Chapter 95 With the man away, it's time to make money and spend it.

—I'll think of a way!

Seemingly afraid that the other party was still angry, he found a cat begging for forgiveness in his meager collection of emojis and sent it to them.

Seeing that Shi Shiqi wasn't replying to his messages, Fu Yingzhou made a phone call.

Thankfully, the call was answered!

"Should I have someone pick up the dog?"

Shi Shi immediately became alert: "The dog is mine, where are you taking it?"

“Qianqian and Runrun are from my friend’s dog farm. I asked him to take the dogs back and train them.”

Shi Shi didn't know what Tibetan Mastiff training entailed. She remembered that before she transmigrated, her dog went to school and learned things like shaking hands and spinning around.

"Alright then. What are we going to do tonight? Those two are like they've been chewed up! They've even chewed a hole in the wooden door to the guest room."

"I'll send him to pick up the dog right away!"

"snort!"

Fu Yingzhou hung up the phone and immediately called Zhang Feng: "Do you have a dog trainer?"

Zhang Feng: "Of course there are. How could a dog farm not have dog trainers?"

"That's good. I'll send you an address. You should send someone to pick up those two dogs as soon as possible."

"Those two Tibetan mastiffs? You've spent a fortune on them, why don't you want them anymore?"

"Who said I don't want it anymore? I just want you to help train it. I'll take it back after it's done."

"So urgent? It's already past ten o'clock."

"It's really urgent!"

"Alright, I'll make the trip. At this hour, everyone at the dog farm has gone home, and I can't bother them so late at night."

"Okay, go ahead."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Zhang Feng received a location from Fu Yingzhou in his green chat window.

Zhang Feng clicked on it and was shocked to find that someone was so brave as to keep a Tibetan Mastiff in the city center. Aren't these dogs usually kept on farms in the suburbs?

After a whole day of fussing, Aunt Zhang finally finished cleaning up the mess left by the two little ones. Shi Shi then sent her to bed.

He stayed on the first floor and waited for Zhang Feng to come over.

Zhang Feng arrived quickly, and when she saw who opened the door, she froze on the spot!

Fu Yingzhou wouldn't have given the dog he stole from him to his sweetheart, would he?!

That's a damn talent!

Hello, Ms. Shi.

"Yingzhou said you are his friend, so you can just call me Shi Shi."

"I'm Zhang Feng." The two shook hands.

"I heard that Runrun and Qianqian are very disobedient?"

"Um."

Just as Zhang Feng was thinking that it was alright, Shi Shi said quietly, "Listen to everything except human speech."

Zhang Feng: ...That's outrageous.

He saw the two little ones, bound hand and foot—well, they're not little anymore. He couldn't even imagine what had happened. His puppy, on the other hand, had been professionally raised since birth. He'd never put any effort into it. It was quite a novelty.

Looking at the two dogs with their bright, shining eyes and glossy fur, Zhang Feng tentatively asked, "My kennel has all kinds of dogs! How about I get you a couple for pet? You like large dogs at night, and I also have Giant Poodles and German Shepherds. These two aren't really suitable for girls. You can keep them with me."

Shishi decisively rejected the suggestion to get two more dogs. However, how to raise them is indeed a problem. They're not even a year old and already have such destructive power; what will they do when they grow up?

"Yingzhou said you can train puppies well over there?"

Zhang Feng nodded regretfully: "We can only train some basics. It's still difficult to completely stop them from destroying the house. The older a Tibetan Mastiff gets, the more exercise it needs."

Shi Shi understood. The two little ones were clearly not getting any outlet for their energy while locked up in the villa. No wonder the dog had so much energy that it had nowhere to go and had wrecked her house.

"Even if you train him well, it won't work?" she asked, unwilling to give up.

Zhang Feng shook his head: "After they grow up, they will weigh at least 70 kilograms. Tibetan Mastiffs are the most stubborn dogs, loyal only to their owners, and have strong hostility towards strangers and other animals, making them prone to attacks. Moreover, Tibetan Mastiffs have low intelligence, poor obedience, and are very difficult to train."

To put it bluntly, if your dog attacks someone while you're walking it, you won't be able to stop it!

Shishi couldn't think of a good solution for a moment. She cursed Fu Yingzhou a hundred times in her heart. She could only ask Zhang Feng to take the dog away first.

After a busy day and a restless night, Shishi was too lazy to deal with Fu Yingzhou and fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, she was constantly battling with dogs.

When Shi Shi woke up the next morning, he felt uncomfortable all over. Adhering to the principle that "if I'm not happy, no one else should be happy either," he made a phone call to Fu Yingzhou.

"Hello, are you busy?"

"What's wrong, little one?"

"I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that two dogs were sleeping in my big bed, and I could only hide in their kennel!"

Fu Yingzhou laughed without a trace of sympathy: "Looks like those two are pretty powerful, able to cause you such a big psychological trauma. Don't be afraid, sweetie. I'll be back the day after tomorrow. I'll hold you while you sleep, and you won't have nightmares anymore."

Shi Shi was disgusted by the word "乖乖" (guai guai, meaning obedient/well-behaved).

"Don't call me 'little baby' or 'sweetie,' only greasy old men call them that! You wish! This bed is mine, why should I share it with you?"

Fu Yingzhou hadn't experienced Earth's information explosion era, so he didn't know how the words "little baby" and "darling" could sound so cheesy. "Then you can move in and live with me. You can share my bed; I'm very generous."

That's how people in love are; they can chat endlessly until their phones get hot.

After hanging up the phone, Shishi felt her energy levels fully restored only after she tasted Aunt Zhang's congee.

A busy day begins!

She rushed to the company without stopping. Today, she not only had to record the song for MooMoo Dairy, but also hold an online meeting with a cast and crew of a period drama to discuss the details of the theme song and see if any changes were needed. In addition, she had to interview newly hired employees. Finally, she met with the insurance specialist she had arranged to meet. The workload wasn't heavy, but the schedule was very tight.

Upon arriving at the company, she quickly recorded "Sour and Sweet Is Me" as a proposal for MooMoo Dairy's advertising song.

"According to the data the dairy industry gave us last time, their best-selling product every year is this yogurt drink. No matter how the advertisements are updated every year, as a classic, they must be associated with the star product."

Song Ming nodded, taking notes in her notebook. Shi Shi continued, "Sister Song, take this to the other side as your response. Write down any questions and give me feedback quickly! This is the first time we've done something for a real product. If it really gets a good response, it will be crucial for our company."

She took the demo of "Sour and Sweet Is Me": "I'll go through the plan again. If there are no problems, I'll go to the dairy company in a bit. But I don't think we need to work on a plan b."

She was listening in the background when Shi Shi was recording, and those two lines, "I like the sweet and sour, that's the real me," were just so catchy!

Isn't the purpose of advertising jingles to brainwash people? And this song not only fits their flagship product but is also enough to attract consumers' attention—that's the key!