My 1995 Small Farm.

Chen Ling and Shanmao were waiting for the game to start so they could place their bets.

A loud commotion erupted outside the old livestock market, drowning out the barking of dogs inside.

It looked like it was about to rip the roof off.

There were horn sounds, engine roars, and even more boisterous barking.

In the arena, most of the people turned around curiously and immediately saw a whole convoy.

There were twelve or thirteen vehicles in total.

They immediately blocked the entrance completely.

As for the vehicles, there's not much to say; they're either pickup trucks or off-road vehicles.

Each vehicle also had a dog on board.

There are more dogs than people, all of them large and fierce.

Famous domestically, famous internationally...

Chen Ling felt that she had met everyone she knew and didn't know today.

There were even young women following them.

Some of the men were walking large dogs while the women were holding small dogs.

Some were women leading one or two large, fierce dogs, wearing glamorous, heavy makeup, and exuding an arrogant air.

"Goodness, this is getting more and more intense."

Chen Ling feigned surprise, thinking to himself that there were all sorts of people involved in dog fighting.

"Of course, there's something even more intense coming up later."

Yu Bangjin glanced at Chen Ling smugly, quite pleased to see his shocked expression: "Brother, you don't know, in the last two dogfights, someone lost a car, which is hundreds of thousands of yuan. The stakes are really high here."

Chen Ling was surprised to hear this, then shook his head and laughed, "That's really impressive. The two of us can't play for much, it's just like buying lottery tickets on the street."

"Place a bet or two, just for the novelty."

He thought Yu Bangjin was trying to entice him to do something really serious.

Actually, neither he nor Lynx are like that.

Hunting adventures in the mountains and forests are much more exciting than gambling and dog fighting.

Just like he said, the two of them were really just playing around with something new.

"That's not what Lao Yu meant..."

Sun Yanhong had worked with Yu Bangjin for a long time and knew him well, so she rolled her eyes and said, "He's waiting for you to ask him how much money he won."

Upon hearing this, Yu Bangjin chuckled sheepishly and said, "Didn't I win eight times at the beginning of the year? I won back all the losses I had before, doubling my winnings."

"Oh right, Lao Jin, you won eight times too."

Chen Ling asked cooperatively, "So how much money did you win?"

"Hehe, this number."

Yu Bangjin's face immediately lit up with a smile, his face glowing as he made an eight gesture, and he did so twice, both forwards and backwards.

"Holy crap, 8864, you won 640,000?"

Chen Ling hadn't thought anything of it yet, but now he was genuinely shocked. He exchanged a glance with Lynx, both of them quite taken aback.

With the ability to win so much money, it's no wonder some people are obsessed.

In addition, the thrill of bloody violence in dogfighting, and the vanity satisfaction brought by the dog they chose dominating the field.

It's understandable that people get more and more addicted to it.

"Goodness, brother, you really dare to dream big. Six hundred and forty thousand? You're giving me too much credit."

Chen Ling's guess startled Yu Bangjin, who waved his hands repeatedly: "Eight plus eight, 160,000, isn't 160,000 enough?"

If I could win 640,000, would I still be here?
"At least we should get our crayfish featured on CCTV!"

He originally wanted to get his instant noodles featured on CCTV.

But since Chen Ling is here, and we all run a crayfish restaurant together, we naturally have to talk about it this way.

Everyone laughed, and Chen Ling said, "160,000 isn't a small amount."

"Yes, you could buy all these dogs for 160,000."

Lynx nodded and spoke in the direction of the flamboyant young men and women.

"You think you can buy those dogs for 160,000? It seems you're not familiar with the current market situation, Brother Zhong."

Yu Bangjin shook his head.

"What? It's only been six months, how much can the market change?"

"That's strange," the lynx said.

"To put it simply, it's not that the market has changed, it's that it's become more difficult to bring dogs from abroad to China this year."

Yu Bangjin sighed and began his long speech.

As they were talking, a group of young men and women walked over noisily with a large pack of dogs.

"Hey? Xiao Fang is here too."

At this moment, Sun Yanhong glanced over and saw the little lamb at the very back of the group of men and women. She asked in surprise, "I called him yesterday and arranged for him to come over here to find us. What's wrong with this kid? Why is he hanging out with these people?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling looked over and, sure enough, it was Little Sheep walking at the back of the crowd.

However, having witnessed the kid's flamboyant style when he first visited Wang Lixian's house, he wasn't surprised at all that the kid could hang out with this group of equally unruly youths after returning home.

They saw the little lamb, and the little lamb naturally saw them too.

After all, Chen Ling was quite conspicuous with the little blue horse beside him, so he waved to them from afar.

Look at that silly grin, it seems he really went back to his old ways without even going home.

"Hey, Boming, you've made quite a few new friends on your trip home."

