"For me?" Zhao Jun glanced at Du Chunjiang. Seeing the grin plastered on the man's face, Zhao Jun turned his gaze back to the four dogs.
Four dogs—two yellow, two brindle. They were covered in old scars, their eyes fierce. One glance was all it took to see they were seasoned bay dogs.
"Technician Zhao." Seeing Zhao Jun staring at the large yellow dog, Du Chunjiang scurried over and pointed at it. "This big yellow one is the lead dog," he said. "It knows what to do with wild boars and Black Bears."
Zhao Jun didn't say anything. Du Chunjiang quickly continued his introduction, "This dog weighs nearly one hundred and twenty pounds. His name is Big Fatty."
Pointing to the smaller yellow dog, he added, "This one's called San Pang. He's from the same litter as Big Fatty. There used to be a Second Fatty, but he was gored to death by a wild boar the other day."
Zhao Jun nodded at Du Chunjiang's explanation, then turned and pointed to the two brindle dogs. "And these two?" he asked.
