Chapter 223 Tibetan Mastiff Valuation

"But speaking of which, there are many rich people who come here to buy mastiffs!"

While walking towards the Tibetan Mastiff Market, Zhuang Yawen said.

"Oh? Sister, how do you see this? Nie Yun asked Zhuang Yawen with a little doubt.

"It's very simple. Look at the license plates of these SUVs," Zhuang Yawen's big eyes flashed, like a smile. "If it's a local Tibetan's car, the license plate is Qinghai's, and those cars with provincial license plates are basically rich people who go to Yushu to buy mastiffs!"

Hearing Zhuang Yawen's words, drops of sweat fell from Nie Yun's forehead.

After all, I can see at a glance that the clue is coming. Before, Nie Yun was still observing these cars and was going to see the difference between the cars of Tibetans and the cars of rich people in other provinces. Just now, Nie Yun saw that there were Tibetan ethnic ornaments hanging on the car. Nie Yun was quite happy and thought that he had found the difference between Tibetan cars and cars from other provinces... Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yawen's method of distinguishing was a hundred times better than his own... He glanced at it casually and found that there were indeed many precious cars in other provinces.

Yushu is not as good as those big cities in Yanjing and Shanghai. The road conditions are not very good. Even if you buy a famous car, it is mainly SUV off-road, such as Zhuang Yawen's Ferrari sports car. I really haven't seen half of it.

"Let's go. There are already a lot of Tibetan mastiffs over there. Go and have a look!"

Zhuang Yawen said, and the two walked to the Tibetan Mastiff Market.

The Tibetan Mastiff market here is almost the same as a rural market. In an open space, there are several rows of cement tables. Some Tibetans or dog dealers lead their big dogs and let the big dogs squat on the cement table for dog buyers to watch and choose.

Although it's only early in the morning, there are already 40 or 50 Tibetan mastiffs here. The vast majority of them are adult mastiffs. Under the adult mastiffs, there is a cage and a small mastiff. They are all the size of two or three months. They are simple-headed and quite cute. The adult mastiff above is usually the parents of the little mastiff, or the brothers and sisters who have the same parents and are born a few early. Seeing the appearance of these parents or brothers and sisters, you can also have a general understanding of what the little mastiff will look like in the future.

These big mastiffs are generally not sold. If someone inquires about it, it will basically open to two or three million. Such adult mastiffs, more than one million, only four or five transactions a year.

At this moment, there are not many people in this market who have seen Mastiffs in other places.

Before they could walk into the market, Nie Yun and Zhuang Yawen saw that there was a group of people around a middle-aged man in his forties beside the market. From time to time, Tibetans or dog dealers take the Tibetan mastiff over and let the middle-aged man watch it.

Nie Yun and Zhuang Yawen were a little curious and looked over there.

"Brother, what are you doing over there?"

He gently patted a 30-year-old man in front of him, and Nie Yun asked.

"This is Mr. Zhang Xueren, vice president of the China Tibetan Mastiff Association, who valued the Tibetan mastiff here. If you buy a Tibetan mastiff and want to see whether you have made a profit or a loss, you can let President Zhang take a look. There is no charge for free. Some Tibetans also showed the Tibetan mastiffs they were going to sell to President Zhang. Chairman Zhang estimated the high price, and they basically didn't have to worry about selling them at a low price!" The man explained to Nie Yun.

"Tibetan Mastiff valuation?" Hearing this man say this, Nie Yun and Zhuang Yawen were also interested and squeezed towards this side, ready to watch.

At this moment, this vice president of Xueren is staring at a huge adult Tibetan mastiff. A Tibetan man grabbed the collar of the Tibetan mastiff and looked at Zhang Xueren with an expectant face.

Tibetan Mastiff is different from other dogs.

If it's Demu, squat on the dog market. If they want to buy it, go and touch it twice. Demu will never bite people. It's not even a big problem for you to open its mouth and look at its teeth.

The Tibetan Mastiff's temper is not so good. Perhaps, when its owner grabs it, you can touch it twice and look at it, but if you look at it for a long time, it will be hairy if it is not done well, and even bite people, which is very possible.

So Zhang Xueren looked at these Tibetan mastiffs, but when their owners grabbed them, they looked at them with their eyes and rarely touched them.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Xueren straightened up.

"Brother, your mastiff is good. Why do you want to sell it? It's kept at home. It's at least two million, but if you want to do it, it's cheap. After all, this is not a little mastiff. It has to be more than three years old, right? 300,000 is also it, and 400,000 is also it. In short, it is not easy to exceed 500,000!" Zhang Xueren said to the Tibetan.

Hearing Zhang Xueren's words, the Tibetan people's slightly red face directly changed from red to green.

Tibetans here may not know much about Chinese characters, or they may not speak standard Chinese, but they can still understand Zhang Xueren's standard Mandarin. Hearing Zhang Xueren say that the Tibetan mastiff sold for less than 500,000 yuan, this middle-aged Tibetan was obviously very disappointed.

"Thank you, President Zhang!" He thanked Zhang Xueren with words that were lame but understandable. The middle-aged Tibetan sighed and walked into the market. Although Zhang Xueren's valuation did not meet expectations, he was also going to sell this big Tibetan mastiff.

