"Your dog is really smart. This is the smartest dog I've ever seen. God, Simon, tell me what breed your dog is." Cheekwen was shocked, and then began to ask Simon.

Simon looked at him strangely and did not answer.

"Kang busy, don't be so stingy, I was rubbed on the ground by you just now, and I'm not angry."

"You were angry just now."

"Okay, I admit that I was angry just now, but I'm gone now.

Simon, I'm crazy how old you are. Let me tell you the truth of being a human being. You can't be too serious. If you are too serious, people who are too serious will not be happy or happy! "Cheekwen gave Simon a big reason.

"As the saying goes, people are not gods, no one is faultless. We should be tolerant and generous, even confused, and not picky about others' mistakes and faults. Each of us has different personalities, and if we want to make friends, we should Have to seek common ground while reserving small differences.

Only by being considerate and tolerant of each other can we make more friends, don't you think? This is what I have experienced over the years. Think about it, and taste the truth of it, and you must taste it carefully. "

"Which book did you read these words from?"

"Life Philosophy and Insights, a very boring book, hey..." Chekwin blurted out, and then became embarrassed.

"You said it yourself."

"Although this is not what I said, it is undeniably very useful, right."

"Did you do what you said?" Simon was exasperated.

"Am I studying?" Chekwin said solemnly.

"Then you learn slowly, I hope you will become that kind of person soon." Simon pursed his lips.

"Then tell me what breed your dog is and why it's so smart." Chek was shy, completely forgetting that the two of them were on the same page just now.

"So, let me apologize to you. I have done something wrong before. I want you to apologize. This is the head office." Did Chekwen apologize so easily?

Old John asked him to apologize just now, but he didn't apologize, but now he actually apologized because he wanted to know the breed of the dog.

Nima, who are these people? Simon really wants to open his mind to see what is inside.

Cheekwen has apologized, what else can Simon say.

"The three of them are stray dogs I picked up from the street, and the breed should be a local dog."

"Doug, do you think I'm a fool?" Chekwen became excited and pointed at the three dogs: "Look at them, look at them."

"What's wrong?" Simon glanced at Sangou suspiciously.

The three dogs were also dumbfounded.

"Look closely, look closely."

"Fuck off, talk about something."

"Look at them, they look so majestic, my demon dogs are not as strong or powerful as them. Look at their eyes again, they are full of spirituality. I have never seen such a spiritual dog, so My dog ​​will be a stray dog, or a local dog, I don't believe it." Chekwina also boasted.

At the beginning, I looked down on Sangou and kept mocking, but now it's better to praise Sangou to the sky.

Sangou couldn't help but straighten his back, and at this time, he felt that the fat man in front of him was not very annoying.

"Don't you want a face, you want a face, who said that my dog ​​can't do it at first, and now it's a compliment?"

Chekwen was a little embarrassed, but immediately smiled: "That's because I'm clumsy, I'm not good enough, and I can't see the true God."

"Tell me quickly what species they are."

"It's a dog."

Cheekwen's face was stern: "Simon, you've been boring for so long. I want you to apologize. Do you need to be angry?"

"I don't have to lie to you, they are really dirt dogs, they just mutated."

"Mutation, you also mutated them, amazing."

"I didn't do it. Wasn't there a magic energy pollution on Fifth Avenue a few months ago? It's not far from us, and the three dogs were polluted, but their lives did not change into monsters. Isn't that what happened? ."

"So that's how it is. No wonder they can beat my magic dog. I'll just say, how can an ordinary dog ​​win a beast?" Chekewen suddenly realized that his own magic dog was defeated by the three dogs and he can't accept it until now. , Now that Sangou is a mutant dog, it is natural to accept the result of the failed dogfight just now.

"Simon, how about selling them to me, just as you said yesterday for one million, if I buy one, I want the biggest one. It's called a robber, right? I want it." Come over with a face.

Simon was stunned, and looked at Chekwen seriously, to see if he was crazy.

A million dogs, do you really buy them?

"Don't look at me like that, I'm really buying it this time. Buying a dog for one million, not everyone has such arrogance and capital, and the person standing in front of you just has this ability." Straight chest, proud face.

"Chekwen, Simon's dog is not for sale." Suddenly old John stood on the second floor and said solemnly.

"Why not sell it, it's a million, no one will refuse, Simon, you won't refuse, right?" Chekwen didn't believe that Simon would refuse such a good thing.

"Simon's dog is his family, who wants to sell people~lightnovelpub.net~Old John walked down slowly.

Simon glanced at Old John thoughtfully, as if he wanted to understand something.

In fact, what Old John said was not for Simon but for himself and Checkwin.

One million is a huge number, not to mention whether Simon's dog is worth one million, even if the news of Chekwen spending one million to buy a dog spreads, it will immediately become the laughing stock of the inner city.

Cheekwin's family will also lose face because of this, and old John will never allow this to happen on his manor.

"Simon, is that so?" Chekwen's face was ugly.

Simon smoked expressionlessly, thinking about how to answer.

His next answer will decide many things.

If he agrees to sell the dog, he will get one million, enough for him to live his whole life in luxury. But this million can be very hot.

First of all, Cheekwin's family, who was embarrassed by this incident, would probably not let him go in order to save their own face.

Second, this incident happened in his manor, and even if he has an extraordinary family relationship with Chekwen, it is estimated that he has to take some responsibility for it. His relationship with John Sr. will also suffer.

This million is taken, and the troubles that follow are estimated to be one after another.

He is not afraid of threats, but he thinks it will be troublesome if he doesn't play.

To take it, or not to take it, I really have to think about it.

Old John seemed to see the struggle in Simon's heart, and said again: "Actually, you don't need to buy them from robbers. A loyal dog like a robber will only have one owner in his life. Even if you buy it back, he will not will recognize you as master."

Simon rolled his eyes when he heard it. The three stupid dogs of the robber are not loyal dogs. If someone feeds them every day and keeps them safe, anyone who sees them can call them Daddy.