Chapter 267: Chapter 235: Rescue Station 2
"See? It’s fine," Shen Xin said.
Li Mo’s expression was still unnatural.
Shen Xin didn’t mind. A grown man couldn’t possibly be afraid of dogs.
Just as Li Jiahui had said, he’d get used to it.
He then told the three of them to head back to the base.
These three definitely weren’t enough. They had to keep looking.
Since they had decided from the start to look for strays, their next step could be to check out more private rescue shelters.
There were plenty of such shelters. Nanjiang had them, and so did nearby cities like Pingyu.
In big cities, some people loved dogs and had the means, so they were willing to do this kind of work.
Li Jiahui said she knew of one, located in Fangquan Street, south of Nanzhu.
Back at the base, the accommodations had already been arranged; everything was ready.
The kennels at the K-9 base had never been full.
Tang Changhong even came over to take a look.
When he arrived, he saw a group of the base’s handlers gathered around the three newly brought-back dogs.
"Director, this dog is so obedient and so smart."
Chen Guo was holding the Wolf Green’s leash. He had only taught it the hand signal for "sit" a few times, but the dog had already learned it. The moment Chen Guo gave the signal, it obediently sat down.
Its obedience and comprehension were definitely up to standard.
Tang Changhong clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Xiaoshen, seriously, you really should join the K-9 base."
With a knack for picking police dogs like his, it was a waste not to be at the K-9 base.
Shen Xin smiled. "Director Tang, for the foreseeable future, I’ll be coming to the base every day. To put it bluntly, I’m a soldier under your command. If you have any orders, just say the word. I’ll be sure to step up."
Tang Changhong nodded. Although he’d been turned down, he found Shen Xin’s words agreeable.
Wanting to help Li Mo get over his fear of dogs, Shen Xin simply had him stay behind to settle the three dogs in.
He also gave him a task: to name the three dogs.
Then, Shen Xin and Li Jiahui left for the rescue shelter she had mentioned.
The two of them drove in one car.
As she drove, Li Jiahui said, "The woman’s name is Sister Fang. I found her on a social media app. She has an account, and one time she posted that she’d rescued a truckload of dogs bound for the meat trade and needed a vet’s help. I went, and that’s how I learned about her shelter."
"Rescued?"
In the passenger seat, Shen Xin frowned slightly and asked, "How did she rescue them? The kind where they block the truck?"
Shen Xin had seen this kind of thing online before.
Some self-proclaimed dog lovers would organize groups under the guise of "rescue" and intercept trucks transporting dogs.
The better ones would pool money to buy the dogs, but some extremists would forcibly block the trucks and demand the drivers hand the dogs over.
He’d even heard of them stopping trucks on the highway.
Shen Xin liked small animals like cats and dogs. If he came across one he could save, he was willing to help within his means.
But he didn’t support this kind of behavior and thought it was inappropriate.
Most of these intercepted trucks had legal permits; they were transporting farmed dogs for meat.
What these people were doing was forcing others’ hands and disrupting legitimate business.
In any case, Shen Xin’s principle on such matters was: do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.
Li Jiahui nodded. "I don’t know where they get their information. But it was okay; they organized people, pooled their money to buy the dogs, and then rescued them and found them homes. It wasn’t far, so I went to help out a couple of times."
"They have their own circle. Anyway, in that circle, Sister Fang seems to be pretty famous."
"Oh, right, don’t you make short-form videos? I think she has an account too. You can just search for it."
With that, she told him Sister Fang’s account name.
Shen Xin took out his phone and searched. He found it.
She had a lot of followers, too—over 1.3 million.
The sub-bureau’s account had only just broken a million followers a while ago.
"Is this Sister Fang?"
Shen Xin asked, pointing at the profile picture.
The picture was of a plainly dressed middle-aged woman with a thick braid. Her features were also plain. She wore rubber boots and a very unfashionable red smock, and the photo was taken amidst a crowd of cats and dogs.
Her bio below had more information.
It said she was the vice president of the Nanjiang City Small Animal Protection Association.
And the director of Sister Fang’s Stray Animal Rescue Station.
The pinned video at the top was very eye-catching. The title was: *What a Day Is Like After Selling Three Houses to Devote My Life to Rescuing Strays.*
It had hundreds of thousands of likes.
The videos below were mostly daily shares from the rescue station.
