Zhang Zian wasn't too sure about Vladimir's mental journey. It had been like fire and water with the stray dogs, but now it was willing to coexist peacefully. It must have thought a lot about it after staying indoors for a few days. Perhaps the experience of being injured in the Mahogany Forest had contributed to this to a certain extent. Although the dog blood in its body had been metabolized, there was probably something left behind.
He greeted the shop assistant and Electrician Wu and told the shop assistant to be a little more observant and to quickly prepare whatever Electrician Wu needed instead of always playing games. Then he took Vladimir out and got in the car.
It had been a month since he and Vladimir had been to the southern suburbs. He and Vladimir sat in the car and looked at the scenery on the side of the road that was rapidly passing by. They both felt that things had changed.
After a while, the Wuling Hong Guang MPV arrived in the southern suburbs and stopped opposite the landfill.
Zhang Zian and Vladimir's eyes stared straight at the grove. There should have been only trees and an artificial ditch, but now there was a row of simple wooden sheds and a fence formed by barbed wire.
The stray dogs were comfortably lying under the wooden shed, and their lives were much more comfortable than before.
What's going on?
The stray dogs that were responsible for keeping watch had already discovered the Wuling Hong Guang MPV. At first, they didn't recognize Zhang Zian, but they ran over and sniffed carefully. They finally remembered that he was the owner who used to bring them food.
Little White got the news and ran over.
"Little White, these wooden sheds …" he got out of the car and asked.
"It's that woman, the woman called Suspect Y," Little White explained simply.
Zhang Zian remembered that before going to the United States, he brought the rather extreme environmentalist suspect Y here to let her see these dogs in urgent need of help. Now it seems that her strong ability to act really played a role.
According to Little White, after Zhang Zian went to the United States, Suspect Y came over from time to time. Sometimes he brought food, and sometimes he brought people who looked like workers to build wooden sheds, so that the stray dogs would have a place to hide from the snow in the seemingly distant winter, but in fact it was coming in the blink of an eye.
Although she has done a lot of things for the stray dogs, and Little White is very grateful to her, he doesn't like her very much because she seems to treat the stray dogs as beggars and wants to keep them in captivity like dogs in a shelter. They can clearly earn their own living and don't need charity from others, so his heart is also very conflicted.
At that moment, it saw Vladimir jump out of the car from the other side. Previously, it had smelled Vladimir's scent and knew that its arch-enemy had also come. However, it was even more shocked to see Vladimir injured.
Little White knew Vladimir's power better than anyone else. Yet, its nemesis, who was almost on par with it and even vaguely suppressed it, was actually injured. Didn't this mean that the person or animal that injured Vladimir was unbelievably strong?
"Do you want to laugh? If you want to laugh, just laugh. I don't want to fight with you today, "Vladimir said calmly.
Zhang Zian and Megan's craftsmanship was too modern. They had shaved off all of its fur and wrapped a circle of bandages around its chest and shoulders. It looked like a wounded soldier who had retired from the battlefield.
Little White didn't laugh. "Who hurt you like this?"
"It's very complicated to say … Anyway, you just need to know that the guy is dead, although I didn't kill him myself." Vladimir was too lazy to tell a story. "If you want to know, you can ask him."
Little White was very curious, but it suppressed its patience and didn't ask. It was something that had already happened, and it could ask at any time in the future. Right now, there were more important things to say.
"Come with me. There are some things that you'd like to see."
After Little White finished speaking, it led the way in front, bringing Zhang Zian and Vladimir into the landfill.
In the summer and autumn, the landfill smelled terrible. Flies were flying around, and maggots were wriggling everywhere. Just the smell alone was enough to make people faint.
Zhang Zian covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, but the disgusting smell was still unbearable.
After walking for a while, the smell in front of them lessened a little. A small mountain of garbage appeared, and it was a garbage mountain without any smell. It looked fresh and refined among the piles of garbage around it.
At first sight of the garbage mountain, the familiar color made Zhang Zian recognize it at a glance. It turned out to be a mountain of garbage made up of bags of Leshi dog food.
Most of these bags of dog food were intact and unopened. Only a small number were opened, but it was uncertain whether they were torn open by human consumers or small animals living in the garbage dump.
A big gray mouse saw people and cats coming over, and with its mouth full of dog food, it ran away unhurriedly.
"I don't know what you experienced in the United States, but since a few days ago, garbage trucks from all over the city, including neighboring cities, have been transporting a lot of this dog food. Most of them are unopened, and they are still being transported today. The number is increasing," Little White said worriedly.
Zhang Zian and Vladimir looked at each other. They understood that this was one of the consequences of the exposure of the Leshi dog food incident, and it was a consequence they hadn't expected.
The Leshi dog food was unsalable, and no one was helping them. The distributors encountered a large number of customer complaints and returns. What about the mountains of dog food that were returned to the warehouse? It took up space and increased inventory costs. There was no way to return the Leshi dog food to the United States headquarters, so they could only throw it away.
It was said that the online store of Leshi dog food in China had also closed down. Ordinary consumers who bought dog food online had no way to return it, or felt that it was troublesome to defend their rights, so they had no choice but to throw away the unfinished dog food.
Coupled with other scattered channels, the dog food that was thrown away was all gathered to the landfill, forming this garbage mountain.
"Are you worried that the stray dogs won't be able to resist eating this dog food?" Zhang Zian asked. After all, this was food that was readily available. Even if people were starving, knowing that the food had expired or might cause health risks, they still couldn't care less.
Little White shook his head slowly. "The life of stray dogs is much better than before. They can barely be restrained."
"Then what are you worried about?" he asked.
"Last night, we heard the sound of a car engine. We thought it was another garbage truck that had transported a new batch of garbage, but when we listened carefully, the sound and the vibration from the ground were different from the garbage truck. There were almost no other cars passing by here in the middle of the night, so I took a few dogs with me to check the situation and found that someone had driven a car to steal the dog food … It doesn't seem appropriate to use the word 'steal' for the dog food that was thrown away. Anyway, a few people quietly drove away a batch of dog food. I listened to their accents, like farmers living nearby. They took away the dog food to feed their own dogs. They were so happy as if they were celebrating the New Year." Little White sighed.
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