"Haha, it's not a good idea. I can only say that this Tibetan mastiff is a bit perverted." Wang Junpu pointed to the hound and Tibetan mastiff having fun in the corner and couldn't help laughing.
"Brother Wang, you don't know how to trick beautiful dogs, do you?" Liu Jun also found it interesting. Can Tibetan mastiffs mate with dogs?
Wang Junpu said confidently: "I have this idea. If the mastiff breed is left, I am afraid that the old owner will not recognize him again. The blood relationship of any mammal is the most stable, and the hound, the big yellow dog, is beautiful."
The master is you, so the Tibetan Mastiff will naturally be loyal to you, that's how it should be."
Liu Jundao: "Are you saying that if Tibetan mastiffs are bred with hunting dogs and the Tibetan mastiff breed is left behind, the Tibetan mastiffs will no longer be like Guan Yu who is in Cao's camp and his heart is in Han?"
Wang Junpu said carelessly: "Ajun, Guan Yu is a bit inferior to the Tibetan Mastiff. However, it really means that. You have also seen that Black Eagle and Huahua hit it off at first sight. This is also called fate. People are destined to each other, and dogs are like dogs.
Yuanli."
Zhao Xiaohu stood there with wide eyes. After listening to Wang Junpu's strange remarks, he innocently said: "Brother Wang, you don't want to sacrifice Huahua's appearance, do you?"
When Wang Junpu heard this, he laughed again and touched Zhao Xiaohu's head: "Huzi, you know a lot."
"Hehe..." Zhao Xiaohu giggled. He was used to seeing dogs riding on dogs in mountain villages, and then the dog's butt would stick to the dog's butt like a bellows. Even if you don't understand the nature of dogs, you can still tell it by looking at it.
Doorway. It is natural for dogs to be affectionate with dogs, and it is understandable. However, the good way of dogs and Tibetan mastiffs getting along is something that transcends species. Zhao Xiaohu, who is young, cannot figure it out.
Mengting, a girl, was embarrassed to participate in the conversation between men about the breeding of Tibetan mastiffs and dogs. She walked to the huge photo of Liu Jun and the Tibetan mastiff and started to appreciate it carefully.
The mute observed the affectionate behavior between the big yellow dog and the Tibetan mastiff, thoughtfully.
When he came to Wang Junpu's place to visit the Tibetan mastiffs that he had spent a lot of money to tame, he suddenly encountered the topic of breeding Tibetan mastiffs with hunting dogs. This was something Liu Jun did not expect.
Seeing that Zhao Xiaohu was silent, Liu Jun felt that it was reasonable to breed a big yellow dog with a Tibetan mastiff to tie the Tibetan mastiff's memory of its old owner, but it also felt a bit ridiculous, so he pulled Wang Junpu aside and asked in a low voice: "Brother Wang, Dahuang
The dog is a hunting dog, not a comfort dog, so I’m afraid your method is inappropriate?”
Wang Junpu said: "Ajun, there is nothing wrong with the intermarriage between a yellow dog and a sky-high-priced Tibetan mastiff. As you can see, the Tibetan mastiff and the yellow dog simply fell in love at first sight. I'm afraid they won't be able to pull them back even if they want to."
Liu Jun looked at the Tibetan Mastiff and the big yellow dog again. It was indeed as Wang Junpu said. Of course, the yellow dog would not suffer when breeding a yellow dog with a Tibetan mastiff. If the mastiff loves the dog, it can just follow the trainer.
"Brother Wang, I'm going to persuade Xiao Huzi." Liu Jun said and came to Zhao Xiaohu, "Huzi, you heard what Brother Wang said just now. Don't you think Huahua is a little lonely as a dog?"
Zhao Xiaohu shook his head and asked in confusion: "Brother Jun, how can you be lonely when you are with me all day long?"
Liu Jun defended: "Huahua and you are very close, but you also know that boys get married when girls get married. You see, Huahua is a grown up girl, and she fell in love with the majestic Tibetan Mastiff. They
They already kissed each other, you can't ruin their marriage, right?"
"Then...Brother Jun, do you mean that Huahua will get married when she grows up?" Zhao Xiaohu asked crisply.
