Hong Dali didn't feel like he was in the eye of the storm at all. At this time, he was standing in the lobby of another restaurant that he bought from the strange brother yesterday, looking at the dogs rolling on the floor.
100 Tibetan Mastiffs of all sizes. 100 Chow Chows of all sizes. One hundred Huskies, big, medium and small. And 100 Samoyed of all sizes. That's right, a total of 400 dogs were rolling on the first floor of the restaurant. Puppies bit other puppies, big dogs bit other big dogs, Huskies and Samoyed howled like wolves, Tibetan Mastiffs and Chow Chows were all covered in fur, just short of a good fight.
The entire first floor was in a mess.
Not mentioning the 400 dogs in the center, there were also boxes piled up on the east side of the hall that were as tall as a person, blocking the entire wall, filled with dog food. The west side was also piled up with boxes that were as tall as a person, also blocking the entire wall, filled with milk.
This kind of scene was rarely seen in a hundred years. Tang Muxin liked dogs, especially Silly Girl's Chow Chows. But today, she saw it in such a state. Her clear big eyes were like light bulbs, and her pink and moist little mouth almost formed an 'O' shape, and it lasted for a full two minutes.
At this time, the temperament and character of the various dogs could be seen.
Tibetan Mastiffs were undoubtedly the kings of these dogs. They raised their heads and bared their teeth at the people around them from time to time. Occasionally, they would bark, and the sound would be earth-shattering — this was because these dogs were too ferocious, so they were separated into large metal cages. Otherwise, the first floor would have long been covered in blood.
Chow Chows were more simple and honest, especially the young ones, which crawled on the ground like a fluffy ball. Just one look at them and one couldn't help but want to laugh. Of course, only the young ones were cute. The real adult Chow Chows were quite fierce, and only they dared to look at the Tibetan Mastiffs in the eyes.
Huskies were the noisiest of the four types of dogs. They ran all over the floor and bit everything they saw. Everything was leather, cloth, or plastic, there was nothing they didn't bite. Even the metal table legs had a few teeth marks or a few drops of saliva.
The Samoyed was relatively quiet and was considered the most gentlemanly — if not for the white fur that had fallen all over the ground.
It was the beginning of spring, and the weather had started to warm up. It was the time for the Samoyed to shed their fur happily. With so many dogs in the hall, the scene was like a snowstorm in June. People who didn't know better would think that this was a movie set filming a snowy night scene.
The waiters and waitresses of the restaurant had long been scared to the point of hiding in a corner of the restaurant. Hong Dali, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with this scene. He turned around and said to Ling Xiaoyi, "Xiaoyi, well done. This is the kind of scene I wanted! Reward him with 5,000! "
Ling Xiaoyi, who was dressed in black silk maid attire, hurriedly bowed and thanked him. "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward."
At this moment, a small white ball rolled to Hong Dali's feet. He looked down and saw that it was a small Samoyed that couldn't even walk steadily. Hong Dali squatted down and touched the little Samoyed's furry little head. The little guy raised its head and grinned. This made Hong Dali very happy. He instantly smiled and said, "Yo, this little guy actually knows how to smile. Haha, I choose you!" Hong Dali immediately carried it up and looked at it from top to bottom. The little guy's whole body was as white as snow, without a single strand of mixed fur. The paws on its four little paws were soft and pink. It looked very good. Hong Dali was quite satisfied. "Yup, I will call you Xiaoxiao from now on, okay?"
After hearing Hong Dali's words, the little guy grinned again and then cried out, "Awooo …"
"Haha, Xinxin has also chosen." At this time, Tang Muxin had also carefully selected a cute Chow Chow. Hong Dali turned around and looked at Ling Xiaoyi. "Ask everyone to choose one. En, one Tibetan Mastiff for each of the three male lackeys. You and the other five female lackeys will each get a Husky.
Ling Xiaoyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Okay, Young Master."
Five minutes later.
The three male lackeys walked at the front, each of them leading a Tibetan Mastiff, showing off their prowess and barking whenever they saw someone. Hong Dali held his new pet, Samoyed Xiaoxiao, and walked in the middle. Tang Muxin led a white Chow Chow and walked beside him. Anyway, they had already embarrassed themselves enough. It didn't matter if they embarrassed themselves again. The six female lackeys, including Ling Xiaoyi, each had a Husky and walked behind them. As for the driver, he got a Labrador from somewhere and walked at the back.
Such a group of people attracted the attention of all the pedestrians on the street. Along the way, there were wails and howls, and the whole street was filled with one sound —
"Ah —!!!" "Mommy, look, there are so many dogs over there!" "Woof woof woof!!" "Are they here to walk the dogs or to use the dogs to bite people? Move further away! "" Awooo —!! "" This … is this a movie? "" Awooo!! "
Hong Dali walked with his feet splayed out and even wore sunglasses. He had the standard demeanor of a prodigal second generation.
Tang Muxin lowered her head and stared at Xiao Xiao Bai, the white Chow Chow in her arms.
The nine lackeys were in high spirits. Their expressions and gazes were like Uncle Bird who sang "Jiangnan Style." They had the arrogance of closing the door and letting the dogs out of anyone they didn't like.
At the entrance of a barber shop, Hong Dali pulled Tang Muxin and barged in. The nine lackeys, one driver, ten people, and ten dogs guarded the door. The pedestrians all retreated, not allowing strangers to get close.
Seeing Hong Dali and Tang Muxin enter, the barber hurriedly came up to them. "Hello, are the two of you here to get your hair done?"
"Yup, to get your hair done, but not by us." Hong Dali kept a straight face and looked serious.
"That is …" The barber was a little confused.
Hong Dali pointed at Xiao Xiao Bai, the white Chow Chow in Ling Xiaoyi's arms. "Do a hairstyle for it."
With a clatter, the barber dropped the scissors in his hand. After a while, he reacted. "O … OK … Sir, what kind of hairstyle do you intend to do for it?"
Hong Dali reached into his arms and took out a piece of paper.
Therefore, ten minutes later, Xiao Xiao Bai, the white Chow Chow, walked out of the barber shop with a panda hairstyle …
What was worth mentioning was that the haircut didn't cost anything because Hong Dali casually made a phone call and bought the barber shop …
This time, there were even more interesting things to see along the way. A large group of people were leading dogs, and the beautiful girl was carrying an unknown panda in her arms. In short, it was a high-end, elegant, and cool scene. The world of the rich was indeed not something that ordinary people could understand.
The group of people walked all the way to the west and arrived in front of an undeveloped garden. This place was about seven to eight hundred meters away from the restaurant where the dogs were kept. It was an undeveloped mountainous forest. At the side of the road was a flat lawn, and further in was a small hill about fifty to sixty meters high. The hill was lush with green trees, and there was a small river flowing from the foot of the hill to Fengyuan Lake about two hundred meters away. Perhaps because of this, there were no buildings built here, and the environment was good.
Hong Dali looked around and suddenly pointed at the hill. "I want this hill! In the future, I'll come here to walk the dogs! "
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