couldn't find the rabbit's carcass.
Suddenly, Chen Xiangqian stared at Zhang's nephew and shouted, "Here comes the bait!"