Comrade Old Wang, hearing Yan Fei's request for a reward, felt quite helpless. Knowing that the lad had familial ties with his son-in-law, he didn't want to refuse outrightly. So he explained, "I don't have the final say on this matter, what can I do! What do you want? Our Forestry Bureau is broke; we have no funds to award you."
Yan Fei had a very clear goal: "Just give me a tiger skin, I don't need money!"
Hearing Yan Fei's request for a tiger skin, Comrade Old Wang waved his hands frantically, "That can't be done. I really don't have the power to do that. These things need to be turned in; I can't give you any."
What a miser, Yan Fei almost rolled his eyes.
He didn't care about the reward, but shouldn't he cover up for his private collection of tiger skin with a proper explanation?
Seeing that there was no hope in getting a reward, Yan Fei silently mourned for the tiger skin he'd stashed away, it seemed that there would be no chance to show it off!
