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Chapter 401

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Qin Jing really wanted to curse. When and where did this pet shop get Ragdoll kittens? And the quality of the Ragdoll kittens was absolutely no worse than her Ragdoll kittens. Few catteries in Binhai City had Ragdoll kittens that could compete with them … The fur color and body shape were not important, especially the eyes. Why were they so blue? She was fascinated by them.

Zhang Zian smiled, "Mr. Qin, what did you just say? Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again? "

Qin Jing stared at the smirk on his face and was very angry. This guy was definitely taking revenge on her for spying on him last time!

She really wanted to be angry, but even if she was angry, there was nothing she could do. Business was business. She was here to do business. Now that the initiative was in Zhang Zian's hands, she could only find a way to remedy the situation.

"Wait a minute, if you are not interested in Ragdoll kittens, I still have Scottish Folds in my shop. You don't have Scottish Folds here, right? Would you like to think about it … "Her confidence disappeared, and she said eagerly as if she was trying to sell something.

Zhang Zian already had a Ragdoll, and it looked like it was in good condition, so she had to find another way to test it out with her own Scottish fold. This time, she carefully looked around and made sure that there were no Scottish Folds hiding in the corner of the shop.

"A Scottish fold?" Zhang Zian glanced at her business card again.

Qin Jing took out her cell phone, found a photo of her Scottish Folds from the gallery, and showed it to him.

"Please take a look. Our Scottish Fold is in good condition and very cute. If Mr. Zhang is willing, I can exchange my Scottish Fold breeding cats with you... and you can pay more," she said, gritting her teeth.

Zhang Zian carefully looked at the pictures on the mobile phone. There were a few furry Scottish fold kittens, and their ears were drooping forward. Their small faces were round, and there were a few vertical vertical lines on their foreheads. There were clear dark tiger spots on their grayish-white fur. They looked less lively than other kinds of cats, but they looked more adorable. They were like a ball of rice cake, tempting people to knead their small faces. They could really be regarded as the gentle girls among pet cats.

"They are really good," Zhang Zian admitted.

Hearing that there was a chance, Qin Jing was about to elaborate further, "Then …"

"Unfortunately, we do not intend to introduce Scottish folds," Zhang Zian refused without hesitation.

Qin Jing quickly asked, "Is it because of a genetic disease? We're all in this line of work, so we should know that through suitable matches, we can greatly reduce the incidence of osteochondrosis … "

Zhang Zian interrupted her explanation. "I know. The reason I refused is not because of the genetic disease, but because this disease is incurable."

His eyes swept around the store and fell on an American Cocker Spaniel in the display case, which was very similar to the one Meng Li had bought. Cocker spaniels also had a high incidence of hereditary cataracts, which was very similar to Scottish fold cats. The difference was that cataracts could be cured by surgery, while Scottish fold cats had rickets, which could only wait for death.

Zhang Zian sold Cocker Spaniels, but he would remind customers in advance that Cocker Spaniels had the possibility of suffering from cataracts. If they were worried, they could wait until the Cocker Spaniels were six months old. If the disease did not occur then, it was unlikely that the disease would occur in the future. Osteochondrosis of Scottish fold cats was like a bomb. You knew it would explode, but you didn't know when.

Almost all purebred cats and dogs had been more or less interfered with by human beings in the process of evolution. Some breeds, such as modern Egyptian cats and Abyssinian cats, were less interfered with because of their long history. Some new breeds bred by human beings were almost entirely made according to human aesthetic standards. A typical example was Scottish fold cats.

Qin Jing was unwilling to give up, and she still tried to persuade Zhang Zian. She cited many examples to show that the incidence of the disease of her Scottish fold was extremely low. Through follow-up visits to customers, within two years, there was only one case of the disease among a dozen customers.

Zhang Zian was not moved. He was not sure if what she said was true. She had established a customer return visit system, which meant that she was a responsible cattery owner. But even so, he would not change his mind.

"Mr. Qin, if there's nothing else, I won't see you out."

He asked her to leave.

Qin Jing's enthusiasm was suddenly doused with cold water. She regretfully looked at the Abyssinian cats playing, shook her head, and whispered, "Stubborn."

Zhang Zian had already laid back on the recliner, picked up the breeding manual left by Cathy, and continued to read it. After Qin Jing's words, he was much more energetic.

Qin Jing turned around and left angrily. When she passed by the cashier, Lu Yi Yun was completely immersed in her painting. She said without looking up, "You're welcome to come again …"

"Only a ghost will come again!" Qin Jing had been holding back her anger for a long time, and she said with hatred.

Lu Yi Yun's hand trembled, and one of the lines was crooked. She looked at Qin Jing's back in confusion, and saw that the woman was so angry that her hair almost stood up.

The shop was quiet again.

Although Zhang Zian was pretending to read the manual, he knew that Fina would not be able to restrain its strong curiosity, and it would only be a matter of time before it asked.

Sure enough, after a while, Fina jumped down from the cat tree, walked to his side and asked, "Let me ask you, what's the matter with the Scottish fold?"

He sighed and explained, "In fact, the Scottish fold is a variant of the British Shorthair. During breeding, it was accidentally deformed because of a genetic defect. This is normal, but because people think that this deformed ear is very cute, they consolidated and inherited this form, and bred a kind of cat with obvious genetic defects, which is the Scottish fold. Once the disease of the Scottish fold occurs, it will cause serious bone deformation and arthritis in the limbs, which is incurable. The cat will be in pain until it dies, or it will be abandoned by its owner before it dies … "

Fina's face became colder and colder. It turned its head and looked out the door, but Qin Jing's figure had disappeared.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You deliberately waited for that woman to leave before you told me? "it said, suppressing its anger.

Zhang Zian shook his head and denied, "She is not the initiator of this matter. Even if you scratched her all over, it would not help. In addition to her, there are thousands of people selling the Scottish fold. But do you know why she came to seek cooperation? "

Fina did not answer. It needed Zhang Zian to give it a satisfactory explanation.

"Because more and more people realize that breeding this kind of cat is a very cruel thing. Except for the United States and China, this kind of cat is still breeding this kind of cat. In Europe, the cat association has long removed the Scottish fold from the list. I think, in time, more people will choose to refuse this kind of cat, because this is the true love for them. Qin Jing should have also realized that the Scottish fold will only become more and more difficult to sell, and the competition for the Ragdoll is very fierce, so she really wants to get the Abyssinian cat. "Zhang Zian tried to guess Qin Jing's psychological activities, and his guess was very accurate.

Fina's face became a little better. It wagged its tail and jumped back to the cat climbing frame, staring blankly outside.

"Zian." Old Time Tea used the remote control to slightly lower the volume of the TV.

"What's wrong, Grandpa Tea? Is the taste weak? Should I change the tea leaves? "Zhang Zian stood up from the recliner, intending to put new tea leaves in the teapot and make new tea. In winter, hot water cooled quickly. Even if it was stored in a thermos, the temperature could not be maintained for long, so they had to boil and change the water frequently.

"Not really." Old Time Tea gently waved its paw, stroked its whiskers, and seemed to be thinking about something that happened a long time ago.

Zhang Zian did not dare to disturb it, so he quietly stood aside with his hands down.

After a while, Old Time Tea said, "I just heard you talk about the Scottish fold, and I deeply regret what happened to my compatriots … But thinking about this, I have something that I don't understand, and I want to ask you about it, Zian. It was an encounter that I had in the mountains many years ago. It was just a glimpse, but I can never forget it. Since I have some free time today, I will tell you. "

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