Super Zoo

Chapter 197 Chewing Gum (Ten more updates)

Walking on the cobblestone path in the park, the winter sun felt itchy on my skin... oh no, I mean it felt warm and cozy. People strolled by in small groups, and occasionally someone would exclaim in surprise, stopping to take a photo with the stray cats wandering around the zoo.

When the cats from Cat Planet didn't have to work on the boats, they often roamed around the zoo. Everyone in the zoo, inside and out, knew them, so they were allowed to wander as they pleased.

These guys were usually lazy, but as soon as they saw a tourist wanting a picture, they'd straighten their bodies and wave at the camera like beckoning cats, all the while meowing.

Back when I was poorer, I had vests made for a few kittens... The so-called vests' main feature was their many pockets. Before heading out, I would casually stick a five or ten-yuan bill in the vest pocket, with a corner deliberately sticking out. After taking pictures with the tourists, they would often slip a ten or five yuan into the vests' pockets. Some big spenders would even stuff in a hundred...

Now that I don't lack such small change, these felines seem to have fallen in love with this money-collecting activity. The vests are empty when they leave the house, but after returning, they bulge with cash. A shake in place sends money flying everywhere.

They were truly cats that brought in wealth.

I don't care about this small change now, using it all to buy cat food, all imported at that, which has made a few cats quite picky eaters. If this trend continues, they'll probably taste every cat food flavor in the world.

Halfway through my walk, I suddenly remembered to call Wang Hao. I had told Wang Jian She before that once I had a bit of a career, I'd have Wang Hao join me so he wouldn't have to be at receptions every day, running his health into the ground. Right now, I just happened to need trustworthy hands.

But after several calls, there seemed to be no signal on Wang Hao's end, just a female voice saying "out of service area." So I called Wang Jian She and found out that Wang Hao was in the critical phase of a government project and had been running around the rural towns.

The official conduct in rural towns sometimes can be helpless, with alcohol required for all sorts of matters, big and small. The other party had no ill intentions; it was just custom or sometimes a bit too much enthusiasm. No matter what, Wang Hao was sent by the city, and with Wang Jian She covering him up there, but still, when doing work below, he had to drink, often nearly to death at every meal.

"The current official scene... sigh... let's not talk about that. I was actually planning to look for you, because Wang Hao's mother and I discussed it. His civil servant job is not that great. Once he finishes this project, seen through from start to finish, he'll resign and come help you, to gain some experience in society," Wang Jian She said, not sounding like a leading official at all but more like a father worried about his son.

"Great, I'm planning to merge the zoo's fish-riding and boat-riding businesses into a small entertainment company. Have Wang Hao manage it for me," I said.

"Ah, that's thoughtful of you. It's still the classmates that have the closer relationship. When you have time, come over to my house for a visit," Wang Jian She said.

"Sure thing, Mr. Wang, you're busy, so when Wang Hao gets back, give me a call," I said, exchanging a few more pleasantries before hanging up.

With the Wolfhound Brothers not around, I couldn't play the villain. My mood was good, so I decided to let out the Parrot Sisters for some fresh air. I found a couple of small chains to tie to their legs and had Su Meng follow behind holding them.

Along the way, the two parrots never stopped chattering and throwing shade at female passersby.

"Not wearing pants..."

He too had once wanted to learn how to roar like a tiger to understand how to be so intimidating. He communicated with a tiger using "Animal Companion" and the tiger was quite open, roaring for him to see.

But even after the tiger had roared itself hoarse, Suming failed to get it right. His voice had the look but lacked the soul-stirring power of a tiger's roar.

It seemed to be an issue with physical structure, the tiger's secret technique. It's like how the sounds of mating tigers wouldn't possibly excite Suming – same principle...

"What am I even thinking about..." Suming rubbed his face.

Up ahead, beyond a row of wooden fences, a large group of tourists had gathered, leaning on the fences and pointing at the animals inside, waving tree leaves and the like, full of energy.

Behind the large enclosure, divided into several sections, were camels, ostriches, and a dozen or so assorted deer previously.

A few new members had arrived here the day before yesterday.

"Grass Mud Horse!"

A chubby kid was lying flat on the fence, yelling incessantly at the new arrivals inside, which resembled sheep but with long necks and an appearance that seemed 30% sleazy and 70% cute: "Grass Mud Horse, Grass Mud Horse, Grass Mud Horse..."

The new members behind the fence were indeed the legendary "Grass Mud Horse," also known as alpacas.

With their timid nature and being new to the zoo, they were already wary of the unfamiliar environment. Startled by the chubby kid's shouting, they immediately trembled and huddled in a far corner, staring in terror at the people outside the fence.

Children love a lively scene, and the other kids around the fence, being naughty, started shouting along. A few braver ones even picked up small stones to throw at the alpacas.

"You fatso! Grass Mud Horse!"

"Grass Mud Horse! You fatso!"

The two parrots started cursing out loud, not at the alpacas inside the fence, but at the chubby kid. Despite their sharp tongues, the parrot sisters could tell friend from foe. Seeing the chubby kid bullying the new alpacas, they got furious and started swearing, flapping their wings, ready to peck the chubby kid! Experience new tales on empire

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