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Chapter 994 - 530 Proud Tiger Da_4

Chapter 994: Chapter 530 Proud Tiger Da_4

"We all know that Boss Yan has a lot of animals, and to be honest, it’s our city’s responsibility to manage them. Instead, all this has been pushed onto your shoulders."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei thought, what? Are they going to compensate me now?

Indeed, he then heard Director Wu continue, "You know, those tigers are said to be entrusted to your care, and you probably shouldn’t expect anyone to take charge of them in a day or two. Moreover, it’s troublesome to protect animals. Even if you’re the one taking care of them, there are all sorts of regulations. Here’s what I’m thinking, you’ve already spent quite a bit of money on them, and regardless of whether we can get this issue resolved or not, I’ll try to help you apply for some compensation so you can make a bit of money from them."

"Make money from them?" Yan Fei was astonished.

"For instance, you could put them in cages and charge people for taking photos with them. You charge an admission fee for visitors, aren’t these income sources?" suggested Director Wu with a smile. "We certainly can’t expect you to keep them for free and only lose money without even making a bit of your investment back, right?"

Despite Director Wu’s simplification, Yan Fei, who was familiar with such matters, knew that it wasn’t so easy.

There have been places where protected animals were entrusted to private caretakers, but although they were allowed to take care of them, they could definitely not use the animals for profit—that’s why those who helped breed them either starved or turned into private zoos.

Furthermore, there were other regulations. For example, if a tiger died, it wasn’t as people imagined that tiger bones were valuable items to be quickly stripped of skin and disarticulated.

Definitely not. Even if the tiger really did die, it had to be reported, and then the body had to be preserved in a cold storage, waiting to be dealt with by the relevant departments. Without official authorization, it was absolutely not permissible for private individuals to handle the matter randomly—if the departments never took care of it, the body had to be preserved indefinitely.

Of course, Old Wu wasn’t suggesting that Yan Fei should kill the tiger and eat its meat. In reality, what he was talking about, making profit from these animals, was equivalent to running a private zoo. Everyone knew that private zoos were still a gray area. Getting approval was not only extremely difficult, but Yan’s current wealth might not even be enough.

So what Old Wu was doing was essentially using local rules to handle the situation, obtaining some temporary permits from the city’s relevant departments. If anyone asked, this was considered special handling of special matters—if anyone had an issue with it, let them cough up the money for all the beef the animals ate. After all, there had never been an expectation that someone should contribute labor and money without getting anything in return.

Yan was knowledgeable about animal-related matters, but he hadn’t paid much attention to private zoos—such an endeavor was not just difficult, it was nearly impossible. Not even the provincial authorities had the power to grant approval.

However, he wasn’t particularly interested in this idea. Charging entry fees that weren’t worth much would only offend his local community and elders. Was he, Boss Yan, a person of such short-sightedness?

When Old Wu noticed that Yan was indifferent to making money, he immediately became anxious. For him, getting Yan to ask for more money to feed the tigers was much harder than helping him apply for some temporary permits—finance was always tight nowadays, but stamping approval didn’t cost anything; it was truly a win-win situation.

Of course, this depended on the individual. The quality of care Yan provided for the animals had been proven over time. If even the fiercest tiger was obedient, he believed the care for other animals wouldn’t be lacking. Since Boss Yan had such skills and an ’affinity’ for animals, the risks involved in dealing with this matter were minimal, as low as they could possibly be.

Otherwise, with someone else, even if one argued to the skies, the city would never casually issue such a permit—it would be downright irresponsible to one’s own position.

Seeing that Yan remained uninterested, Old Wu briefly pondered and realized he had spoken incorrectly again—after all, the man opposite him was also a boss, someone who could earn tens of millions a year. Having him collect entrance fees in that remote area was nonsensical. Given the nature of Sancha River, even if these permits were temporary, even if they genuinely allowed him to open a zoo, it still might not recoup the investment in his lifetime.

Consequently, Old Wu found himself in a conundrum.