Pet King

rain Famous so well.
After all, if he can train Famous, it meant he can train more dogs.
He silently looked at the back of this young man, with inexplicable thoughts emerging in his mind—this young man can not only train dogs but also cats, if he was willing to pursue long-term development in the film and television industry, the sky will be his limit!

He sincerely hoped that Zhang Zian would be the Andrew Simpson of his crew and also become China’s Andrew Simpson.

“Director Feng, should we start now?” The assistant walked beside him and whispered.

“Hm.” Feng Xuan answered.
He turned around and looked around, but did not find the person he was looking for.

“Guan Biao! Where is Guan Biao?” He asked, frowning.

“Perhaps in the restroom?” The assistant did not see Guan Biao either, and he quickly shouted, “Guan Biao! Master Guan! Where are you?”

Only when the assistant shouted the third time did he see Guan Biao appear from a corner taking shelter from the wind.

“Coming!” Guan Biao ran over with his face glowing.

At nearly forty years old, Guan Biao had a beer belly, but his movements were quite flexible.
He used to work in mine blasting, and due to an accidental opportunity, he got to know Feng Xuan.
He can be regarded as one of the regular team member of Feng Xuan.
Whenever there were explosive scenes in the movies, Feng Xuan will always call him, and there’s no exception this time.

Having said that, Feng Xuan did not really like Guan Biao, because he was lazy and was covetous of small gains, and especially because he would drink too much on occasion.
As a pyrotechnician, overdrinking was an unbearable behavior.
Luckily, he did not drink during filming, although Feng Xuan did not like him, he still took Guan Biao with him.

In fact, Feng Xuan had no choice.
Pyroteching was a high-risk occupation that earned little money yet was accompanied by great danger.
Fewer and fewer young people in China were willing to engage in this occupation, many crews were even hiring pyrotechnics from the United States with high salary.
At least Guan Biao was more reliable than other pyrotechnicians he did not know of.

“Master Guan, what are you doing? You keep the participants waiting here.” Feng Xuan said severely, feeling embarrassed after he heard the dialogue between Sheng Ke and the two young police officers.

“Director Feng, don’t blame me!” Guan Biao argued, “The Studio has the regulations that if we need to use the blasting, burning, flame spurting and other props, we must report to the Studio three days in advance.
I made the report at 11 a.m.
And it’s not 11 a.m.
yet, is it? I was just taking shelter from the wind.”

What Guan Biao said seemed reasonable and Feng Xuan can’t refute him.
He had to hold back the other reproaches and told him, “Then go quickly prepare the set.
It’s almost 11 a.m.
These are the last group of dogs in the audition.
When this is finished, you can rest for a few days.
”

“Okay!” Guan Biao swung his beer belly around and ran away, carrying out the final preparations before the blasting.

At this moment, Feng Xuan noticed that another person came out from the corner where Guan Biao was previously hiding.
He knew this man, Yuan Fei, who was the chief dog trainer sent by the Star Group.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Yuan Fei leisurely walked back to cage No.1, inadvertently looking at Feng Xuan’s way, and then turned away his gaze.
Inside cage No.1 was Neptune, the German Shepherd sent by the Star Group.
Neptune was tall and mighty, purebred, and had displayed extremely high comprehensive quality, and before the emergence of Famous, Neptune was the most promising candidate for the protagonist in the eyes of Feng Xuan and Nie Yuan.

An uncomfortable feeling grasped Feng Xuan.
What were Guan Biao and Yuan Fei talking about in that secluded corner? What had they done?