Hearing this, Zhang Zian knew that Wei Ping was also greedy and had suffered a big loss. Buying a Shiba Inu for 3,500 yuan, unless it was someone very close to him.
"My dog is not sick. Don't slander me!" Black Mole said fearlessly, "What does it have to do with me if your dog is sick? All the dogs here are fine! "
Wei Ping was so angry that his lips kept trembling, "You black-hearted profiteer! You are black-hearted! Aren't you afraid that God will punish you for making such heartless money? "
Black Mole deliberately annoyed him and laughed, "God is good to me! I bought a house by selling my dog, and the next step is to buy a car. I have four laps. Are you jealous? Are you jealous? Haha, even if you are jealous, you can't do anything about it. This is the money I earned with my own ability, and no one can control it! As for you, you are so old, but you are still dressed so shabbily, holding a sick dog to blackmail me. Is your son and daughter-in-law not filial? If you are short of money, just tell me. Today's lunch is on me. "
Saying this, he took out two hundred-yuan bills from his arms and waved them in front of Wei Ping, "What do you think? Take the dog away, find a place to bury it, and then go for lunch. If it is not enough, I can give you more. "
Zhang Zian saw that Wei Ping was about to faint from anger, and was afraid that something bad would happen to him, so he quickly interrupted, "Grandpa Wei, when you bought the dog from him, did you have any proof?"
"No!" Wei Ping stamped his feet, "I am not short of the 3,500 yuan. I just can't take it! I'm already so old, yet I've been deceived so miserably by a young man! Now even my grandson is laughing at me, saying that I am old and muddled... "
Although Zhang Zian had guessed it, there was no way to claim compensation without the receipt and the pet sale agreement, because he could not even prove that the dog was not bought from Black Mole.
"Grandpa Wei, don't take it too hard. Just think that you lost the money, or fed it to the dog." Zhang Zian tried to persuade her, "Anyway, this dog is not a real Shiba Inu. If you are willing to pay, you can find a proper pet shop or kennel and buy a real Shiba Inu for your grandson. You can tell your grandson that you found someone to cure the dog. That way, your grandson will definitely admire you."
Judging from Wei Ping's age and his description, Zhang Zian believed that his grandson was still very young. With a little coaxing, he should be able to forget about this incident. Compared to the 3,500 yuan that he had lost, it was more important to change his grandson's impression that his grandfather was a dotard.
"What? You also said that this is not a real Shiba Inu? How much does a real Shiba Inu cost? "Wei Ping asked. When he was in the pet clinic, he had heard from others that this dog might not be a real Shiba Inu. At that time, he was still doubtful. Now that a complete stranger said so, he was at least 80% convinced.
"Hey! Don't spout nonsense! The Shiba Inu I sell here is absolutely real! If you say it's not true, do you have any proof? Let me tell you, if you don't have proof, I will sue you for defamation in public! "Black Mole shouted.
He was not afraid of quarreling with Wei Ping here, because Wei Ping had no way to prove that this dog was bought from him, nor could he prove that the dog was infected before it was bought. Nowadays, there were too many cases of the elderly being blackmailed, and people had become more vigilant. There was no way to win the sympathy of others just by talking.
Just now, the onlookers had been silent and didn't help either side, because they couldn't tell who was lying.
Zhang Zian nodded, "Okay, don't worry. I will show you the proof right away."
He first said to Wei Ping, "Grandpa Wei, don't be greedy for this kind of advantage in the future, or you will be cheated again. The origin of this Shiba Inu is Japan, but even in the pet shop in Japan, a normal Shiba Inu can be sold for about 15000 yuan. Even if the consumption level in China is not that high, a typical Shiba Inu with a typical coat is basically no less than 8,000 yuan. If the price is lower than that, unless you know the seller, or if you are really in a hurry to sell the Shiba Inu, you may have a problem. "
Hearing this, Wei Ping secretly clicked his tongue. This price was a little over his bottom line. Plus the 3,500 yuan he lost, it was equivalent to spending more than 10,000 yuan to buy a dog for his grandson. He still felt a little pain … But this young man was right. Compared with the money he lost, he was more worried that his grandson would look down on him as a stingy grandpa. He was almost 70 years old. How many more years could he live? His precious grandson was the apple of his eye, and he really didn't want his grandson to alienate him because of this.