"Yes, oh, no. Dogs don't marry people, they marry dogs. Anyway, that's what it means. If you want Huahua to be good, you have to bless it. Don't you think you should find a good family for Huahua? Oh,
I said it wrong again, I’m looking for a good dog home. Haha.”
Liu Jun couldn't help but laugh at what he said, thinking that it would be very difficult to tell children things that adults only understand, but luckily Zhao Xiaohu was smarter and could explain.
"Well, it should be." Zhao Xiaohu blinked and thought for a while, nodded, and felt that what Liu Jun said made sense, and asked again, "Brother Jun, if you marry a dog, do you have to stay with Brother Wang?"
Already?"
Liu Jun comforted Zhao Xiaohu and said, "Yes, we can come and see Huahua at any time, and we can often bring some delicious food to Huahua and Black Eagle. If we give birth to a strong mastiff baby, you can also take away the raised one."
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"That's okay." Zhao Xiaohu thought that he would be able to raise a Tibetan Mastiff cub soon and he would feel less disappointed. Liu Jun convinced him.
"However, I have to ask Huahua to see if she is willing to stay with Black Eagle." Zhao Xiaohu called out "Huahua, come here", and saw the big yellow dog wagging its tail reluctantly saying goodbye to the Tibetan mastiff and walking to Zhao Xiaohu's side.
, the Tibetan Mastiff also followed the big yellow dog Huahua, wagging its tail, and walked to Liu Jun's side.
"Huahua, are you willing to stay?" Zhao Xiaohu knelt down and asked the big yellow dog.
The big yellow dog was very hesitant, looking at the little tiger and then at the Tibetan mastiff, but never expressed its attitude.
Zhao Xiaohu reluctantly patted the big yellow dog on the head: "Okay, Huahua, you can stay, I will come to see you often."
"Woof, woof, woof." The big yellow dog barked several times at Zhao Xiaohu, excited by Zhao Xiaohu's reasonableness. Nothing can stop the big yellow dog's love.
"Ouch, ouch." The Tibetan Mastiff also barked a few friendly words at Zhao Xiaohu, and the marriage between the Tibetan Mastiff and the local dog was finalized under Wang Junpu's plan.
"Okay, Arjun, you will be the only owner of the Tibetan Mastiff from now on." Wang Junpu snapped his fingers. He was pleased with the genius idea that could implement the beautiful dog plan. The next step he needed to do was to cross-breed the Tibetan Mastiff with the hunting dog.
I have always wanted to domesticate a strange animal, that is, a special mutated animal after cross-breeding. The ferocious Tibetan Mastiff Black Hawk and the intelligent hound Huahua will be mated to produce a powerful alien offspring. It is worth looking forward to.
"Okay, let's just say, thank you for your hard work, Brother Wang." Liu Jun shook hands with the trainer Wang Junpu and said goodbye, leaving the big yellow dog Huahua with the Tibetan mastiff Black Eagle.
When Zhao Xiaohu left Wang Junpu's yard, he turned back three times. The hound Huahua barked at Zhao Xiaohu and said goodbye in tears. The Tibetan Mastiff Black Eagle also howled at Liu Jun and his entourage to say goodbye.
The mute drove Mengting back to the blue sky and clear water in a dark red Range Rover. In the car, Liu Jun received a call from Jiang Haofeng's secretary Zhou Peng, who mentioned to Liu Jun that Jiang Haofeng had promised the female secretary to send a picture to Lijun Company's opening ceremony.
"Smooth sailing" about famous paintings.
Zhou Peng said on the phone: "Arjun, the painting 'Smooth Sailing' has become a masterpiece. We are negotiating with the painter's family to give it to your company later. Boss Jiang said that after he finishes his work for a while, he will personally give the painting to you."
you."
Liu Jun replied: "Apeng, thank you Boss Jiang for your care. I accept your kindness. The painting 'Smooth Sailing' is the artist's final work. It cannot be measured by value. Let it be left to the artist's family as a souvenir."