Sun Yanhong smiled as she watched Little Sheep walk over with several young men and women walking dogs.

"They're not new friends; they're all people I've known before."

The little lamb chuckled, then looked at Chen Ling, called him "Uncle Fugui," and turned to introduce him to his companions.

"This is Uncle Fugui, whom I've told you about. He's incredibly skilled; the dogs he trains are all champion dogs. If you're into dog fighting, you can learn from him."

After Little Sheep finished his introduction, the young men and women, dressed in a retro, flamboyant style, looked at Chen Ling with great suspicion.

"Xiaoming, is this the one you said you almost became his apprentice? He doesn't look that impressive to me."

"Yeah, you sounded so impressive, we thought you were really like Wu Song, or Xiang Yu, tall and strong, with the strength to kill a bull with one slap..."

It turns out this guy is fair-skinned and thin, and apart from being a bit taller, he's not even as strong as me.

Right in front of Chen Ling, they brazenly looked him up and down, making comments and assessments.

One of the young women tossed her hair and said with a grin, "You know what, Xiaoming's master is actually quite good-looking, it's just that his hairstyle is so outdated."

No wonder Xiaoming became so old-fashioned after getting a girlfriend from the countryside.

Turns out, I've been influenced by others to become old-fashioned.

At this time, outrageous and bizarre costumes were just beginning to emerge, evolving from rock music, and there was already a hint of that trend.

These self-proclaimed trendsetting young people consider traditional buzz cuts, crew cuts, and side cuts to be outdated and look down on them.

"Uncle Fugui, that's just how they talk, please don't mind them."

The little lamb seemed a bit flustered.

The scene was a little different from what he had imagined.

"Seriously, Xiaoming, is this really necessary? He's younger than us. Even if he's your master, he's not your parents."

"Besides, our parents can't control us. I talk to them like this at home, so what?"

"Exactly, Xiaoming, you're really boring. We've known each other for so many years, and you're still siding with outsiders."

"No, no, I just think you guys only started dog fighting this year. Uncle Fugui knows dogs, his dogs are truly kings of the dog world..."

The little lamb hurriedly explained.

Chen Ling scratched his temple. How did Little Sheep end up hanging out with this group of people? Their styles are completely different.

They're not even the same kind of people. Oh, right, this kid's a fan of celebrities.

"Hey buddy, if you're really that good at training dogs, then pick one of our dogs and if you can win three games in a row, we'll be impressed."

Just like Xiaoming, I'll acknowledge you as my master.

The leader was a young man with a "Wu Bai" hairstyle, seven or eight earrings of various sizes, and he slung one shoulder while speaking to Chen Ling in a sleazy manner.

"No, thank you. I don't play this game."

Chen Ling disliked these noisy and boisterous guys, and he felt extremely uncomfortable looking at their attire.

Sun Yanhong frowned and said, "Xiao Fang, hurry up and take them inside to get their numbers. The first round is about to start. We're just here to have some fun with our friends and then talk business. We're not doing dogfights."

He spoke in a tone as if coaxing a child.

But the little lamb was blushing with embarrassment at the moment, and upon hearing this, it felt as if it had been granted a pardon and quickly tried to lead its companions away.

But these young people still wouldn't give up.

A young man with an afro and a perm had his arm around a girl dressed as if her family owned a gold shop, adorned with dazzling jewelry from head to toe, and said to Chen Ling:

"Dude, you're a few years younger than us. How come you're so young and have no guts? You don't say a word when something happens. Do you think you're so great and like to put on airs?"

"Exactly, you're so young, yet you're so old-fashioned all the time. Aren't you ashamed? I think you get along quite well with my dad and uncle. You like to put on airs and are so old-fashioned, the kind of old-fashioned that you're practically buried in the ground."

You people are so out of touch with the times, you're already obsolete.

Chen Ling was already annoyed and wanted to slap him.

But when he heard this person compare him to his father, he was stunned for a moment, speechless.

Sun Yanhong and the others were also dumbfounded after hearing this.

Savor it carefully...

Is this meant to insult someone, or what? It's so confusing.

"Ashamed? Your dad thinks you're the one who's ashamed."

A middle-aged man with a somewhat scholarly air walked over, leading a large black dog.

"Oh? Chairman Wang? You're here too."

The group of young people immediately toned down their arrogant attitude.

This man was the same dogfighter Chen Ling encountered on the night he was walking the tiger; he could recite Zhao Yubao's article.

He's supposedly the vice president of some dogfighting association in their area.

“Look at the state of you all, how dare you laugh at others? If you were willing to dress like Brother Chen, your dad would probably build a temple to fulfill his vow.”

"...Dress like him? Well, I'll wait until the next life. My dad definitely won't live to see that in this life."

The man with the afro muttered something, and the man with the earring chuckled softly behind him. It seemed they all knew this Chairman Wang, and upon seeing him, they tried to avoid him with their dogs.