Zhang Zian saw the expressions on his face change several times, and knew that although Wei Ping claimed that he was not short of money, he actually cared a lot about money. Zhang Zian said, "How about this? When the things here are over, I will recommend you to a pet shop. I guarantee that it is a real Shiba Inu with a chip. The boss will give a discount to anyone I recommend. If you trust me, you can go and take a look later. It's not a big deal whether you buy it or not, but it's okay to take a look. "
At this time, Red Dragon arrived with Laosan, Liu XX, and the others. Hearing this, he was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. This guy not only ruined our plan, but also attracted business for himself! I can tolerate sh * t, but I can't tolerate pee!
Hearing Zhang Zian's words, Wei Ping nodded and said, "Okay, I will bury this dog, and then go and take a look. Even if it has only been with me for a few days, it is still destined to be with me. I can't just let its corpse be exposed outside. Maybe someone will pick it up and eat its meat … "
He squatted down, stroking the dying fake Shiba Inu, constantly wiping the corners of his eyes and sighing.
Since Famous walked into the center of the crowd, it had been staring at the dying dog.
Its rapid but increasingly weak breathing blew the dust on the ground into two shallow ditches.
Saliva with white foam flowed out along its tongue, forming a small muddy puddle near its mouth.
Occasionally, its limbs twitched, like a drowning person trying to hold on to the straw on the shore.
Its gradually turbid pupils reflected the image of the world and Famous, full of attachment and reluctance …
It was dying — Famous clearly understood this.
Famous had died countless times in its virtual consciousness, so it knew how painful death was. However, because it was in a dark black box, it couldn't see its own fingers, and there was no mirror, it didn't know what it looked like before it died. Was it as miserable as the dog in front of it? Or even worse?
"Help me, I don't want to die …" The dog in front of it seemed to be crying for help.
No, this was Famous's own voice. After it was poisoned, it had said this sentence countless times, but no one responded, because Galaxy was poisoned faster than it was, and there was no sound before it died.
But at least this time, Famous wanted to respond. It didn't want this dog to go into the bottomless dark world alone like itself.
"Don't worry, you will live in my heart," Famous stared into its eyes and said seriously, "As long as I am alive, you will live."
It seemed to understand Famous's words, and its mouth opened slightly, as if it was smiling, but also as if it was saying goodbye to the world. Its cloudy eyes suddenly burst with a sharp light, becoming as clear as when it was just born. It looked at Famous for a moment, and then … it dimmed forever.
Wei Ping's palm was originally moving up and down along with its breathing, but after an excessively long exhalation, it didn't rise again.
He patted it and pushed it, but it didn't respond.
"Xiao Wang? Xiao Wang? " He increased his strength, patted it again, and leaned down, putting his ear next to its mouth, trying to listen to its breathing.
Its eyes were still open, but there was no life in them.
Famous took two steps toward it, but Zhang Zian stopped it.
"Don't get close, it's contagious," Zhang Zian said.
He heard Famous say a few words to the dog. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he knew that before the dog died, it must have had some form of communication with Famous, so he had been paying attention to Famous's movements. At this time, he saw that Famous wanted to get close to it, so he quickly stopped it. Famous probably hadn't been vaccinated. If it came into contact with this sick dog, it was likely to be infected with canine distemper and parvovirus, which would be troublesome.
Famous stopped and looked up at Zhang Zian.
"Please help me close its eyes," it said. Its words were just a few soft barks in the ears of others.
Zhang Zian nodded, took out a tissue from his pocket, and put it on his palm to close the eyelids of the dead dog.
Wei Ping asked with a sense of loss, "Is it dead?"
"Yes, it's dead," Zhang Zian replied calmly. "My condolences."
Wei Ping was silent and didn't say anything.
After a while, he squatted on the ground, put his hands under its body, and picked up its body.
It was a half-grown dog, not heavy, at least not when it was alive. But at this time, Wei Ping felt that it was twice as heavy as when it was alive.
He held it, walked to the side of the tricycle he rode, put its body in the back of the tricycle, and covered it with the small blanket that it had been covered with for the past few days. In the eyes of others, it looked like it was asleep.
The crowd still didn't speak, but the way they looked at him was different.
Black Mole suddenly felt a little itchy. These people's eyes fell on him, as if there were countless ants crawling on him.
"What are you looking at?" He smiled with a pale face. "This old man is just pretending to be pitiful. Are you so easy to be fooled? If you want to pretend to be pitiful, I can also do it, and I can do it better than him … "
One of the gazes made him feel particularly uncomfortable. Wherever it fell on him, he felt like he was being pricked by a needle. He turned his head and found the source of the gaze — Famous.
He swore that this was the first time he had seen this German Shepherd, but why was the dog's eyes full of anger and hatred? And this gaze was a little familiar. He had seen it in the eyes of the dying fake Shiba Inu.
Like an avenging angel.
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