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Chapter 17： Plucking a pig's fur with bare hands

Im was startled by the sound of the wooden board being tapped and then heard Glenn's question. He stammered, 'Two... twenty-one coppers...'

'Twenty-one? Only one bella for a chicken? You're quite a salesman. There was a look of surprise on Glenn's face, followed by a sneer.

Im, who had been mocked, dared not speak, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Suddenly, a hand reached quickly into Im's pocket containing the copper coins and then quickly withdrew. Im looked up in surprise to see Glenn counting something in his hand.

'These are my copper coins...' He had just spoken when Glenn stopped him with a glance.

'No more, no less, twenty-one copper coins, please keep them, madam.

Glenn carefully placed the copper coins in the palm of the old woman's hand and then returned the package of chicken to Im.

Come here, I can sell you meat at a better price.

He held out his hand, and the old woman followed, her face blank with confusion.

They came to the black pig, and the ugly animal in front of them made the old woman hesitate involuntarily, wondering if she should eat its meat or not.

Ladies and gentlemen! Come and see! Something good is going to happen here today! Whether you believe it or not, it won't hurt to come and see...'

Glenn suddenly shouted loudly to the surrounding area, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around him. Whether they were shopping, sitting in a carriage or just passing through the middle of the street, they all turned their attention here.

As the crowd gathered, Glenn stopped shouting and spoke in a clear voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, whether you have ever worried about the price of meat or not, you should all be hoping to buy cheaper raw meat, right? And now I am offering you such an opportunity. I will only charge four copper coins for each Bella!

Hearing this, the crowd inevitably whispered to each other, all quietly waiting for the rest of the story.

Im, on the other hand, immediately looked over with a very unpleasant expression.

Four copper coins per bella? That is indeed a very cheap price, but this thing is a black pig, can the meat be tasty?

'You can buy some to try at home, it's not expensive anyway.

After a short pause, Glenn pricked up his ears and listened to the discussion for a while. In his heart he had a good idea. He had tasted the meat of this black pig before. Although it had not been castrated, there was no obvious fishy smell and the taste was definitely good.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to show you a real trick. Watch closely as I pull the hair from the pig with my bare hands...'

Before the 'audience' could react, Glenn was already in action. A fine layer of hair had grown on his hands to protect the palms, and no one else noticed.

His arms moved at lightning speed. Whether that speed was of any use was beside the point, the visual effect was wonderful and the crowd let out several exclamations.

The sound of the bristles being pulled from the skin was incessant, and small piles of bristles began to accumulate around the cart. The people could also see that the black pig, which had originally been pitch black, had become a hairless pig.

Glenn's palms were like sandpaper, easily scraping off the tiny bristles that grew in tricky places. The plucking only took ten minutes.

Finally, the pig's hair was swept off the cart and what was presented to everyone was a clean, sleek, fat pig.

Glenn faced the 'audience', mouth open, bowed and received enthusiastic cheers and applause.

That was wonderful!

'A perfect performance!

'Unbelievable!

The woman Glenn had invited also applauded vigorously, her wrinkled face full of surprised smiles.

After a moment of quiet enjoyment, Glenn straightened up, his face still beaming with that refreshing smile.

Okay, thank you all, really, the show is over, it's time to get back to business. I'm going to sell the meat to this lady first, you can all watch, don't miss it if you want.

He held out his hand and waved to the old woman.

When she stepped forward, Glenn asked, 'Ma'am, how much would you like to buy?

'I... I want twenty-one coppers' worth of meat.

That's just over five bella. How about this: you're my first customer, so I'll give you an extra bella, making it six bella!

With the crowd as witnesses, Glenn took out the dagger he had kept at his waist all along, expertly dismembered the black pig and borrowed a scale from the fruit stand next door.

The scale was semi-circular and looked rather clumsy, but its accuracy was still reliable.

A total of six bella's worth of pork was delivered into the old woman's arms, and she couldn't hold it.

It looks like you're having trouble carrying it, so I'll help you tie it up. It will be better if you put it on your back.

Glenn felt that the old woman was having a hard time, so he used the other person's cloth bag to make a simple backpack, put the meat in the backpack and helped the old woman carry it on her back.

That is much better, thank you, my boy. The old woman really liked Glenn's attitude, a kind of enthusiasm she had never felt from other stall owners.

People were waiting in the wings from the start. As soon as the old lady had finished shopping, several middle-aged women came up and offered to buy it.

Give me four bella worth of meat first! Thank you!

'I'll take five bella!

'Two bella...'

Glenn's face remained unchanged as he cheerfully greeted the enthusiastic customers.

You'll see, once you've tried it, that the chicken is the best part... Im's eyes are red as he looks out at the crowd gathering not far away, chopping the chicken as finely as he can with the meat cleaver.

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Duder police station.

A young man in a dark police uniform pushes open the dark brown door and holds up a document.

Three middle-aged policemen appear to be discussing something and stop when they see someone pushing open the door.

What is it?' asks the one in charge, who has a bushy moustache.

It's about the missing child again. A couple said their eleven-year-old was missing and crying outside,' the visitor replied.

I knew it. Two little girls reported it yesterday, and now this,' the man with the moustache said, rubbing his forehead.

They live outside the city. Their child disappeared three days ago. They thought he got lost in the woods and only came to report it two days later.

'I see,' said the man with the moustache, waving his hand. Then, as if he remembered something, he asked, 'Has Bob found him yet?

A worker said he thought he saw him yesterday. We can confirm that he's still in town, but we don't know where he's hiding,' the young policeman replied immediately.

OK, keep looking.

'Yes, sir.

The young policeman bowed, then pushed open the door and left.

Captain, we need to pay a visit to this young man named Glenn,' a police officer with a long face and wide eyebrows said in a serious tone.

The policeman called Captain, whose eyebrows were knitted together, said after a few seconds in a conciliatory tone, 'The situation is special, so this is the only way.

Then another policeman, slightly out of breath, pushed open the door and said, "Captain, the person called Glenn has come to town.

Everyone stood up, looking eager. The leader said quietly, 'Let's go.