The pet king of the city

"It's rare that you also have self-knowledge, knowing that the famous pets sent by our association will completely crush you."

A fool who feels good about himself suddenly intervenes in the conversation between Chen Lie and Qi boss.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Liang, and I am the vice president of the Pengcheng Pet Association."

The arrogance of Vice Chairman Liang is completely written on his face.

But he didn't know.

The so-called Pengcheng Pet Association was not even a fart in Chen Lie's eyes.

The ignorant Vice Chairman Liang continued to feel good about himself.

He quickly showed an extraordinary demeanor and said proudly: "This dog is an NGKC-certified racing-level dog and has won two institutional-level championships. Look at it, is it walking..."

"Huh, that's not right!"

Boss Qi suddenly interrupted Vice Chairman Liang.

"I remember you are a shareholder of Beihua Pet Breeding Base?"

"Yes, we have drunk before."

Boss Qi recalled for a while, and then suddenly said: "I see, it's no wonder that your base's reputation is so bad, but you haven't received any punishment from the association. I dare to be a player and a referee!"

"I don't know what you said."

"I am the vice president of the Pengcheng Pet Association, not a shareholder of a pet base."

Vice President Liang's face curled up with a trace of panic.

He didn't want Boss Qi to remember the meeting ten years ago, so he left after a few perfunctory words.

"I wipe it."

Chen Lie shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If my opponents are so funny, I think I will also be weakened."

"I wish all the enemies were like this."

"At least I can relax a lot."

Boss Qi shrugged, looked at the venue that had already entered the competition program, and asked: "Brother Chen, you said that waiting for Xiao Hei to run out of results, will it be too scary?"

The first test is speed.

With Xiao Hei's current explosive power, the first place is sure to be ninety-one.

It depends on how fast you run, whether it will be too scary.

"Let's go!"

"It will be our turn soon."

Chen Lie led Xiao Hei out.

Only their appearance caused a burst of laughter.

"No, even the Chinese Pastoral Dogs dare to participate?"

"Either I am blinded, or the company boss behind it is teasing."

"I feel relieved when I see this dog, at least I don't need to be the bottom."

The unbridled ridicule sounded like a storm, rendering the scene a paradise of mockery.

Even the two test court personnel just snickered and forgot to prepare for Chen Lie and Xiao Hei.

"can we start?"

Chen Lie asked coldly.

"Oh!"

"It's time to start."

The field staff immediately began to calculate.

Chen Lie put Xiao Hei on the starting line, knelt down, and quietly exhorted him.

When the people next to the stadium saw this scene, they muttered disdainfully: "Before the speed dog race, the trainer with a little experience will warm up the dog. This person comes to the game without knowing anything. It is unreasonable to make trouble."

But the facts will soon tell him who is the real ignorance.

"We are ready."

Chen Lie released the dog leash and walked out of the test track.

The field personnel were too lazy to talk nonsense, raised their guns high and shouted:

"preparation!"

Bang!

At the moment the gun shot, Xiao Hei passed through the track at an incredible speed like a black wind.

"What happened? I seemed to see a black light just now."

"I must be dazzled, how come there are such fast dogs in this world!"

The others ignored the talking people, all watching the test results on the track:

72 km/h.

Quiet!

The audience entered deathly silence.

Because this number is extremely scary, scary enough to break the world record.

"impossible!"

"It must be cheating!"

I didn't know who was clamoring, and it rang out all at once.

Everyone looked over.

It is the boss of Beihua.

Everyone looked at the boss of Beihua with weird expressions.

Their eyes are not blind, and now the camera is constantly replaying, and the stadium personnel, referees, etc. all flock to the past for more rigorous accounting.

But the president of Beihua didn't realize it at all.

He still yelled: "The world's top speed dog, with a speed of about 65 kilometers per hour, and the 68 kilometers per hour has been designated as the fastest speed dog in the world. This is just a dirt dog. What qualifications do you have to break? world record?"

"why not?"

Chen Lie looked at the boss of Beihua and asked coldly: "Why can't the Chinese Pastoral Dog break the world record? Tell me, what is the reason?"

"This one……"

President Beihua couldn't answer.

He is now sweating all over his head, because the eyes of the people around him looking at him are particularly dark.

Although Chinese pastoral dogs are called native dogs, their status in the pet market is extremely low, and they seem to be random. Crossing dogs are more expensive than them.

But no matter how ordinary, no matter how inferior, they have the word "China" in their names, and they can't help but belittle them at will.

"Humph!"

"How about running faster?"

"Its pedigree, its manners, it is destined that it cannot be a racing dog."

The boss of Beihua broke the jar.

There are many kinds of dog competitions in this world, and many of them are very weird.

For example, in the West, they admire purebred dogs extremely, even to a sick degree.

For example, it is stipulated that those who participate in the competition must be purebred dogs, and a little bit of blood is not eligible to participate in the competition.

This is more than that, they also set the standard for dog breeds.For example, this famous pet's coat color, bad teeth, unsightly body structure, etc., even if this famous pet has won a world champion, it is not eligible to participate in the competition.

The East is not so exaggerated yet.

But this time in the Cantonese Dog Competition, there are indeed requirements for pedigree and manners.

"When it comes to blood, I am curious."

Chen Liepi smiled and asked without a smile: "In terms of pedigree, my little black is a purebred dog, what about yours?"

"What happened to my dog?"

President Beihua thought of the previous words and instinctively warned.

"nothing."

Chen Lie deliberately irritated: "It's just that you mentioned the bloodline just now, so I think of your ghost face mastiff..."