Chapter 64: Dog Fighting

she didn't reply to Wang Zheng but asked directly instead: "Zhang Mingqi had me sign a new equity agreement; I signed it already. Did you do that""Comfortable," said Wang Zheng as he leaned back on t...Chapter 64: Dog Fighting

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng turned around and smiled at Shangguan Qinglang: "You were right. I did actually use a dog to dig holes and cross the ocean."

"Pfft." Shangguan Qinglang curled his lip; he naturally didn't believe what Wang Zheng said.

Shangguan Yunxiao smiled and said, "I came back because my family and friends are all here. Drifting in a foreign land doesn’t feel like the right thing to do." As for farming, I always think that China’s soil is better. Abroad, though there might be farmland, it still can't compare to the feeling of homegrown fields."

"Well put, ‘homegrown’— only soil from one's hometown can truly be called ‘homegrown.’" Wang Zheng sighed and then seemingly offhandedly asked, "Do you like guns"

Shangguan Yunxiao was slightly taken aback; he stroked the calluses on his hands with a rather nostalgic expression as he replied, "I used to love going to that shooting range in the north郊 earlier, but after I started tending to flowers and plants, I didn’t have time for it anymore, so my interest gradually faded."

"Those calluses on your palms suggest you personally go down to the fields." Wang Zheng seemed undeterred.

Shangguan Qinglang couldn't take it any longer: "Who cares if my big brother goes down into the field or not"

“Yes, even though the farm is small, I can't manage alone and have to hire people. But I also help them out when I can.” Shangguan Yunxiao saw that Wang Zheng had put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Shall we go take a look at my little farm"

Wang Zheng looked somewhat reluctant as he gazed at the plate of rabbit bones, saying, “This rabbit meat is really good; I need to catch more when we get back.”

Shangguan Yunxiao was indeed easy-going and said with a smile: "No problem. Later on, I'll have someone kill them for you and put them in your car."

As they reached the door, Shangguan Qinglang saw the Porsche that had been smashed to scrap metal and his anger couldn't be contained.

Sensing his brother's ire, Shangguan Yunxiao said with a smile: "Later on, I'll have someone modify the Phaeton you gave me last time and bring it over. You're not young anymore; you should switch to something more stable."

Shangguan Qinglang almost choked on his spit: "Brother, but that doesn't mean you can drive a Phaeton! Only a fool would drive such a car— it looks just like a Passat and no one will take you seriously in the nightclubs.

Shangguan Qinglang's smile faded, and he said teasingly, "So what was your intention in giving me a Phaeton"

"Well, this was an unexpected situation, I didn't consider it thoroughly," Shangguan Qinglang stammered.

Shangguan Shishi and Sheng Fei were already laughing uncontrollably on the side.

Suddenly, Shangguan Yunxiao turned serious: "Qinglang, I've decided. For the next year, you are only allowed to drive a Phaeton when going out. Your nature needs to be tempered."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Qinglang said with a miserable face, "Then can I switch it for a Maybach"

Shangguan Yunxiao glared at his brother and said, "If you dare say another word, I'll immediately make you drive a Passat. Don't believe me Try it."

Hearing this, Shangguan Qinglang fell silent instantly; clearly, his elder brother had tremendous authority in his heart.

Wang Zheng drove the Buick Regal and accompanied Shangguan Shishi and Sheng Fei following the Passat covered with mud stains for nearly two hours before arriving at Jiao Village on the outskirts of the capital city.

Shangguan Yunxiao had purchased fifty acres here to establish his own small farm, experimenting with a micro ecological cycle system.

From afar, various flowers in the fence-enclosed area were vying for beauty. Even though it was early autumn, one could still smell that refreshing fragrance.

Wang Zheng and Shangguan Yunxiao toured this small farm together; without a doubt, Shangguan Yunxiao truly differed greatly from typical second-generation rich kids by forsaking power and glory to guard this experimental field here.

Pointing at the vegetable base of nearly ten acres, Shangguan Yunxiao said confidently: "This vegetable field produces over 10,000 kilograms annually. Many of my seeds have undergone genetic mutation after being taken into space for experiments, resulting in high yields. These vegetables are enough to provide food for a year at the elementary and middle schools in this town. The surplus I sell cheaply to nearby villagers; I'm not interested in money anyway, it's just about having fun."

Wang Zheng nodded silently.

In one corner of the small farm were four or five dairy cows with workers milking them, and there were nearly forty to fifty villagers queuing up with buckets to buy milk. Shangguan Yunxiao introduced: "My milk is absolutely natural; it's much fresher than those so-called famous brands in China, with a rich aroma. Once you taste it, you won't want to drink processed milk anymore."

Wang Zheng smiled and said, "When I grow old, I’ll go to tend grass and farm the land. When I’m free, I might milk cows too. It really would be quite pleasant."

