Chapter 996: Chapter 993: Need a Ride? Three Kilos of Lamb per 100 Kilometers
"Woof—"
"Awoo!"
Talking about the traitor within the group, the sled dogs became agitated again, swearing to beat the traitor to death.
They’re not sled dogs raised by the vendor, but real sled dogs rented by the vendor, a type of working dog running in the Siberian region.
In such harsh territories, only cooperation and winning together will ensure survival or at least reaching the next supply point.
Once there’s a dog traitor in the group, it won’t just get the dogs killed, but might also turn their owner into an ice lolly.
Although they’re currently tasked only with dragging tourists around the slopes casually.
But hatred for traitors and infiltrators flows in their bloodline, even if there’s no business today, they’ll drag out the traitor and kill it.
"Just this...."
Upon hearing this, Ansheng looked at the dogs rolling in the snow in front of him with a face full of black lines.
Each one was more aggrieved than the last, and even angrier, clearly showing great anxiety.
A spy had snuck into their midst, making the dogs uneasy and worried.
But... this is a ski resort!
"Come along with me! I thought something had happened to you."
Ansheng rolled his eyes and stepped out, turning around and gesturing for the dogs to follow him.
Led by Master Fuli, the sled dogs, wary and hostile towards each other, grumbling and cursing, came to the ski resort’s surveillance room.
"Ah this...."
Holding a thermos cup while getting hot water from the water dispenser, the security uncle stared blankly, watching a fox open the door and lead a group of big dogs to the monitoring screen.
"The footage around 9:40 in the morning..."
Ansheng sat on a chair, raised his paw, and started to operate the mouse to adjust the recording from that period.
Fast-forwarding and rewinding finished, the surveillance footage was presented.
Ansheng was almost so shocked his eyes popped out after seeing the monitor content.
A man at least 1.9 meters tall, resembling a tower-like strongman, came to the sled dog stand and scanned the code to pay for a four-person ride.
Then his friends came along, they seemed to have a habit of working out, those muscles so sturdy it wouldn’t be wrong to say they’re as tough as calves.
The four strong men together, plus the sled and accompanying driver, were nearly one ton.
Six sled dogs "huffing and puffing" pulled, each one exhausted like a dog.
Especially the uphill section on the return trip, the six dogs gritted their teeth, pulling with fierce expressions, their legs trembling.
"Awoo?"
The six dogs lying on the surveillance deck looked confused after watching the entire sled pulling footage, question marks appeared all over their heads.
In terms of recognizing object volume, the dogs might have been a bit confused, but in recognizing whether a peer was slacking off, they couldn’t be wrong.
But precisely because they couldn’t be wrong, they were left with question marks after watching the footage.
No way!
All our dogs were as exhausted as dogs, there was absolutely no slacking off among them, so... this sled doesn’t add up!
"Good heavens, this is... Lu Bu riding a dog! The dogs reconciled their accounts for a night, confused over whether a sled’s worth of income disappeared into thin air."
Ansheng glanced with surprise at the dogs with question marks all over their faces: "Are you running a charity here?"
This sled was clearly overloaded.
But the vendor charged not by sled, but by the count of tourists.
If one sled can fit, splitting it into two sleds would lose financial sense, surely the vendor wouldn’t mind making the dogs suffer.
"Woof...."
Alaska looked at Master Fuli with a face full of confusion.
Bro... none of us slacked off, but these accounts seem really mismatched.
"To hell with reconciling, let’s beat that swindler!" Master Fuli spat at Alaska and rolled up his sleeves, leading the dogs to run towards the stand placed halfway up the mountain.
"Hiss..."
As the dogs left, the security uncle pinching his thigh harshly, tremblingly pulled out a cigarette with shaky arms, preparing to light it up.
"Damn... this is so freaking exciting, more thrilling than Dongdan Park at night."
Returning to the vendor’s stand, Master Fuli leapt up, turning mid-air, planting his legs on the vendor’s rear.
"He’s been sneaky and even deducted your sour cabbage braised bones for the night!"
"Woof woof woof—" The sled dogs, filled with rage, raised their forelegs high, furiously knocking the vendor’s oversized hat.
"Aah aah ah—The fox has become spirit!" The vendor covered his cheeks, screaming in horror.
"Bah, becoming spirit won’t save you! Swindler!" Master Fuli kicked him twice as well.
...
"Hmm?"
Finishing protection training, Ah Qing, stepping on ski boards and holding ski poles, learning to walk step by step, suddenly heard a high-pitched dog barking.
The barking reached Ah Qing’s ears, transforming into slightly peculiar phrases.
"Big brother, is there really mutton tonight? You can’t be tricking us into eating lamb butt, can you?"
"Bro... is there no threshold to hang out with you?"
"Big brother is fair and generous, we all don’t dare to fool around with that silly boss..."
Ah Qing glanced sideways with a strange expression and saw a snowstorm rising by the props skiing road.
Six sled dogs, looking more like wolves than dogs, raced with a sled car, their speed clearly not inferior to the full speed of two-wheel electric vehicles.
From the mid-mountain to the summit, they dashed frantically, lifting massive snow to cover half the sky.
Travelers skiing along the road stared dumbfoundedly at that driverless sled.
"Xiaolan! We’re live-streaming here!" Ah Qing swallowed and loudly reminded him.
"Woo—"
Ansheng, squatting on a chair holding the leash, paused a bit upon Ah Qing’s call, and dismissively whimpered, issuing orders to the dogs.
"Woof—"
The sled dogs, following orders, pulled the sled at high speed towards Ah Qing, performing a side displacement sprint beside her, dragged the sled to horizontally drift and spin to a stop right in front of Ah Qing.
"Holy heck..."
The coach helping Ah Qing with the phone streaming had a face filled with amazement, staring at the intruding sled dogs.
In the live streaming room, chaotic question marks floated, all asking where the little fox found the sled.
No...
A fox driving a sled, does it have a license?
"Woo—"
Ansheng looked pleasedly at Ah Qing, gesturing with his mouth towards the dogs: "How about it? I just snuck these from the sled dog stand, they’ve all been revamped with all the ideological work done, guaranteed to unleash full horsepower."
"Steal?" Ah Qing asked blankly.
"Snatched." Ansheng naturally teased.
"......"
Ah Qing with a face of black lines stared at the little fox, Ansheng seeing this, didn’t continue to tease her, explaining the whole worker dissent issue with the dogs.
These sled dogs are all retired, rented by the vendor from other places to set up shop and do business.
However, the vendor is now too busy to mind the stand, immediately hiring a vehicle headed straight for [Fox Immortal’s Dwellings], to light incense.
Good heavens, Immortal Hu opened with a phrase that it wouldn’t protect him even though it’s spiritual.
Those doing business may not believe it, but there’s always some reverence in them.
Moreover, this supernatural fox really spoke.
The vendor went to pay homage to the fox manager, and now the sled dog stand is temporarily under Master Fuli’s charge.
"Small horse pulling large cart?"
Ah Qing’s face showed a peculiar expression, glancing at the not-so-large dogs, recalling a few monstrous muscle persons bumping heads in the hotel corridors.
"So, should we hail a sled dog taxi?"
"Three pots of clear mutton soup per hundred kilometers will do." Ansheng asked Ah Qing cheerfully.
