Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1006 - 534 I’m Here to Learn from Experience_2

Chapter 1006: Chapter 534 I’m Here to Learn from Experience_2

It’s easy to make money off the rich second-generation heirs if you remember just one thing—cater to their tastes!

I’ve driven over a thousand kilometers without complaint because I’ve heard that I’m bringing a Tibetan Mastiff to fight a tiger. All I need is for my mastiff to face the tiger, preferably for a couple of rounds. Then, after I return, how I describe the event is all up to me and my photos.

A dog fighting another dog, no matter how fierce, is ultimately still just a dog. But a dog that can fight a tiger? Its value will skyrocket, and the money of those rich heirs will flow right into my pocket!

It’s important to know one’s place. As for my current family wealth, I don’t have grand expectations, nor do I feel resentful—it’s thanks to my current status that anyone knows the child of a poor teacher, even if that teacher has published a few insignificant articles.

Is 500,000 a lot of money?

That depends on the situation.

If I can bring back some photos of the Tibetan Mastiff fighting the tiger and maybe have a small-time reporter run a feature on it back home—after all, where I come from is far from here, and information doesn’t travel so fast—I’m not worried about Yan Fei exposing my little scheme.

Once the Tibetan Mastiff I call the Black Lion becomes famous, the puppies of the females it’s mated with will be worth a fortune!

Tibetan Mastiffs are not like cars. With cars, I’d rather people didn’t know me. But now, I wish everyone, from the oldest to the toddlers, would hear of my renown in raising mastiffs.

As for the possibility of someone trying to snatch up my mastiff once its fame grows, I’m not worried. I’ve been cooperative enough that the man who took over my car business actually felt a bit guilty. He even offered to repay the favor someday. With that promise, I’m not concerned about attracting unwanted attention by standing out.

In any case, I don’t think the same way as Yan Fei and the others, not even a little. It’s amusing—both sides think they’ve met a fool, but we’ll see who the fool really is after we meet in person.

Two cars—one large, one small—arrived near Sancha River, and asking for directions to Yan Fei’s cattle farm was a breeze, as anyone would eagerly point the way.

Soon enough, the cars were waited on by Li Fang from the cattle farm, who led them to the bamboo grove.

Yan Fei received notice of our arrival at the bridgehead. Heizi is becoming more and more reliable—he had Li Fang wait at the west side of the bridge and someone else on watch at the front gate of the farm. They called him the moment the cars arrived.

The fact that Heizi didn’t show up himself, despite such an "exciting" event, is telling. He said he was tired of seeing me bully others, and watching my tigers bully dogs wasn’t worth his time.

When we met face to face, it was not the time for the sort of posturing we’d engaged in over the phone. No matter what, I had to show respect—as the host, and as the outsider who traveled a great distance.

When the cars parked next to the bamboo grove, and our groups exchanged greetings, Chen Yingjun ordered his men to bring down the Black Lion from the truck.

And wow, that Tibetan Mastiff was truly magnificent. With a wildness that radiated from it, it looked no less intimidating than a male lion at first glance.

Chen Yingjun was specialized indeed; the Tibetan Mastiff was brought directly from the Southwest Province, fed on beef daily, and had participated in many dog fights, exuding powerful evil spirits.

Animals are far more sensitive than humans, and as soon as the Tibetan Mastiff got off the truck, it sensed the dangerous presence of the seemingly lethargic beasts glued to the ground some distance away.

As it showed hostility and roared, a tiger’s growl responded from afar—it was Tiger Si. For Tiger Da and the others who often witnessed "big scenes," a Tibetan Mastiff was hardly impressive.

Yan Fei chuckled and said, "They’re getting antsy, huh? Boss Chen, let’s go inside for some tea first. You’ve been on the road, and your mastiff looks quite worn out as well. Let it rest a bit before we start."

Chen Yingjun initially wanted to refuse, stating that the mastiff was accustomed to long car rides, and while it might affect its combat ability slightly, it wouldn’t be significant—it had been looked after on the truck. But seeing the face of the man he called Brother Erbao, with a hint of anxiety as if facing a great enemy, Chen Yingjun smoothly changed his mind, "Sure, that works. To be honest, the journey wasn’t easy. My bones are almost falling apart; riding in the truck was much bumpier than the car. It’s good to rest for a while."

Yan Fei had plenty of people on his side as well, with Wang Jiuming and Chen He’s cousin—veterans in business. Chen Yingming didn’t need to keep up his charade of being a spoilt rich second-generation once he arrived here—everyone was old foxes, so there was no point in continuing the pretense.

As we walked closer to the tigers, apart from Tiger Si and a few dogs farther away, Black Bear, Tiger Er, and Tiger San managed to muster some low growls to mark their territory, reminding the newcomer to respect the rules.

As for Tiger Da, that guy was acting too haughty, barely flipping an eyelid as if to say, "That’s my acknowledgement of you."

Approaching the entrance, Chen Yingjun paused, "Wait for me, Boss Yan. I’ll go back and check on Black Lion!"