Goodness, even the dogs are all arranged perfectly.
That's right, Dark Star, who has made outstanding contributions, is now a specially invited "star instructor" of the police dog team.
This time, Xia Zhining was invited to give a special lecture on "Tracking and Coordination in a Jungle Combat Environment" to the elite police dogs.
It's said that the fees are generous (including a tutor's dog tag and top-quality canned food), making it a very prestigious experience.
The current situation is that the "child's parents" have gone on a carefree date, and the task of picking up their "study-obsessed son" from school has naturally fallen to the "uncle" Ji Shuyun.
Ji Shuyun rubbed his temples and sighed resignedly, "Fine... I understand."
"You guys go ahead, I'll pick up Dark Star."
His tone was just like that of a parent who had been forced to take on the heavy responsibility of raising a child.
Xia Zhining suppressed a laugh and quickly dragged Gu Huaiye away.
She didn't laugh until she was quite a distance away: "I felt like my brother's expression just now was as if he had just sent away two troublesome kids at the same time."
A smile also appeared in Gu Huaiye's eyes, and he said in a very "virtuous" manner, "When I come back tonight, I will bring you a jade pendant that suits you."
Ji Shuyun, who remained where she was, glanced at the time, resignedly picked up her car keys, and prepared to pick up her dog from get off work.
Ji Shuyun: ...What kind of mess is this?
at this time.
Led by Gu Huaiye, the man and the bird, along with Wuya and Xuetuan who wanted to see the excitement, set off towards the jade district that might hide wealth or mystery.
Gu Huaiye and Xia Zhining, accompanied by a weasel, a crow, and a snake, arrived at the famous local jade culture street.
This place is more like a bustling open-air market, with shops lining both sides of the street, and many more open-air stalls that simply set up tents and spread out felt mats on the street to start their business.
Large and small stones of various shapes were piled up like a small mountain. Some were marked with prices, while others simply said "Rough stones, xxx yuan/kg".
The air was thick with dust, sweat, and a subtle, restless atmosphere of wealth and adventure.
The hum of the cutting machines, the haggling between buyers and sellers, and the occasional bursts of excited cheers or frustrated sighs made the place incredibly lively.
When Boss Ya came in, it was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden; he couldn't take it all in.
It fluttered excitedly around Xia Zhi Ning's shoulder and in the air, babbling incoherently: [Sparkling! So many sparkling stones! Xia Xia! I want to buy that one! That green one!]
[Wow! That white one is pretty too! It looks like the moon!]
[And that one! Red! Like the color of Moo-ya's eyes when he's angry! Buy it!]
Boss Ya quickly identified the busiest spot on the street—a large jade gambling stall surrounded by layers of people.
There was clearly a public stone cutting going on there, and the crowd gasped or sighed with each thrust of the cutting machine.
The crow flew over in a flash and landed on the beam of the shed, craning its neck to look down.
"Ya Ya! Don't run around!" Xia Zhining quickly pulled Gu Huaiye and squeezed into the crowd.
The moment she grabbed Gu Huaiye's wrist, Gu Huaiye casually flipped his wrist over, his warm, dry palm completely enveloping her hand.
The five fingers gently closed, holding the hand steadily.
"Let's go see what's going on."
He looked down at her and smiled, his eyes reflecting the streetlights and her figure. He took her hand and helped her squeeze into the crowd.
Xia Zhining felt the warmth and strength from his palm, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she let him lead her, following Boss Ya's guidance, and squeezed to the innermost layer.
Snowball cleverly climbed onto Gu Huaiye's other shoulder, its little paws gripping his collar tightly, its black bean eyes curiously gazing at this "stone carnival" of the human world.
The Great Demon King is now my sister's husband, so it's not too much to ask him to climb the social ladder, is it?
Meanwhile, the owner of the crow shop, perched high on the beam, was staring intently at the raw stone in the stall owner's hand, which had just been polished open, revealing a stunning emerald green color.
Its black bean eyes gleamed with an unprecedented, fervent light befitting a "gambler."
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