Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! - Chapter 662
Chapter 662: This Is Their Hell
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qurry nodded. “l understand, Boss. I’ll go find the materials now.”
The man nodded. “Work hard. The number of fans on your account has increased quite a lot this month. If you maintain this momentum, you will definitely be able to get a bonus next month.”
Qurry felt much better and went out happily.
The hypocritical ghost lying on the man’s head could not break free and escape, At this moment, the ghost was in despair and cursed, “F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck you!” He scolded and slapped the man!
The man did not feel anyone hitting him. He only felt a chill on the back of his neck. For some reason, his face was a little numb. He rubbed his face and asked as he drank water, “How are those cats?”
A staff member replied, “About to die.”
The man personally went to the warehouse to take a look. Although it was called a warehouse, it was actually a narrow room with seven or eight cages piled up. There were two or three cats in each cage, and every one of them was thin. There was also a person squatting in the room, pressing a cat to draw its blood. The cat was too weak and after 50 milliliters, they could not draw anymore.
The man frowned. “Useless thing. I can’t even draw a hundred milliliters of blood from you.”
It turned out that in addition to filming videos, their studio would also bring back some cats. However, they did not bring them back to raise them well, but to sell cat blood. In the pet hospital, there were often some pets that needed blood, but the hospital’s blood bank was not enough. At this time, they would go on forums to find cats that could donate blood. After discussing the price, his studio would draw blood and send it over.
In the house, ten or twenty cats were lying on their stomachs, barely breathing. There was no light in their eyes as they stared straight ahead, their eyes empty. Cats could only have their blood drawn once a month at most, and each time could not exceed 200 milliliters. But here, they drew blood at least three or four times a month, at least 300 to 400 milliliters each time, until they could no longer draw blood. Because of severe anemia, many cats here could not stand up. However, no one cared. Their existence was only to extend the life of cats who had owners who cared about them. When they could not draw blood or die, they would be thrown out as trash. No one would ever pay attention to them… No one would even know that there was such a dark place in this world. This was their hell.
In the dim room, the cat that was being pressed down to draw blood suddenly twitched and struggled. Its body was cramping so badly that a tray placed by its feet was kicked away. The tray contained some equipment, needles, blood bags, and so on for drawing blood. They fell on the cat cage at the side with a clang. There were more than a dozen cats in the room. Some were frightened by the twitching cat and stuck to the corner of the cage. They bared their teeth
and growled. Their eyes were filled with fear. Some were already numb. They turned to look at the twitching cat, and a trace of sadness flashed in their wooden eyes.
The cat was convulsing badly. It must have been drained of blood completely. It wouldn’t make it.
The staff member in gloves hurriedly pulled out the needle and immediately picked up the blood pack before kicking the twitching cat away. “I only extracted 50 to 60 milliliters of blood and it was almost kicked over by it! Damn cat!”
The man with the evil ghost on his head was the boss of this studio, Tani Lurry.
Tani frowned when he saw this. “Throw them out if theyre dead. While you’re at it, check the rest. Don’t keep those who are about to die. Draw the last bit of blood and don’t waste cat food here.’
The staff nodded. “Okay.”
Tani asked again, “How’s business this week?”
The staff member held a notebook filled with names and numbers. It was the number and name of some pet owners they had done business with in the past.
“There were three orders this week,” the staff member said. “It’s less than last week. Sigh, it’s mainly because the domestic cats eat better than humans now, and there are fewer sick ones. I really hope they get sick every day.” At this point, the staff member smiled and said, “If 1 know who has cats, I’ll spray medicine on their house every day.” For three orders a week, the commission he received was only a thousand yuan. When business was bad, he only got a commission of four to five thousand yuan a month.
Tani said, “Don’t think about that. It’s too immoral to drug someone’s house.” After a pause, he said, “And their neighborhoods have cameras. Don’t get arrested. It’s too risky..”