"Hey you in the back, why are you hiding? Your dad asked you to help him with the business, and you're always running around aimlessly. When your dad gets old, do you think anyone will be able to take over your family's huge business?"

"Here we go again. Who's interested in taking on this lousy business? Back home, I have to bow and scrape to even the smallest official. I can't stand that kind of humiliation..."

The young man with pierced ears muttered dismissively, tidied his Wu Bai-style hair, and blew a breath upwards, seemingly thinking it was cool.

"you……"

"Sigh, forget it. Go play your games. In the future, don't mess with people you shouldn't."

Chairman Wang was also furious and waved his hand impatiently.

These young people had people they respected, but despite their respect, they also showed a kind of resentment. Hearing Chairman Wang's words, they walked into the arena while leading their dogs, glancing at Chen Ling with disdain: "Heh, someone we shouldn't mess with, him?"

Chen Ling's temple twitched upon hearing this, but Little Sheep quickly pulled him back, looking at him with pleading eyes.

It's clear that the little lamb had a tough time today.

Despite her good intentions, her playmates did not appreciate them.

Actually, he's no longer on the same page as those who follow the "Shamate" trend.

He just hasn't realized it yet.

"These young people outside these days, I really don't understand them..."

Chairman Wang shook his head with a wry smile.

"Yes, it's very different from when we were young."

Sun Yanhong looked saddened.

Even someone like Chen Erzhu, whom she knew well, would be dumbfounded by such a young man.

They weren't the thugs and hooligans of the past, nor were they the domineering scoundrels.

Anyway, everything about him looks strange.

Make people dumbfounded.

"Let's not talk about them anymore, the first game has started, it's time to place our bets."

"The lynx reminded me."

Chen Ling nodded and smiled: "Let's go, play a little game, experience it, and after you know the rules, we can go back and teach the kids how to play 'Fighting the Mouse'."

He teaches the children how to fight mice, and he can also try training weasels himself.

Led by Chairman Wang, the group arrived at a relatively close location in the center of the venue.

Just then, a loud whistle blew.

The dogfight has begun.

The first match was between a yellow-haired tiger and a white Dogo Argentino. The two dogs charged out from the south and north respectively, fiercely attacking each other and barking and biting each other in the center of the arena.

Other fighting dogs outside the arena were also jumping around their owners, barking incessantly.

The battle ended quickly.

Tiger Head Yellow and Dogo were both badly injured, but Dogo had a slight advantage due to its size and bit off one of Tiger Head Yellow's ears.

Although Tiger Head Yellow bit down hard, it didn't manage to bite Dogo's neck. It only bit into the back of Dogo's front leg, tearing Dogo's skin and making its front leg lame. However, it didn't manage to bite off the leg, resulting in a missing part of its body. It was a regrettable defeat.

In the first round, because of the young people that Little Sheep brought, Chen Ling and Lynx didn't have time to come and place their bets.

But I also witnessed the cruel and bloody side of dogfighting.

That's really too hurtful to the dog.

The second match was between a bulldog and a Rottweiler.

Chen Ling and his companion made a bet this time, betting Rottweiler.

But unexpectedly, Rottweiler lost in the end.

The much smaller bulldog displayed its might in the arena, biting the Rottweiler's neck and refusing to let go, even sucking a piece of neck meat into its mouth.

Rottweiler couldn't shake him off no matter how hard he tried.

Rottweilers are inherently fierce and aggressive dogs, with a robust physique, and strangers should not approach them.

But at that moment, his vital points were seized, and all he could do was scream in agony. In the end, the bulldog bit a bloody hole in his neck, and he died on the spot.

Good heavens, this is a rare sight! The whole place erupted in cheers and applause.

Those who came to dogfight were especially excited, each one more excited than the last, as if they could see their own dogs about to wreak havoc.

Chen Ling and Lynx lost their first bet, which was witnessed by Little Sheep's friends, who then mocked them and said that Little Sheep's claims were untrue.

Chen Ling was far away from them and didn't notice them, nor did he bother to look in their direction.

Just by focusing on the field, he made a mistake on his first attempt, which was quite novel and unexpected for him and the Bobcats.

So they eagerly searched for their next target to bet on.

As a result, they fought several rounds, and many of the results were unexpected by both of them. If they had bet on these matches, they would have definitely lost.

Just as the two of them were feeling strange, a chorus of barking suddenly erupted from the southeast corner outside the arena, all of it the furious howling of dogs.

Chen Ling stepped onto the horse and stood up to look around. There were more than ten dogs fighting over there, and more and more dogs kept breaking their chains and joining in.

In an instant, the dogs rioted.

When Chairman Wang and his gang of dogfighters saw this, they were immediately enraged: "Damn it, which bastard drugged the dogs? Do they want to die?"