504 Friday the Thirteenth (1/2)

Chapter 504: Friday the Thirteenth

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Famous could jump even higher than the bar because it used to be an impressive jumper. After practicing with Old Time Tea in the mountain for a year, Famous had mastered the skills of exerting its force.

Roger was overjoyed. ”My God! Did you see that? The dog jumped over the bar! It really jumped over the bar!”

Roger's employees couldn't believe their own eyes, either. This dog was amazing. It could jump so high without running in advance.

Roger ran towards Charles and said eagerly, ”Mr. Charles, did you see that? Does this dog meet your requirements? To be honest, I traveled to several states nearby before I found this dog. If it wasn't for your request, I couldn't bear to sell it.”

Roger believed that such a rare dog should sell at a high price, especially if the buyer was an important man from a prestigious film company.

Charles ignored Roger and walked up to Famous, kneeling to look at it at close range. He confirmed that this dog looked just like the star of his movie. Even without makeup, this dog could be mistaken for the star. They were both German Shepherds from excellent pedigrees.

”What is its name?” he asked Roger, turning his head.

”Err... name... what's its name...” Roger glared anxiously at his employees, but no one knew the dog's name. He shrugged helplessly.

”Didn't you just say that you found this dog? You should know its name, shouldn't you?” Charles looked at him coldly.

”This...this...” Roger swallowed embarrassingly and replied nervously, ”It... its name is Röhm. Yes, its name is Röhm!”

”Is it?” Charles came from the big city filled with lies. How could he not see through Roger's trick? He said to Famous, ”Röhm, are you Röhm?”

Famous shook its head. ”That's not my name. My name is... My name is...”

Charles couldn't understand it, but he could see that the dog shook its head. He was stunned again.

Charles's eyes fell on Famous's black leather collar. There was a shiny metal nameplate that reflected the sun when it shook its head. There seemed to be some kind of writing on the nameplate.

”Come on, buddy. Let me see what's written on it.” He reached out and pinched the metal nameplate, carefully reading the words.

Charles frowned deeply. What did the words on the metal nameplate mean? He couldn't understand the strange texts in square shapes, but he did recognize a string of Arabic numbers next to the words.

”1323...” he whispered. ”What's this? Your name? Which country is your owner from? Why are you named after a string of numbers?”

Famous had no way to explain to him that the string of numbers was actually Zhang Zian's phone number, or that the few Chinese characters meant the ”Amazing Fate Pet Shop.”