Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 67 [President Cat] Make money, this cat can make two deals

The cat thief returned to a dilapidated warehouse. There was a circle of iron chains hanging on the rusty big iron door, and there was a lock on the iron chain.

The tall man looked around to make sure no one was following him, then took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

The door was a bit old and creaked when it was opened, and a pungent smell hit the face along with the noisy calls of cats.

The light in the warehouse is extremely dark, and the meowing of cats one after another is harsh and annoying, some because of fear, some because of fright, and some because of hunger.

The door was closed and locked.

The tall man turned on a dim lamp, and under the light appeared piles of cats in iron cages.

Those who looked healthy and in good condition were kept in small independent cages, while others who looked worse or weaker were crowded together and trapped in the same narrow cage.

There is very little cat litter, and all kinds of food and drink are placed in a mess in the cage. The water we drink is also turbid, with a layer of debris at the bottom.Everything smelled faintly.

Some of the cats were so thin that they had no strength to struggle. They squatted on the spot and meowed with big eyes. They meowed a few times but were unwilling to meow.

A hungry mother cat timidly protected her kittens after hearing the sound of sticks.

"A bunch of useless trash, they only know how to eat all day long!" The short man heard the most impatiently. He picked up an iron rod leaning against the corner and knocked on the nearest iron cage a few times.

The clanking sound of iron cages and sticks spread throughout the warehouse. The cat cowered in the corner in fear and quickly stopped barking.

The sack containing the cat was thrown onto the uneven ground, and the cat thief swept his feet left and right to clear out the space next to it.

"This cat is a good breed," the tall cat thief said, carrying a plastic stool over and sitting down, and deftly opened the mouth of the worn bag.

Today's cat was even more aggressive. After struggling for only 2 minutes, a hole was scratched in the bag. When the short man pressed the cat, his sharp claws also caused a few bloody marks.

"It almost ran away." The short man glanced at the arm that was holding the flower, and felt a burning pain. "If I hadn't noticed its appearance, I would have crushed it to death!"

"Haven't you been tickled many times before? Why are you so angry this time?"

The tall man poured the unconscious cat out of the bag, looked at its head and paw pads carefully, then spat on it and walked to the side, stepping on it with the holed yellow rubber soles and crushing it.

"The cat has made a profit this time. Shorty, take a photo of it first, and then apply for a false certificate." The tall man opened the cat's mouth and couldn't help but admired when he saw its beautiful white teeth:
"It's a really good male cat. Not only can he be sold for blood, but he can also be a good breeding cat. The profit of at least twenty cats can make two big deals."

"It's worth more than scratching my two paws once. For the sake of money, I don't care about it as an animal."

The short man wiped the drool that was about to come out, got under the table and took out the medicine box that was gathering dust. He briefly treated the wound and wrapped it with a bandage, and began to decorate the cat's display stand.

After a cat is trained, its temperament will be greatly reduced. They need to photograph the cat in its best state and display it on the website in order to sell it at the best price.

Like a live broadcast with goods, the two brought the newly caught cat into a small house in the warehouse.

The layout of the small house is clean, and there are various cat things on the cabinets on the wall, such as small dolls, photos of cats, etc.

The light was bright, and a camera was shooting at a table in the room.

Just looking at the layout of the small room, it looks more like a "cat-loving group" environment.The two changed clothes, and Chaozi took out a clean and exquisite cat nest, placed the Maine Coon cat in various resting positions, took a few photos, and then started recording an introduction video.

"This Maine Coon cat is the best cat in our store and the treasure of the store. Both his father and mother are competition-level cats that have won awards in world-class competitions."

The tall man picked up the sleeping Maine Coon cat and introduced the advantages and perfection of each part of it while showing it, "Everyone, look at its muzzle, the sign of fullness. The body is smooth and the fur is soft..."

During this process, neither of them showed their faces, wearing a cat smile headgear and using a voice changer.

"Assistant, please show me the relevant certificates for this cat." The tall man motioned to the short man to get those certificates.

El Chapo pasted the newly printed photos on several brand-new certificates.

"Ahahaha, since this is just a cat born abroad, cough... I just got it back in the past few days, and there are a lot of certificates."

After playfully saying a few words to smooth things over, the tall man threw the cat on the table, went over and kicked the short man on the leg: "Damn it, you're still dawdling about counting money!"

The dwarf raised his head and glared at him: "Come on, do you know the foreign characters in this book?"

The tall man glanced and didn't even know which country the words on the shell were from. He quickly put his arm on the short man's shoulder courteously: "Hey, isn't this brother less educated? He only knows how to make money. You can take your time. Come on... ah, when the time comes, the video will cut this part."

Chapo glued the cut-out photo to the certificate of security, covering up the original photo of the cat.

"Today's ticket, how do you divide the money?" The dwarf went over with a few certificates.

The tall man sat back on the chair, put the cat into the litter box, and took a certificate from him: "The red one is mine, and the white one is yours, how about it?"

"Brother, you have to know how much does it cost to mate a cat of this quality, and how many times can the blood be drawn?" The tall man held the certificate in front of the camera nonchalantly, "You can also use medicine to stimulate the blood, how convenient it is. "

"That's true." The short man said nothing more. The tall man changed his face to a kind face, faced the camera, and poked the certificate with his finger, as if introducing the product manual of a product:
"This is its award certificate from abroad. It is absolutely authentic. There is only one cat of this level in the world..."

The edited video will be posted to a specific URL and soon attract voices.

Lu Shengjing only felt that he was in a humid and stinky environment. His body seemed to be filled with various tubes. His sour eyelids were lifted. He had no strength and half closed them tiredly.

All the consciousness and strength in the body seemed to be withdrawn bit by bit along with the stinging points on the neck, as if there was nothing left to send out.

He saw a pair of dirty hands leave his body, and the man's eyes stared at the liquid in the needle with satisfaction, "It's just one time."

"There's news from the store. We need it this afternoon." The cat had already seen another well-dressed man running over, and gave it a disgusted look. "I fell down. Is it still possible? What's the price this time?" Not low."

The tall man just smiled and said, "Just give me a shot. I'll be excited once I take a shot."

The cat could even see clearly that the dirty needle was covered with dirt and connected to the turbid liquid, approaching him step by step.But he didn't have any strength to resist...

"Splendid scene...splendid scene?!"

(End of this chapter)