Chapter 49: What's Wrong with a Mutt? A Dog's Worth Is Determined by Its Master!

The weather was quite pleasant today. After bathing the two dogs, Chu Lin took them for a stroll around the area, and by the time they returned, their fur was almost dry.

Liu Fa had already prepared a room on the ground floor of the steel building for the dogs to stay in. Chu Lin placed the dog bowls his uncle had left in that room. The two dogs immediately understood; without hesitation, they each marked their territory by urinating on either side of the doorway.

It wasn’t that they were prone to making a mess—they were actually quite clever about such things and knew to relieve themselves in the proper place. This was simply their way of claiming new territory, signaling that this room was now theirs.

With dogs keeping watch, the security of the farm was somewhat improved. For the sake of secrecy, and to ensure that his movements in and out of the game remained unnoticed, Chu Lin hesitated to hire security for the time being—unless he encountered someone as reliable, hardworking, and easy to persuade as Liu Fa.

However, considering the size of the entire farm, two dogs seemed insufficient; he thought it might be a good idea to keep a few more. With this in mind, he instructed Liu Fa, “Master Liu, please contact the surveillance company again and have them install cameras around the perimeter of the farm. There’s no need to install any in the breeding area, since it’s a special facility. Even when we hire security in the future, they won’t be allowed access there.”

Having cameras outside would help avoid unnecessary trouble and ensure greater safety. If there were cameras inside the breeding area, it would only mean he’d be moving things in and out of the game under surveillance.

“Understood, I’ll take care of it right away,” Liu Fa replied without questioning his boss’s instructions, and hurried out.

Chu Lin then walked over to the Panamera, calling out to Da Huang and Er Huang.

As soon as he opened the back door, the two dogs jumped in eagerly. Since they’d now be living at the farm, he needed to ensure everything was in order—not just for convenience, but also to prevent any trouble. Vaccinations and proper dog registrations were a must.

He’d never understood people who loved keeping dogs but never bothered to get them licensed. It wasn’t difficult at all.

After getting the dogs vaccinated, he took the certificates, his own ID, photos of the dogs, and the dogs themselves to the Min City Canine Management Center to complete the registrations.

In just an hour, Da Huang and Er Huang were licensed dogs. As simple as that!

So, for those who keep dogs but don’t register them, then cry and try to guilt-trip the authorities when their pets are seized—wasn’t that just unreasonable?

With the paperwork done, Chu Lin took Da Huang and Er Huang to the largest and most luxurious pet store in Min City, planning to buy them some essentials. For instance, if he took them out of the farm, leashes were a necessity.

He also wanted to purchase a few large-breed puppies to later serve as additional guards at the farm. The reason for choosing puppies was simple—they were easier to train for loyalty than adults.

Some might say it was foolish to buy pet dogs as guards for a farm, but he would only ask—have you ever seen a German Shepherd, Border Collie, or Afghan Hound in action?

As soon as they entered the pet store, Da Huang and Er Huang started barking at a beautiful, pure-white dog.

It was a Maltese.

Judging by their behavior, this Maltese must have been female, and since Da Huang and Er Huang were both males, Chu Lin, as their owner, understood their intentions all too well.

The Maltese seemed frightened, whimpering as she retreated behind a voluptuous, attractive young woman.

This woman, with her striking figure and good looks, was clearly the center of attention in the store—several men kept glancing at her.

“Control your dogs,” she said, her tone tinged with annoyance.

“My apologies, my apologies,” Chu Lin said awkwardly, giving both Da Huang and Er Huang a light knock on the head.

The two dogs, knowing that such a gesture meant they’d done something wrong, immediately sat down and became quiet and well-behaved.

Yet, with Da Huang and Er Huang now calm, the Maltese suddenly grew bold and barked at them with surprising ferocity—an attitude reminiscent of those internet-famous dogs emboldened by their owners.

Chu Lin couldn’t help but smile at this feisty little female.

The matter should have ended there, but to his surprise, the attractive woman crouched down to comfort her dog, her tone exasperated, “There, there, darling, don’t be upset.” She shot a resentful glance at Chu Lin. “See? Your mutts have upset my baby. What bad luck, bringing mongrels into a high-end pet store like this! Do you even know how much my baby is worth? What if your mutts had scared her badly?”

Chu Lin was stunned.

This woman was beautiful and well-shaped, but was there something wrong with her head?

Who said mongrels couldn’t enter pet stores? He’d already apologized—what more did she want?

What surprised him even more was that other pet owners were now staring as well, most of them agreeing with the woman.

“Yeah, those are just mongrels. What are they doing in a store like this?”

“My Corgi’s beef jerky costs more than those two combined.”

“I just hope those mutts aren’t sick. If they infect my dog—my dog cost over thirty thousand.”

Chu Lin was utterly bewildered. The world suddenly seemed absurd.

