In a dimly lit room, a cat being held down for blood collection suddenly convulsed and struggled so violently that it kicked a tray of blood collection instruments, including needles and blood bags, placed next to its feet.

The tray clanged and landed on a nearby cat cage.

More than a dozen cats in the room reacted differently to the commotion.

Some were scared by the convulsing cat and huddled in the corners of their cages, growling in terror.

Others were numb, casting a sad and mournful glance at the convulsing cat.

The cat was convulsing so hard that it was probably near death from excessive blood loss.

Wearing gloves, a worker quickly removed the needle and grabbed the blood bag.

He then kicked the cat out of the way, causing it to land on the ground with a muffled groan.

"Damn...it's only 50-60 milliliters, and I almost spilled it," muttered the worker.

The man in charge of the studio, Braun, had an evil look on his face.

He wrinkled his brow at the scene and said, "Just throw it out if it dies. Also, check those that are close to death, suck out all their blood and throw them out too. Don't waste the cat food."

"Yes, sir," replied the worker.

Braun then asked, "How's business this week?"

The worker showed him a notebook filled with the phone numbers and names of some pet owners who had traded with them before.

"We have three orders this week," he said, "which is less than last week. It's because domestic cats are eating better than people nowadays, and they're getting sick less often. I wish they would get sick every day."

He chuckled and added, "If I knew which households had cats, I would go and spray some medicine in every one of them!"

Braun could only earn a commission of one thousand dollars for three orders this week. During bad times, his monthly commission would only be four to five thousand dollars.

"Don't think about doing that, it's unethical to go to someone's house and spray medicine," Braun advised.

After a pause, he added, "Besides, many residential areas have surveillance cameras. Be careful not to get caught; it's too risky."

The worker smiled and said, "Boss, I'm just kidding."

As he threw the dead cat into a snake-skin bag for trash, the worker quickly and deftly drained the blood of several cats that were barely alive, but not dead yet.

He then threw them into the bag and tied it up.

Some of the cats died immediately, while others convulsed, and the snake-skin bag trembled slightly. This was a common sight for them.

Braun patted his shoulder and said, "Get ready, we're going out to rescue a group of stray cats tomorrow."

The staff nodded and replied, "Okay, okay!"

Their so-called "rescue" was to go out and look for stray cats, and then use the excuse of rescue to catch them and bring them back to this room.

Once the cats were back, they were kept in this room.

In order to maintain business stability, they would go out twice a month, and for each cat caught, the staff would receive a commission of three hundred dollars.

Usually, they could catch more than ten cats at a time, which meant that for each "rescue" mission, the staff could earn about three thousand dollars in commission.

Together with the commission for drawing blood, Braun's monthly income was stable at over ten thousand dollars.

The staff felt that their boss was very good, because with so many cats, they could only earn around fifty to sixty thousand dollars a month just by selling blood.

However, their boss gave them over ten thousand dollars each, so what else could he be called if not a good boss?

"I really like wine-ji." The staff said with a grin.

Braun patted his shoulder and said, "Work hard! Get rich, marry a wife, buy a car, and buy a house. It's not a dream!"

The staff was grateful and said, "Okay!"

It can only be said that the word "rescue" is really ironic when used in their case...

The evil ghost on Braun's head struggled again, and his eyes became more painful.

In the past, this was his paradise, and everyone in this studio...was his host.

Every time they discussed business or rescue, it was when he laughed the most happily.

But now he couldn't laugh...

**

The next day, Susie, who was at home on the weekend, took Grandma Chloe's phone and watched short videos.

Mrs. Alana reminded her, "Don't watch for too long, okay?"

Susie replied, "Okay, okay!"

Mr. Craig glanced at her and frowned, "What's a kid doing with a phone? Look at you, always saying that your eldest son spoils Susie, but you're doing the same thing."

Mrs. Alana glared at him and said coldly, "Is it the same thing?"

I don't know who said before, "If it were me, I would never tolerate this."...

Mrs. Alana seemed to remember and coughed, changing the topic, "I don't know if Martin has finished his work over there, when will he come back?"

Mr. Craig flipped the page and read the news while saying, "Didn't he say he'd be gone for half a month last time? He's only been gone for a few days, is he confused?"

Mrs. Alana said, remained silent.

She gave Mr. Craig a white look and said coldly, "Don't eat lunch today."

Mr. Craig looked up, "Huh?"

Susie covered her mouth and giggled, "Grandpa, please don't scold anymore~"

Mr. Craig couldn't figure it out and asked, "Did I say something wrong, Grandpa?"

Susie tilted her head and counted on her fingers, "Uncle Martin has been gone for over a week, and he will be back in five days. He hasn't been gone for just a few days!"

Mr. Craig suddenly realized, "But it's not my fault, 'just a few days' is just a way of describing it."

In daily conversations, who would be so particular?

Do we really need to say "he's been gone for ten days and will be back in five"? Chatting isn't that precise.

"Women are so inexplicable," Mr. Craig muttered under his breath.

Susie ran upstairs with her phone, saying as she ran, "Grandpa, I didn't hear anything!"

Mr. Craig remained silent.

Susie asked Wade to help her search for short videos about rescuing cats and dogs, so that's all she's seeing now.

Wade asked, "What's going on? Why are you searching for these videos?"

He lost big... After school starts, he has to go to school, do homework, and go to tutoring. He can't go out with his little sister every day anymore. Look at what's happened; as her big brother, he doesn't even know!

He's Susie's favorite little brother!

Susie was engrossed in watching videos and absentmindedly waved her hand, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Wade, remained silent., Ծ‸Ծ,

He leaned over to Susie and watched her watch the videos.

"Family, we've run out of cat food this month... We've already taken in a hundred cats at our shelter, and we really can't take any more... I really can't afford to support so many with my monthly salary... Some people say you can make money by promoting products, but I've never done it before... What should I do, family?"

"I saw this poor little thing on my way home from work today... It was storming outside, but I held back until I couldn't anymore and brought it home..."

Wade said, "These are all about rescuing cats and dogs..."

They're all good things.

It seems that this time, it shouldn't have anything to do with ghosts...

Just as he was thinking that, the sound of a car engine came from outside the door. Kellen was back...