It was a big yard with a huge number of cats and dogs.
Besides daily feeding, she would also organize volunteers to rescue stray animals and arrange for veterinarians to provide centralized treatment for them.
Shen Xin scrolled through the comments. It was a flood of positive reviews, all praising Sister Fang.
"Got something in my eye watching this. Thank you to the people who sacrifice to make this world a better place!"
"May all living things be treated with kindness! May all that is good exist forever!"
"Big love! Liked!"
There were also many asking where Sister Fang was, when the next rescue mission was, and how they could join as volunteers.
She also did livestreams.
Then there were some comments saying the cat and dog food she sold was good, suggesting that people who wanted to support Sister Fang could buy some from her livestream.
Judging by this alone, there didn’t seem to be any problem.
"Did she really sell three houses?" Shen Xin asked curiously.
’There must be people willing to rescue animals within their means.’
’But to sell three houses at once, abandoning her home and livelihood to do this... it feels a bit too exaggerated.’
It wasn’t that Shen Xin didn’t believe there were good people in the world.
But having been a police officer for a while and having met all sorts of people, Shen Xin was more inclined to believe that people were inherently selfish.
’This kind of selfless dedication... maybe she’s okay with it, but does her family have no objections?’
Li Jiahui thought for a moment and said, "I think so. I remember someone questioned her about it before, and she posted the sales contracts for the houses online."
"Her rescue station isn’t small. She has several dozen cats and over a hundred dogs. The daily expenses are considerable. Anyway, in her own words, she couldn’t have kept it up without the support of kind-hearted people."
Shen Xin nodded slightly.
’With so many cats and dogs, all their daily needs are indeed a huge expense.’
Chatting idly, the two arrived at the location.
Baili Village in Fangquan Street.
The specific address was on the outskirts of the village. They turned off the main road onto a narrow concrete path and drove for a hundred or two hundred meters before arriving.
It was a large compound with trees planted around the perimeter. Even from inside the car, Shen Xin could hear dogs barking.
The sound grew louder after they got out.
No wonder it was outside the village. If it were inside, people would definitely complain about the noise.
The compound’s walls were quite high and topped with a layer of wire mesh.
As Shen Xin got out of the car, he saw a few cats perched on the wire mesh, watching him warily.
The compound had a large iron gate.
Shen Xin glanced inside.
It was a big space. In the back stood a low-slung residential house.
A path led from the iron gate to the house, and wire mesh fences on either side sectioned off two large areas.
The moment the two of them approached, they stirred up a large number of dogs, which scrambled to the wire mesh and barked furiously at them.
"Quiet down!"
A rough voice rang out. It was Sister Fang from the videos.
Dressed much like she was in the videos, she was holding an iron basin of dog food. She called out, and the pack of dogs responded.
It was mealtime.
Only then did she walk out of the enclosure to open the gate.
She had a straightforward, unceremonious air about her and walked with long, confident strides.
"Officer Shen, hello, hello."
She knew Li Jiahui was a police officer, so after the introduction, she warmly greeted Shen Xin.
Leading the two of them inside, she explained with a proud expression that she took excellent care of these stray dogs. If Shen Xin chose any of them to become police dogs, it would be their good fortune.
Shen Xin observed silently.
Indeed, the dogs weren’t fat, but they certainly weren’t skinny either.
They seemed to be well cared for.
Just as he was about to take a tour of her rescue station, someone suddenly shouted from outside the main gate.
"Chen Fang!"
Shen Xin turned to look.
It was an old man with thinning hair, carrying a shovel and leading a black dog.
He didn’t enter but stood at the gate, banging on it with his shovel, making a loud noise.
Chen Fang frowned and cursed, "Yu Dalin, you’ve got nothing better to do again, huh? Get lost!"
Li Jiahui asked what was going on.
"A madman," Chen Fang cursed.
She walked over and started trading insults with the old man through the iron gate, yelling in a local dialect.
Just then, the old man named Yu Dalin suddenly lifted his shovel, aimed it at the black dog beside him, and said, "Chen Fang, you’re a philanthropist, right? You rescue dogs? Then give me five hundred yuan today and buy this dog."
"Otherwise, I’ll beat it to death right in front of you."
Standing to the side, Shen Xin was taken aback, his expression changing slightly.
’This is... blackmail, isn’t it!’