At this point, Shangguan Yunxiao revealed a rather envious smile: “I’ve started making preparations as well. Just like Argentina, I’ll set up cattle farms in each province and city, allowing the citizens to drink fresh milk that’s nearby every day. ‘One cup of milk per day makes for a strong nation’ must not become a slogan with no substance.”

"Quite a nice ideal," Wang Zheng said.

Admiration was evident in Shangguan Po’s eyes. Indeed, her brother who cared nothing about power had an earnest heart that others could never reach. At times, he even seemed to have a compassionate spirit for the suffering of all beings.

Shangguan Po had been infected by this cousin since childhood. She’d even thought that when she married, she wouldn’t ask her husband to achieve any dazzling accomplishments or come from an illustrious family; she merely wanted someone who was progressive and self-motivated. Everything else would then fall into place naturally. In Shangguan Po’s mind, her future husband was modeled after her older brother, Shangguan Yunxiao. Of course, there was one person in particular whom she absolutely could not marry—Wang Zheng.

Of course, if Wang Zheng heard what was going on inside Shangguan Po’s head, he would likely be furious and make her menstrual cycle go awry again.

"Eh What kind of chili pepper is this It looks so good."

Shangguan Po had been staring closely at a small patch of bright red chili peppers. They were vividly eye-catching, truly beautiful.

Shangguan Po stretched out her hand to pick one when Shangguan Yunxiao and Wang Zheng suddenly shouted in unison: "Don’t touch it!"

Startled by the two people’s voices, Shangguan Po stumbled backward and almost fell over.

Shangguan Yunxiao and Wang Zheng exchanged glances and both cracked a smile.

"What are you guys doing" Shangguan Po patted the dirt off her knees with a resentful expression.

“This chili pepper variety was newly released six months ago. It’s called the Nagachino Pepper, but I didn’t know it had been planted here.” Wang Zheng looked at Shangguan Yunxiao in surprise and then walked over to explain to Shangguan Po: “The Nagachino Pepper was recently recognized by the American Spice Association as the world’s spiciest chili pepper. On average, its heat level is 1.2 million Scoville units, surpassing Mexico’s Devil’s Tongue Chili Pepper. Certain varieties can even exceed two million units of heat. Gloves and masks must be worn when picking them; if you accidentally consume just a drop, it would really burn your head.

Shangguan Po said with lingering fear in her voice: "I didn’t know they were this terrifying. Luckily I didn’t touch any, but Han Xingye would probably love this stuff."

Shangguan Yunxiao’s expression was slightly admiring as he asked: “How do you know so much about chili peppers Just from looking at it, you could tell what kind of pepper it is. I can’t even come close to doing that.”

Wang Zheng and Shishiyi shared a knowing smile, explaining, "Because I have a special fondness for chili peppers."

Seeing the Naga chili here already amazed Wang Zheng. After all, the Naga chili is produced on a farm called Ocean Springs in Dorset, England. The reason it can be so spicy is due to the unique climate of Dorset and the complex soil and water conditions of that particular farm. By chance, they managed to cultivate such an unusual variety as the Naga chili. If transplanted to China, where the climate changes from Mediterranean to temperate, the Naga chili would not survive; even if a few plants survived by sheer luck, their spiciness would be far inferior to those grown locally.

Seeing that上官雲霄's Naga chilies were growing outdoors without any protection was already enough to amaze Wang Zheng.

However, when Wang Zheng arrived at the small farm’s greenhouse and walked into the dog breeding room, his eyes could not look away.

This was where上官雲霄 kept his dogs.

Much as people knew that上官雲霄 loved dogs, many chose to give him rare breeds from home or abroad during festivals in an attempt to please him. But no one truly understood what kind of breed he favored.

Japanese Tosa, Argentine Dogo, Pit Bull, Caucasian Shepherd... There were so many famous fighting dog breeds that even Wang Zheng could not recognize them all. The room was filled with threatening growls and the heavy smell of blood, making Shishiyi feel a chill down her spine.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes at these eager-to-fight dogs, seemingly deep in thought.

"These dogs are so scary!" Shishiyi quickly backed out of the dog room, and even Cheng Fei felt uncomfortable. Wang Zheng followed them out.

"Do you like fighting dogs" Wang Zheng asked上官雲霄.

"No, I just keep these fighting dogs but never let them fight," said上官雲霄: "To be honest, it feels great when a dog that's so fierce towards others shows such affection to me."

“Fighting dogs... isn't this too violent” Shishiyi thought of the two vicious dogs tearing at each other and felt nauseous: “Could these dogs bite people”

This time, before上官雲霄 could answer, Wang Zheng preemptively replied for him, "They shouldn’t."

A man with such a gentle smile would never like aggressive fighting dogs. Moreover, when these fierce canines saw him, they immediately calmed down—how could this be possibles the contract between Lanhai and Chen Tingwei"It's for two years," Zhang Mingqi replied. "This is already quite short; I didn't dare sign a long-term contract due to the many unstable factors in the...