"This Tibetan should have raised a mastiff, and he can only use the big mastiff to fill the fund gap." Zhuang Yawen whispered in front of Nie Yun.

Raising Tibetan mastiffs is not necessarily to make money. Yushu's Tibetan mastiffs are indeed famous all over the country, but there are very few that can sell hundreds of thousands of yuan. Sometimes, a female mastiff is seeded with 20,000 to 30,000 yuan at a time, and then raised to wait for the baby, and then continue to feed the baby. Thousands of poor-looking cubs are not wanted by anyone, and in the end, they may even be sold for hundreds of yuan.

It's even more unlucky to encounter a disease disaster. It's normal to lose hundreds of thousands of yuan for the death of pieces.

This middle-aged Tibetan man obviously broke his money and had no funds to fill it, so he had to sell this adult Tibetan mastiff.

"Is there anyone else who wants to evaluate?" After valuating the price of this Tibetan mastiff, Zhang Xueren said loudly.

"Me!"

At this time, a twenty-five or six-year-old well-dressed young man came out, held a snow-white little mastiff, and put it in front of Zhang Xueren: "President Zhang, please give me a valuation of this little snow mastiff!"

"Oh? Is this the little mastiff you just bought? Zhang Xueren took a look at the young man.

"Hehe, I just bought it over there. Please show me what the price is!" The young man said with a smile. While speaking, he was still a little proud on his face. Obviously, the young man was quite satisfied with his little Xue'ao. I even thought that I picked up a leak and bought this little Tibetan mastiff.

"Let me have a look..." Zhang Xueren said, reaching out and holding the little snow mastiff.

The little snow mastiff was snow-white, only two months old. He was picked up by Zhang Xueren and whined, and his round head was so cute.

Zhang Xueren looked twice, touched the bone, and couldn't help frowning.

"Young man, take the liberty to ask, how much did you buy this snow mastiff?" Zhang Xueren asked the young man.

"Ha ha, it's not very expensive. I won 200,000 yuan. The Tibetan uncle asked for 500,000 yuan, saying that it was the best snow mastiff. I saw that the little mastiff was also good, so I bought it at a low price!" The young man said with a smile.

"The best snow mastiff?" Zhang Xueren smiled.

"Young man, take this mastiff back and keep it well. It's not the best snow mastiff, but it's not bad that you can keep the price down. This snow mastiff... is not very pure. If it is raised, there may be variegated hairs, but it does not affect the overall perception. There is no big problem to say that it is a snow mastiff!" Zhang Xueren said.

Hearing Zhang Xueren say that the little mastiff was not a purebred snow mastiff, and even grew up with miscellaneous hair, the young man's face immediately became very ugly.

Although Zhang Xueren did not estimate a specific price for this little snow mastiff, no matter how stupid the young man was, he also knew that this impure snow mastiff could not be sold at all. This time, he was cheated by his Tibetan compatriots!

But when it comes to buying a mastiff, one is willing to beat and the other is willing to suffer, and he can't blame others. Who told him to take action so eagerly?

The onlookers around

shook their heads. The Tibetan Mastiff Market is open for three days at a time. There is a lot of time. Now it is only the first morning. The young man is eager to buy the Mastiff. Even if Zhang Xueren does not give an appraisal and evaluation, the people around him also know that this young man is probably a tragedy!

"Do you still need to estimate the price of the mastiff?"

After the valuation of Xiaoxue Mastiff, Zhang Xueren said again. He is also new here today. He is energetic. It's nothing to look at a few more mastiffs. If it was the third day, he had seen too much and was a little aesthetically tired, he would not have taken the initiative to ask whose mastiffs wanted to evaluate.

"We have a piece of it here!"

At this time, a woman's voice sounded suddenly.

"Sister?"

Nie Yun was stunned and turned his head to look at Zhuang Yawen next to him. What he just said was not someone else, but Zhuang Yawen beside Nie Yun.

"Let President Zhang evaluate the charcoal ball!" Zhuang Yawen smiled at Nie Yun, and then stretched out her hands to push the shoulders of the charcoal ball forward, "Let's get out of the way, Chairman Zhang, please take a look at this mastiff!"

With that, Zhuang Yawen had pushed the charcoal ball to Zhang Xueren. In the past few months, the charcoal ball has grown a little bigger, slightly larger than the ordinary Tibetan mastiff, which is not much worse than the giant Caucasus. Now it is pushed by Zhuang Yawen to the middle of the crowd, which is even more huge.

Speaking with Zhang Xueren, Zhuang Yawen let go of her hand, took a step back, and let Zhang Xueren observe the charcoal ball.

"Girl, you are an adult mastiff. Why don't you even bring a collar? Don't show it to me, bite people!" After only looking at the charcoal ball, Zhang Xueren immediately hissed and took a cold breath.

Although Zhang Xueren dared to hold the little snow mastiff to observe before, after all, it was a little mastiff. Now the charcoal ball is dozens of times larger than the little snow mastiff, giving Zhang Xueren a hundred courage, and Zhang Xueren did not dare to approach the charcoal ball to observe. The charcoal ball really wants to stand up, one head taller than Zhang Xueren, and can bite Zhang Xueren's neck in one bite...

(to be continued)