"Ajun, you are right. Boss Jiang and I also had the intention at that time to buy an authentic painting by a famous person from the cultural relics market and give it to you. However, the young painter knew that he was not in good health, so before delivering the last painting
At that time, he left a will in advance, and he must give the work to you. He also signed it, "To Haofengjun's best friend Ajun". He donated all the 200,000 yuan in writing fees paid by Boss Jiang to the Rising Sun of Qingfeng Mountain.
primary school."
"Ah, Xuri Elementary School, you heard that right? Isn't it Hope Elementary School?" Liu Jun was startled. He remembered that he and Meng Ting went to Xuri Elementary School in Qingfeng Mountain to collect information. That Xuri Elementary School was the executive deputy mayor.
Why did Chen Xu accept a secret that he had never disclosed to the public? There must be something fishy about it...
"The two hundred thousand yuan was donated to Xuri Primary School, not Hope Primary School. What's wrong?" Zhou Peng asked back.
"Oh, I've only heard of Hope Primary School." Liu Jun lied. He didn't want to get involved with Vice Mayor Chen.
"Actually, Xuri Primary School is the same as Hope Primary School, with similar characteristics. Xuri Primary School was built in the poorest place in Qingfeng County, a national poverty-stricken county, far away from the county seat. It was funded by a philanthropist and can accept external donations."
"A Peng, you know so much. That painter is so upright and upright, what's his name?" Liu Jun changed the topic and didn't want to talk too much about Xuri Elementary School with Zhou Peng, but he felt more and more about Xuri Elementary School.
It’s getting more and more puzzling. Vice Mayor Chen Xu didn’t want outsiders to know the existence of Xuri Primary School, so why did he suddenly publicly accept donations? How many secrets are there that are not known to outsiders?
"Oh, I don't know the real name of the painter who died young, but his pen name was Feng Gu. It seems that there was a famous painter named Tie Gu during the Republic of China. Maybe the pen name of the young painter came from this." Zhou Pengbo has been widely known.
He really knows a lot. Liu Jun lamented that Jiang Haofeng reused Zhou Peng for his real talent.
"Fenggu, this is a good name. You will not lose the character of a painter until your death. Apeng, let's do this. Respect the deceased, and leave the painting to Fenggu's family."
Liu Jun really couldn't bear to keep his character's last words "smooth sailing". Although his character's last words may be priceless, Liu Jun is not the kind of person who is blind to money, otherwise Jiang Haofeng would not be so generous and spend money on Liu Jun.
"Ajun, you are wrong. The more you respect the deceased, the more you must comply with the deceased's last wishes. The greatest comfort to the deceased is that the painting 'Smooth Sailing' is kept in Lijun Company."
"Well, A Peng, if Feng Gu's family members don't want to take it out, forget it. Don't force it."
After Liu Jun answered Zhou Peng's call, he was full of suspicions about Chen Xu, a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and Executive Deputy Mayor, who secretly funded the establishment of Xuri Primary School, but he could not tell others easily. Fortunately, the overtired Meng Ting fell asleep on his shoulder.
, if she heard what happened at Xuri Elementary School, it would touch Mengting’s heart.
Because she accidentally interviewed Xuri Primary School and touched some secrets of Vice Mayor Chen, Meng Ting resigned from her job as a reporter at Jiangnan TV Station at Liu Jun's request. According to Meng Ting, station director Han Hongtao gave her three months' grace.
Time will give her time to think about it carefully. If she really wants to resign before New Year's Day, she will take back Mengting's house in Blue Sky and Clear Water.
Liu Jun felt very guilty for Mengting's resignation. He promised to buy Mengting a house, but Mengting insisted not to do so. She said that she wanted to create a happy life through her own labor. She could rent a house with her mother first.
Rely on your own ability to make money and buy a house.
"Tingting, I'm sorry." Liu Jun felt guilty and crossed his hands on his chest. Although the tired Mengting was leaning on his shoulders, he could easily hold her waist and kiss her forehead gently as before.
, but he can't do that. He knows that Bai Mei has cooked food in the new rented house and is waiting for him to come home for dinner. I am afraid that Bai Mei, who loves him stupidly, will really prepare Wangzai milk for him.