Qin Jing passed through the second automatic sensor door. She was not interested in the decoration style of the shop, and she immediately saw the seven Abyssinian cats playing in the shop. The seven kittens were older, and their bodies were much bigger than the other kittens in the shop, which were about three months old. Their smooth, chocolate-colored fur, under the light, was like the finest silk, changing its mysterious luster, making them look exceptionally eye-catching.
Ordinary customers might prefer younger kittens, feeling that they were cuter or more intimate, but Qin Jing was not an ordinary customer. She immediately saw the breeding potential of these cats — they were all breeding cats of the right age, healthy, and full of vitality.
Qin Jing opened her own cattery and was very experienced in breeding cats. Although it was winter now, it did not affect the cats' reproduction. Cats raised outdoors only had two estrus periods each year, in spring and autumn, but cats raised indoors could estrus all year round as long as the temperature was suitable. That was to say, there was no need to wait until spring. If the seven cats started to pair up immediately, depending on the number of female cats, within a few months, there would be an army of Abyssinian cats.
Before she came, she had doubted whether there were really Abyssinian cats in the shop, and whether their quality was above the standard, but when she saw the seven cats, all her doubts disappeared. They played in the shop, showing excellent athletic ability. They jumped here and there, easily jumping onto the display cabinets or cat trees that were more than one meter high. Other types of cats could not keep up with their pace at all … except for a black and white kitten.
The only thing that was unclear now was the pedigree of these cats.
Qin Jing silently calculated the assets she had now, excluding the fixed assets, and the cash that she could use. The price difference between a pet-level cat and a breeding cat was at least four or five times, and the price difference for this extremely rare Abyssinian cat was probably even greater. She did not know what conditions the owner of the shop would ask for. For her, the best choice was to barter, the most primitive and fair kind … Zhang Zian saw that she did not look like an ordinary customer.
Zhang Zian saw that she didn't look like an ordinary customer. After entering the shop, she didn't say a word. She just scanned the pets in the shop with her sharp eyes. He couldn't help but look at her a few more times. The more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed, as if he had seen her somewhere before. He didn't say that to hit on her. As a senior single dog, he didn't have the talent to hit on people.
Just as he was thinking hard, he heard Fei Na say coldly, "This woman has been here before. I remember her smell."
Although Fina didn't like its peers, it could tolerate them for the time being. After all, there were also people like Tim and Lauren who lived in faraway countries, and they wouldn't pose an immediate threat to its small amount of money. Although it didn't think that this woman was from a faraway country, it still decided to listen to her intentions before making a decision.
Zhang Zian suddenly remembered that she had come to the shop one morning, walked around, and then left. At that time, he suspected that she was in the same trade, but what was she doing here this time?
He cleared his throat and said, "Hello, we meet again."
Qin Jing: "… You remember me?"
"Of course I remember. You came here once before." Zhang Zian sat on the reclining chair and didn't stand up to welcome her. "If I'm not wrong, you are in the same trade, right? Do you run a cattery or a pet shop? "
Qin Jing was a little embarrassed, but it was good that she was recognized, because she didn't need to test each other. She took out a business card from her pocket, walked over, and handed it to him. She smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Qin Jing, the owner of Jingjing Cattery."
Zhang Zian took the business card and looked at it casually. Seeing that Jingjing Cattery mainly sold Ragdoll cats and Scottish Fold cats, he put it aside and said, "My name is Zhang Zian, the owner of this place. Please take a seat."
Qin Jing wasn't surprised that she was treated coldly. After all, she had been rude last time, so it was normal for Zhang Zian to be angry. If it were her, she also wouldn't like to have a peer come to her cattery to look around.
She apologized first, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. Last time I came to your shop, I didn't identify myself. It's my fault. Please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Zian remained calm, "So what brings you here this time, Mr. Qin?"
"I want to talk about cooperation with you," Qin Jing said bluntly.
"Oh? What kind of cooperation? "Zhang Zian was a little interested. Tim and Lauren had also talked about cooperation, and Zhang Zian had gained a lot from it. It was a win-win situation, so if Qin Jing could really put forward constructive suggestions, he would also carefully consider it.
"I'm very interested in the Abyssinian cats here, Mr. Zhang. May I ask about the pedigree of these cats? How many generations can they be traced back? "
As soon as Qin Jing asked this question, Zhang Zian knew that she was a professional, because this was a huge barrier in front of Abyssinian cat breeders.
He didn't answer directly, but took out a page from the breeding manual and handed it to her for her to read. On this page, Cathy recorded the origin of each cat's pedigree in detail.
Qin Jing only glanced at it and immediately held her breath. Her eyes were firmly attracted!
If she counted correctly, these seven … no, eight Abyssinian cats' pedigree could be traced back up to 15 generations! The shortest one could be traced back 10 generations!
Among all the short-haired cats, CFA had the most stringent requirements for the breeding rights of Abyssinian cats!
CFA required that the pedigree of Abyssinian cats could be traced back to eight generations, so that their breeding rights could be confirmed! In contrast, the American Shorthair and British Shorthair only needed four generations, and the American Shorthair White Gloves only needed three generations.
Eight generations, one litter a year would take eight years to complete, and two litters a year would take four years … This really did not meet the requirements of domestic catteries and pet shops to make fast money. Only God knew what the market would be like after four years …
What did 15 generations mean? It was incredible!
People who started breeding chocolate-colored Abyssinian cats 15 years ago, if they could not predict the future, then they were really sentimental …
What made Qin Jing even more surprised was that the pedigree of these eight cats did not cross within three generations, in other words, they were not close relatives, and male cats and female cats could mate in any combination!
In addition, she also noticed that the pedigree chart in her hand was a copy. The original version was handwritten in English, with a retro elegance, which meant that these Abyssinian cats were imported from abroad. Some parts of the copy had Chinese annotations added. Not to mention that the handwriting was ugly, she could see that the ink was not completely dry when she wiped it with her hands …
She couldn't figure it out either. Unless an old cattery decided to quit, who would transfer so many breeding cats at once?
Qin Jing made up her mind to facilitate this cooperation at all costs.
She counted several times and confirmed that there were only seven Abyssinian cats in the shop, so where was the eighth in the pedigree chart?
Forget it, she didn't care about that for now. She put down the copy paper in her hand and said calmly, "I want to ask Mr. Zhang to transfer these Abyssinian cats to me — even just a few of them."
Zhang Zian couldn't help but laugh. After all this time, did she think he was a fool? Why should I transfer them to you?
Even if these cats were not Cathy's inheritance, he would not easily give up the exclusive opportunity to sell them.
Since Qin Jing was here, she was certain that she could persuade Zhang Zian. The last time she came, she found that Zhang Zian did not have any Ragdoll kittens, so she said, "Mr. Zhang, don't laugh. I'm not asking you for nothing. I can exchange my breeding cats with Ragdoll kittens. Everyone in Binhai City knows that my Ragdoll kittens …"
Before she could finish boasting, she heard the golden cat on the cat tree meow lazily, as if it was issuing some kind of command. Then, five bicolor Ragdoll kittens came out from behind Zhang Zian's recliner. They squatted on the ground and looked at her, their eyes as blue as the sea.
Qin Jing was speechless. Was it okay to swear?
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