Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 648 - Chapter 648 648. Ten or eight is not too many_1

Chapter 648: 648. Ten or eight is not too many_1 Chapter 648: 648. Ten or eight is not too many_1 Meanwhile, Song Tan followed the person in charge through the door and breathed a sigh of relief when they considerately gave her a cup of water.

She thought, bringing Dabao and the others here was indeed the most direct application possible.

Otherwise, she might not have been able to enter this place at all.

At this moment, Song Tan earnestly looked at the person:

“I can guarantee that they will never encounter theft. In fact, although the surveillance is only partially set up at the moment, it will definitely catch up as we continue to develop the mountainous area.”

“Additionally,” she added:

“You have seen the condition of the dogs I brought with me–I am not someone who is reluctant to spend money on dogs. You don’t have to worry about my financial strength.”

“How about this, let me show you my online shop and live broadcast room–this is my shop, the pricing and sales volume are real. This is my live broadcast room; all the dogs have appeared on it.”

“And these are a few pictures, parts of the contract where I’ve leased the mountain land in the village.”

Song Tan displayed the pages one by one:

“I dare guarantee that the dogs raised at my place are definitely freer, happier, and receive more comprehensive care than they would elsewhere.”

However, the person in charge, looking at the phone, wasn’t entirely convinced by her boasts.

–Who can’t talk a good game?

Many who came to adopt in past years also lived in villas and owned companies; what mattered was how much they were willing to do for the dogs.

In many people’s eyes, humans are humans, dogs are dogs; feeding them is enough.

But these retired canines had fought alongside them, had even shared life-and-death experiences; treating them was like caring for wounded comrades.

If the base hadn’t been in such a difficult position to care for them wholeheartedly, they wouldn’t have opened up for adoption to the public.

Yet, even so, when the person in charge briskly skimmed through the contract images and the live broadcast room, and then focused on the backend page of Peachy Bao’s shop that Song Tan had opened, they were taken aback.

Looking up at Song Tan again, the look in their eyes clearly spelled out several words–

[Are you some kind of cunning merchant?]

Looking at the orders, grass mats, and tea leaves were one thing, but tremella mushrooms for four thousand a pound!

Not to mention, whatever hundred-dollar bell pepper sauce and peaches for tens of dollars per pound…

What was even more outrageous was that because they were looking at the backend, as they scrolled through the page, there were still people continuously urging to hurry up and sell some food…

Absolutely ridiculous!

Song Tan added with a smile:

“Showing you this backend isn’t meant to boast. I just wanted you to know that my farm has quite a promising future.”

“And there’s absolutely no need to worry about the dogs being mistreated if I go bankrupt or run out of money.”

“After all, even if others come to adopt, it’s hard to guarantee that they’re completely safe, right?”

“If you’re still not reassured, take a look at these pictures and videos. These are my other treasures at home. I can assure you, no one can raise them in the state that I do!”

This was indeed true.

This point, the person in charge also conceded. They didn’t even need to ask about diet plans or training schedules.

Whether a dog is well-raised is something that can be seen at a glance.

It’s hard not to be moved.

After all, what could be more direct than the several dogs that Song Tan brought with her to the adoption applications crowded in the mailbox?

Sensing the person’s hesitation, Song Tan immediately seized the moment:

“Moreover, the requirements for raising dogs in cities are now very high, with many large breeds not being feasible to keep.”

“Even if they are kept, neighbors resist, passersby fear them, and one must sneak around at night just to take them for a walk… it’s actually very detrimental to the dogs’ mental and physical health.”

“Things are different at my place. Just look at the king outside, such a large dog, and we’ve raised him so well! He’s both clever and cheerful, how wonderful!”

Manager: Damn it! Thinking about how the treasures in his own team can only be taken out at night with muzzles on, his heart really ached!

But the reality of the restrictions on keeping large dogs in the city and the ease with which they are rejected by others is indeed true.

At this moment, his expression involuntarily relaxed.

“The retirees are either old dogs or have injuries and illnesses. If your family’s large mountain needs guarding, they really don’t have the energy or conditions for it anymore.”

Song Tan laughed: “Don’t worry, at my place, each dog is responsible for just one area, like the king here is in charge of Peach Forest behind the mountain.”

It seems a bit derogatory to speak of watching over a pigpen, so let’s not mention that for now.

“Sanbao and Sibao are in charge of the vegetable garden.”

“There are also a few younger mutts being educated by Dabao and Erbao; they’re in Chestnut Garden.”

“None of them is responsible for a big area, just a few acres, and they’re all fenced in. In fact, they don’t really need to do much on a daily basis. Just their presence there is an impressive deterrent.”

Song Tan wanted to adopt more purely because the mountain area was so vast–it would almost be like deliberately tempting others if she didn’t have enough of a deterrent presence.

She recalled a news report she saw the other day and struck while the iron was hot: “Besides, when people retire, they often have a hard time adjusting without work. And many people tend to fall sick quite easily once they stop working…”

“Humans have so many ways to entertain themselves, and yet they still feel sad when they have nothing to do. What about dogs? Can they really adapt to doing nothing as soon as they retire?”

“At my place, a few small tasks might actually make them happier.”

The manager looked at Song Tan with a complicated gaze.

The young girl before him looked quite young and beautiful, as if she had never been through rough times. But the words that came out of her mouth hit right at the heart!

So much so that the manager was already agreeing with her.

Indeed, several of the treasures in the team had been a bit down lately, and caretakers were struggling to cheer them up.

He pondered for a moment: “So, you’ve come to adopt a few?”

Steady!

Song Tan was overjoyed and quickly responded, “Three or five would be too few, but ten or eight would not be too many!”

Hiss!

The manager gasped, “You sure are ambitious! Ten or eight? Do you know how many retired dogs we have in total from the police force side?”

“Only twelve in total!”

“Eight healthy dogs and four with injuries or diseases.”

The dogs that were weeded out because they could generate revenue for the state were not included in this list.

The manager looked at Song Tan and waved his hand feebly:

“You come here asking for ten or eight, that’s like trying to sweep up our entire public adoption list! Once we post the announcement, what will the other applicants think?”

Song Tan urged him unhurriedly:

“Don’t rush; I’m fine with a few.”

“I’ll raise them for two years, and we have regular follow-up visits, right? When you come for a visit, you can see their condition, and the next time there are more, you can consider me first.”

“Moreover, it’s not like I must have only the older dogs; I’m okay with the ones with injuries and diseases as well–I can take them all.”

Song Tan had already seen the list of dogs with injuries and diseases.

Some had chronic skin conditions, others had limb injuries, and some required regular medication for chronic illnesses… but overall, they were still good dogs!

Just a bit more work…

She wasn’t picky!

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