Zhang Zian felt that he wasn't as miserable as a stray cat at the moment, but it was indeed very risky to open a shop and run a business. If he wasn't careful, he would lose all his money and end up as a homeless person under the bridge. He wouldn't be much different from a stray cat, or maybe even worse. After all, no one had organized a branch for the homeless …
It was fine if he owned the shop. If he rented the shop, he would most likely lose money. Only the landlord would be able to make a profit.
But at least he did like freedom. That was true.
Vladimir asked again, "The pet clinic you're talking about is the one you often mention?"
"Yes, it's the one on the north side of the street. Haven't you been there?" Zhang Zian pointed north.
Vladimir thought about it. "I passed by the outside a few times, but I didn't go in. It's a place for treating domestic cats. It has nothing to do with stray cats."
Zhang Zian smiled. "You may have some misunderstandings … Let's go. I'll take you there and collect a few more signatures."
A man and a cat headed north. On the way, Zhang Zian kept stopping strange pedestrians to state his proposal to them. Although most people still refused because they were indifferent, found it troublesome, or worried that their personal information would be leaked, there was indeed a small number of people who generously signed their names and left their mobile phone numbers. In addition to Zhang Zian's rapid improvement in conversational skills, another reason might be that they saw more and more names on the proposal and subconsciously had a herd mentality. Since so many people had signed, it should be fine for them to sign it.
"Am I becoming more and more like a professional salesman?" Zhang Zian smiled at Vladimir. "Maybe I can even sell insurance in the future."
"Selling goods and selling ideas are very similar, but they're not the same thing at all," it said meaningfully. It said meaningfully, "Selling goods is restricted by the law. No matter how many goods you sell, you are just a successful businessman. As for selling ideas … As long as there are enough people who accept your ideas, changing or even denying the law is a very common thing."
Zhang Zian wasn't as bold as it was. As long as his efforts could promote the legislation of small animal protection laws, he would be satisfied.
The street wasn't long, and they soon arrived in front of the Spirit Curing Pet Clinic.
Office workers usually didn't have time, so the Golden Week holiday became a good opportunity for them to check up on their pets and perform surgery. The entrance of the clinic was full of private cars, and from time to time, people brought their pets in and out.
"Come in." Zhang Zian pushed the door open and let Vladimir in first.
"Please take a number and line up. There are a lot of patients today, so please wait patiently," said Long Xian without raising her head from behind the nurse's desk, as she was dealing with the medical records of the pets.
"I'm not here to see a doctor. I'm just here to take a look. There's no need to take a number, right?" Zhang Zian said.
When Long Xian heard the familiar voice, she looked up and said in surprise, "Ah, isn't this Store Manager Zhang? You came at the right time. You can take the stray cats back from last time. That saves us two women from carrying them."
"Well, it seems that I, the coolie, have come to you …" Zhang Zian smiled bitterly.
"What are you holding in your hand? Flyers? "
The smell of disinfectant here was very strong, much stronger than the smell in the pet shop. It was almost a little pungent.
Vladimir looked at the cats and dogs that had been brought to the clinic, as well as several other types of pets and their owners. The faces of the owners were filled with love, concern, and anxiety. They eagerly waited for the nurse to call the number. It was obvious that they loved their pets very much.
"What's wrong with your dog?"
"What's wrong with your cat?"
"Ugh, I don't know what's going on. It suddenly wilted. Hurry up and bring it to see. I hope it's not a serious illness …"
Some owners brought their pets for regular checkups or routine operations such as deworming, but they seemed very relaxed. From time to time, they would talk about their experiences in raising pets with the people next to them, and through the pets, they would spread the topic more widely. In the end, they even exchanged WeChat numbers and became friends who met by chance.
Because there were few doctors, many customers, and long waiting times, the clinic had become a small pet salon.
A few customers knew Zhang Zian. They had bought their pets from his shop and came here for vaccinations or regular checkups. They greeted him one after another.
After some small talk, Long Xian took Zhang Zian to the ward at the back, and Vladimir followed behind.
When they passed by the treatment room, the door was not closed tightly. Out of curiosity, it pushed the door a little wider and looked inside. It saw that the room was full of all kinds of unfamiliar equipment. A half-grown British Shorthair was tied to the stainless steel operating table, its face lifeless. There was also a young woman wearing a surgical gown and a mask, holding a shining scalpel in her hand. She calmly looked at the American Shorthair's crotch and gestured left and right …
Long Xian noticed Vladimir's movements. "This cat … doesn't seem to be a stray cat, does it?"
"No," Zhang Zian replied. "It's a cat from the pet shop. I don't have anything to do today, so I brought it out to wander around and get it to know the way."
Long Xian smiled. "Now I can basically tell stray cats from domestic cats at a glance. Even if they are the same type of cat, their eyes are different. The eyes of stray cats are always full of fear, fear, sensitivity, and anxiety. But recently, stray cats seem to have changed."
She led him to the innermost ward and pushed the door open.
Although the ventilation fan had been turned on, the smell in the room was still a little strong. There were a few rows of iron cages placed against the wall. Some were empty, and some had small animals in them. There were cats, dogs, rabbits, birds, and other common pets. As soon as they saw people, they would meow and bark. It was very lively.
One of the cats clattered against the iron cage, attracting Vladimir's attention. It realized that it had seen this cat before. It was during the first few nights in the pet shop. It had spent all night familiarizing itself with the nearby terrain and getting to know unfamiliar stray cats. It had used its philosophy to enlighten them and raise their awareness. In the process, it had seen this cat. It might have seen it on the first night.
Vladimir had gotten to know too many stray cats. Just counting the number of core cat members of the Meow Meow Branch, there were almost a hundred of them. Adding on the ordinary stray cats that had outstanding performance and good behavior, there were countless of them.
There were so many stray cats, and they were all nameless stray cats. If Vladimir wanted to remember them, it could only use their physical characteristics to give them nicknames. For example, the fat orange cat was "Big Orange," the short-haired white cat was "Little White," the gray soft-eared cat was "Softy," the black cat with missing ears was "Ah Que," and so on. When it had seen this stray cat, it had immediately given it a suitable nickname — "Scald Head."
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