Was this the “canine snobbery” he’d read about online? Were owners of purebred mongrels really looked down upon by all other dog owners?

Did these high-end pet owners now feel superior just because they saw Da Huang and Er Huang?

Chu Lin laughed.

These people failed to understand one simple truth: a dog’s worth didn’t come from its breed, but from its owner.

Some dogs, once abandoned and adopted, ended up flying private jets, living in mansions, cared for by full-time nannies whose salaries dwarfed the average person’s yearly wage.

Simply because their owner was remarkable, the dog became the most privileged in the world—worth more than many people.

At least, if it went missing, its owner would spend a million to find it.

Would anyone spend a million to find you if you went missing?

Chu Lin saw no need to argue with these people—it was pointless.

He simply called over a staff member.

“Sir, how may I assist you?” the staffer asked, though he’d seen what had just happened. Still, as an employee, it was best to act unaware.

Chu Lin pointed at the beautiful woman’s Maltese. “Do you have any of those Maltese in-store?”

The staff member nodded. “We currently have two puppies, both with pedigrees more distinguished than the one that guest owns. They’re quite rare, and both are female—one hundred thousand each.”

“I’ll take them both,” Chu Lin said without hesitation, “and the purer the bloodline, the better. They’ll be perfect as brides for my Da Huang and Er Huang!”

The beautiful woman was dumbstruck by this, glancing from her beloved pet to Chu Lin, feeling as though her precious dog had just been insulted.

The staff member was taken aback as well, reminding him, “Sir, those are noble-blooded dogs.”

He’d never heard of anyone buying hundred-thousand-yuan noble puppies just to mate them with mongrels.

Chu Lin replied, “Why not? Just because they’re mongrels? You should consider how their owner treats them. Also, besides those two, find me some large-breed puppies—Border Collies, German Shepherds, Afghan Hounds—five of each, with the best pedigrees. They’ll be bodyguards for Da Huang and Er Huang!”

The staff member now wondered if he was dealing with someone not right in the head.

Hundred-thousand-yuan dogs as wives for mongrels? Another dozen dogs at ten thousand each as bodyguards for two mutts? Was this a joke?

“Sir, we’ll need payment up front,” the staff member managed.

“Charge it,” Chu Lin replied, handing over his bank card, then instructed, “And get the best gear for Da Huang, Er Huang, their brides, and their bodyguards. Also, only the best dog food and treats!”

He hadn’t set out to cause a scene, but since someone had made him uncomfortable, he felt justified in returning the favor.

After all, wasn’t that what money was for?

The staff member glanced at the card, at Chu Lin, then at the two mutts, and finally realized this was no joke.

He radioed the manager with excitement, “Boss, boss, two VIP mongrels here, need the most expensive gear, plus food and treats for thirteen dogs—the best quality. The customer also wants both noble Maltese puppies and five each of high-pedigree Border Collies, German Shepherds, and Afghan Hounds.”

The owner was momentarily stunned.

VIP…mongrels?

But that didn’t matter. He quickly replied with enthusiasm, “Get everything ready—and bring those two mongrels some treats right away!”

Who wouldn’t be happy? Just the two Maltese were two hundred thousand, the other high-pedigree breeds another two hundred thousand plus. With gear, food, and treats, it was a half-million order.

Who cared if they were mongrels? They were now VIP dogs.

As the card was swiped and the transaction went through, the other pet owners nearby were visibly uncomfortable, especially those who’d spoken the loudest—they quietly slipped out of the store.

Had to be crazy, spending that much on mongrels.

But that only made them feel all the more embarrassed. They’d looked down on mongrel owners, only to watch someone lavish money on their mutts, mocking their own lack of wealth.

No one was more embarrassed than the beautiful woman, especially when she saw the staff bring out two even more exquisite Maltese puppies and place them beside the two mongrels. She couldn’t help but think of how even money dictated her own choices.

What did beauty or a good figure matter?

Especially when she saw the two mongrels joyfully licking the Maltese puppies’ fur, her mind conjured an image of her own unattractive, much-older husband doing the same. The realization left her feeling exposed and mortified; she hurried out of the store with her dog.

Everything after that was simple. Chu Lin gave the pet store his farm’s address, then left with Da Huang and Er Huang.

He didn’t even need to carry the two Maltese puppies himself—Da Huang and Er Huang gently picked them up and followed him to the Panamera, where they all climbed into the back seat.

The rest of the dogs and supplies would be delivered to the farm.

Chu Lin started the car and drove out of the city. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw Da Huang and Er Huang acting like doting suitors, grooming the Maltese puppies’ fur.

He smiled and said, “You two are lucky—now you can play the breeding game for real. If it weren’t for the police, even I’d want to play such a game.”

Back at the farm, Chu Lin resumed his wait for the Atlantis map upgrade.