Chapter 126: Flourishing Prosperity

Zhang Congwen enlarged the loop on the P-chain and began trying to slip it over the electric fan dog’s neck.

At this moment, the purpose of Zhang Congwen’s earlier exhaustion of the electric fan became clear.

The electric fan dog panted heavily, mouth agape, desperately dodging the P-chain being thrown over it.

Having nearly depleted its strength, its movements slowed considerably, and before long, Zhang Congwen executed a swift motion, slipping the chain securely around the dog’s neck.

Yet, the instant the P-chain tightened, the dog erupted into fierce struggle once more, biting savagely at the leash. As it tore at the leash, it let out harsh, grating screams.

But Zhang Congwen would not indulge it. He promptly hauled the leash, pulling the dog outside the fenced area.

In the open space, the dog seemed to find its element, as if it had come home. It resumed its wild, frenzied behavior—screaming pitifully and furiously biting the leash, spinning endlessly within the enclosure.

The female owner, witnessing this, kept her distance, wary that if she came too close, the dog’s rage might be unleashed upon her, resulting in injury.

Zhang Congwen paid no mind to the chaos, allowing the dog to thrash about inside while firmly holding the leash.

However, unlike the previous golden retriever who could gauge the situation, this dog showed no intention of calming down.

Its agonized screams echoed continuously throughout the room, reverberating painfully in Zhang Congwen’s ears, causing a severe headache.

Unable to endure the howling any longer, Zhang Congwen forcibly led the dog to a corner, loosening the leash slightly to let it settle.

This tactic proved highly effective; before long, the electric fan dog quieted considerably.

Seeing this, Zhang Congwen handed the leash back to the owner, instructing her to walk the dog around the room.

But scarcely had the leash returned to the owner’s hand and they taken a few steps when the dog struggled anew, filling the space once more with distressing screams.

It became clear that merely fitting the P-chain was insufficient to tame this dog.

Helpless, Zhang Congwen decided to change tactics, bringing the dog to the Canine Language Training Base for professional training.

The choice of this facility was deliberate: the training base offered a spacious environment, comprehensive equipment, and, crucially, an unfamiliar setting that could undermine the dog’s confidence.

Upon arrival, as soon as the P-chain was fastened again, the dog struggled fiercely, just as it had at home.

Its screams pierced the air once more.

Having regained some strength during the journey, this struggle was even more vigorous, and its biting of the leash more ferocious.

Zhang Congwen paid no heed to the commotion. Wearing heavy-duty bite-resistant gloves, he prepared to forcibly calm the dog through touch.

These gloves were far thicker and more durable than the flimsy ones used previously at the owner’s home; designed specifically for training aggressive dogs, they were impervious even to the bites of large breeds.

Zhang Congwen was curious to see how this dog would behave when confronted with such protection.

With the gloves donned, he had no fear of injury. He deliberately provoked the dog by caressing its mouth area, tempting it to bite.

This approach served two purposes: to show the dog that its attacks were futile and would cause no harm, thereby allowing it to vent without consequence; and to acclimate it gradually to human contact, helping it accept such interactions.

If Zhang Congwen were not a professional trainer, he might have given in to the urge to slap the dog out of personal frustration.

After over ten minutes of effort, the dog’s strength finally waned again. Its voice became hoarse, and it could no longer vocalize, collapsing onto the ground, gasping for breath.

It appeared to have surrendered its struggle.

Wherever Zhang Congwen moved, the dog followed, even though its expression bore a million grudges. It showed no resistance, only a tucked tail and a demeanor of subdued fear.

For most dogs, reaching this point would mean the training was essentially complete, leaving only daily reinforcement in the hands of the owner.

Yet, given this dog’s peculiar nature, even Zhang Congwen was uncertain whether he had truly succeeded.

Ultimately, he resolved to keep the dog at the training base for continued instruction until it no longer resisted or rejected human interaction, before returning it to its owner.

This decision was also made with the owner’s safety in mind.

Unexpectedly, the owner seemed ungrateful. Seeing the dog follow Zhang Congwen obediently, she suspected that the rest of the training was just a pretext for Zhang Congwen to charge her more money, and she wished to refuse further sessions.

Left with no choice, Zhang Congwen enlisted Song Jiawei to persuade her. After a long discussion, they finally convinced the owner to leave the electric fan dog at the base.

During this period, Zhang Congwen became truly busy. Besides daily training sessions with Dasheng, he also trained both the electric fan dog and the golden retriever at the base. On top of that, whenever free, he visited other clients’ homes for on-site training.

Since the addition of the two new dogs, Zhang Congwen grew stricter with Dasheng’s supervision, designating several off-limits areas.

Dasheng was still young and should not be exposed to the two aggressive dogs.

If either suddenly attacked Dasheng, it could cause severe psychological trauma, making Dasheng timid.

If such an incident caused Dasheng’s training to fail, there would be no solace to be found.

Zhu Qingyan and Song Jiawei understood the gravity of the situation. They hurried workers to reinforce the training base with additional barriers overnight.

At present, Dasheng was undoubtedly the most precious member of the entire Canine Language Training Base—no harm must come to him.

Indeed, to ensure Dasheng’s optimal growth, great care was given to his diet.

Beef, lamb, salmon, chicken, duck, goose, pork, seasonal fruits, vegetables, yogurt, probiotics—all were meticulously provided.

Song Jiawei often joked, complaining that the dog ate better than humans, and he wished to be a dog in his next life.

Yet even Song Jiawei was busy. Although Zhang Congwen’s schedule was packed, Song Jiawei refrained from seeking new clients, but his days were still filled with early departures and late returns. His exact tasks remained unknown.

Zhang Congwen never pressed for details. He was responsible for training dogs, Song Jiawei handled business, and Zhu Qingyan managed operations. Each focused on their own responsibilities.

Despite being a small company, their work was orderly, and the whole enterprise seemed to be flourishing.

During this time, Zhu Qingyan pondered hiring one or two more employees.

Whether for dog training or caring for the dogs at the base, she wanted extra hands to lighten the workload for Zhang Congwen and the others.

Yet Zhang Congwen adopted a laissez-faire attitude, leaving the decision to her.

After careful consideration, Zhu Qingyan ultimately abandoned the idea.

Hiring would happen eventually, but since the training base had not yet turned a profit, recruitment would be postponed.

"Good dog!" came Zhang Congwen’s joyful voice from the Canine Language Training Base.

Dasheng was progressing rapidly, having mastered most basic skills. Now it was time to reinforce those abilities.

Dasheng showed no resistance to the training, seeming to enjoy it thoroughly.

July’s weather in this city was often gloomy and rainy, today no exception.

Amid the rain, a figure approached the Canine Language Training Base—someone whose appearance rivaled that of Zhu Qingyan.

This scene felt remarkably familiar.