He pointed at Chu Tianshu: "Let me tell you, I have urgent matters tomorrow morning and I don't have time to wait here all the time."
Chu Tianshu smiled calmly: "Don't worry, we will start on time in half an hour."
Kuang Mei'er also ignored this question, and only then did she realize it, and said anxiously: "Brother, I don't have any fighting dogs in my hand anymore."
Chu Tianshu said with an indifferent expression: "It's okay. Mr. Zhang should have a lot of ready-made fighting dogs here. Let's just choose one."
Zhang Yaodong said hurriedly: "Mr. Chu, I do have a lot of fighting dogs here, but they are all for novices to play with. They are not without quality, but they have all been ordered by others. I can't provide them to you without permission."
Chu Tianshu said: "Don't be nervous, I can just choose one. I won't ask you for the ones that have been booked by others."
Zhang Yaodong said solemnly: "Then let's declare in advance that as long as it is my dog, Mr. Chu can choose it at will, but I will not be responsible if he loses."
Seeing a trace of impatience flashing across Chu Tianshu's face, Ren Changfeng kicked him directly and said angrily: "Who said I would let you take responsibility?
Where do you get all this nonsense?”
Zhang Yaodong laughed heartily. A tall man of 1.9 meters, in front of Ren Changfeng, he was as docile as a little sheep.
He hurriedly leaned forward and said: "Okay, Mr. Chu, please come with me."
With a playful smile on his face, Yuan Muren stepped forward and said, "Do you mind if I follow you and take a look?
I wonder what kind of fighting dog this Young Master Chu can choose."
Chu Tianshu sneered: "The road does not belong to my house. Who can stop you if you want to go?"
At that moment, the group of people followed Zhang Yaodong to the breeding farm behind that specialized in breeding fighting dogs.
Inside the breeding farm, there are all large iron cages, in which fighting dogs of different breeds and sizes are kept, and the barking of the dogs comes one after another.
The fighting dogs in the cages all behaved very fiercely, with beast-like gleams in their eyes.
However, the first thing that caught everyone's attention was not the fighting dogs in the cages, but a native dog lying at the entrance of the breeding farm, sleeping soundly.
That's right, it's a native dog, whose scientific name is Chinese Garden Dog.
It had white hair all over, mixed with a few patches of khaki hair, and had a plump body. If it hadn't been for the dog's head, people who saw it might have thought it was a pig.
The most ridiculous thing is that the man's lower jaw feels slightly protruding, and his teeth are a little crooked, as if he is smiling evilly.
Seeing everyone approaching, the guy was still lying on the ground, just wagging his tail crazily.
Zhang Yaodong whistled and called: "Huahua."
The native dog then got up from the ground, wandered up to Zhang Yaodong, stuck its head between Zhang Yaodong's calves, and rubbed against him.
After hiding its head, it looks more like a pig.
Looking at the fat native dog in front of them, and then looking at the muscular fighting dogs in the cage, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Yuan Muren said jokingly: "Boss Zhang, forgive me for my blindness, but I wonder which breed of famous dog this is?"
"Chinese famous dog, pastoral dog."
Zhang Yaodong said with a smile: "The stray dog my son picked up from outside a few years ago was just one month old at the time. My son insisted on raising it, so I kept it. There is no shortage of food for it..."
As he spoke, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
Yuan Muren sneered: "Then why don't you let your son be raised at home?
You raise such a local dog in a dog fighting ring and you don’t think it’s a joke?”
Zhang Yaodong said sadly: "My son has been dead for two or three years."
Although his tone was calm, everyone could feel his sadness.
Yuan Muren touched the hair on the back of his head, then patted Zhang Yaodong on the shoulder: "Boss Zhang, it's my fault, I'm sorry."
Zhang Yaodong shook his head: "It's okay."
At this time, the beads on Chu Tianshu's neck suddenly became hot.
Then, the old man's voice sounded in Chu Tianshu's ears: "Boy, just choose this one?"
"What?"
Chu Tianshu said in his mind: "Are you kidding me?
I want a local dog to be useless."
He also recently discovered that when communicating with the old man, there was no need to speak out loud. As long as the thoughts in his mind moved, the old man could sense what he wanted to say.
Chu Tianshu has never had the idea of worshiping foreigners, let alone looking down on local dogs, but now he is going to fight dogs. This fat pig-like pastoral dog in front of him will probably become the opponent in an instant against those ferocious fighting dogs.
food in the mouth.
"Not only must you choose it, but you must also find a way to take it away... Listen to me, you won't regret it..."
The old man said something again, and the wishing force beads became cold.
No matter how Chu Tianshu yelled in his mind, the old man made no move.
"Okay, don't get too tired and get out of here."
Zhang Yaodong pushed the flowers away with his feet and said to everyone: "Everyone, let's go in."
Chu Tianshu still chose to believe the old man.
He pointed at Huahua, who was lying on the ground again, and said, "There's no need to go in, I'll just choose it."
Upon hearing this, everyone froze and looked at Chu Tianshu with incredulous eyes, including Qiao Shiyuan.
Zhang Yaodong suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he plucked his ears and asked, "Mr. Chu, what did you just say?"
Chu Tianshu knelt down, touched Huahua's head twice, and asked with a smile: "Boss Zhang, I am in love with this dog. I wonder if you are willing to part with it?"
Huahua seemed reluctant to be touched by someone Chu, so she broke free from someone Chu's clutches, took two more steps to the side, and then fell to the ground.
Ren Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward and said to Zhang Yaodong: "Dongzi, you make an offer and I'll give you the money."
Zhang Yaodong smiled bitterly and said: "Young Master Chu likes it, so I'll give it to you. But isn't it a joke to let it go on stage?"
Everyone looked at Chu Tianshu, obviously having the same idea.
Yuan Muren grinned and said, "Boy, are you kidding me?"
He pointed at Huahua, whose belly was in the air: "This pig can't resist being bitten by my fighting dog."
Qiao Shiyuan said in confusion: "Honey, why do you have to choose this option?"
It was naturally impossible for Chu Tianshu to explain that it was because the old man in the bead around his neck told him that this dog would definitely do it.
The key point is that even if he says it, no one will believe it!
Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "I remember that I adopted a stray dog when I was a child, and it looked very similar to Huahua."
Kuang Meier said anxiously: "If you like it, we can take it away, but it doesn't have to be played."
Ren Changfeng also echoed: "Master Chu, Director Kuang is right."
"That's it."
Chu Tianshu stood up, glanced at Qiao Shiyuan and others, and said firmly: "Believe me, it can be done."
Kuang Meier nodded and said: "Okay, since you have decided to choose it, I support you."