Super Zoo

Ancient philosophers believed that there are three major pursuits in life: achievement, words, and virtue.

Suming had a touch in almost all three. Achievement is about career, and with several companies and the zoo, he could very well claim a small career, especially impressive considering his age; definitely, a successful man. As for virtue, he could count numerous honors on his fingers, the highest being a national delegate, nearly akin to a deity with a halo shining behind his head, and engaging in animal conservation was inherently a virtuous deed;

Previously, the only thing lacking was "words", but now a group of experts had taken care of that, writing a book to summarize the lessons learned from this rewilding operation.

About the book, Suming would often clasp his wrists and sigh with regret later!

He was too naive, far too kind, and much too generous!

Books come with royalties, roughly about 8% of the book's price. The experts were the compilers, but Suming and the zoo were the source of the book's content. Initially, the experts proposed to split the royalties with the zoo, but Suming thought, how much could a book possibly earn? So, with feigned generosity, he made a favor easily bestowed, declining any royalties and declaring that all proceeds would go to animal conservation… Much, much later. He deeply regretted that decision. Even if the royalties for textbooks were low, the volume was high, and with his feigned generosity, he'd missed out on a large sum of money...

But that was a story for another time.

After the zoo's rewilding, the enclosures were finally just about sufficient.

With minimal refurbishment and at little cost, the animals brought back from Iraq all got their new homes.

These creatures had lived purely refugee-like existences in Iraq, starving one moment and barely fed the next… Ah, no, actually never satiated, constantly hungry and thirsty. Even the animals at Baghdad National Zoo and the big-toothed hippo later sent from a hotel were ravenous, reportedly fed just once a day.

To these animals, Yangchuan City Zoo was quite literally heaven!

Fed multiple times a day, with ample food, specialized nutritional plans, doctors for when they were sick, and no fear of being snatched by soldiers to become barbecue, they lived comfortably, and never in their lives had they imagined such days would come.

Animals have emotions too, with their own joys and sorrows, and these creatures weren't as scheming as humans, they wouldn't conceal their feelings; internal emotions were readily displayed.

Their bliss was unmistakable, from the hippo with its huge grinning mouth, to the lion lying on the grass like a big dog basking in the sun after a meal, the leisurely strolling giraffes, the platypuses diving and spouting water in the water, to the rhinos rolling in the mud...

All animals in the zoo radiated sheer joy, and visitors walking through the zoo would inexplicably catch the happiness and feel content.

Of course, not everything was perfect; there were problems too.

Mainly because the zoo provided too good of a diet.

It is easy to switch from frugality to luxury, or so the saying goes, which isn't entirely true. Used to living in hardship, the animals from Iraq, with little fat in their bellies, suddenly faced a diet of rich foods and struggled to adapt. Within a week, many of them exhibited various degrees of discomfort from diarrhea, indigestion, and gastrointestinal overloads.

The most exaggerated case was that of the little koala, whom Suming couldn't spare time to play with, so he entrusted it to Nangong Huang. Nangong treated it like a plaything, carrying it around and showing it off.

That day, just as the koala had climbed onto Nangong Huang's head, it suddenly vomited all over him, covering his face and head, then it lay there as if it were at death's door, motionless. Nangong Huang was taken aback, fearing the koala was seriously ill, so he quickly fetched the vet. After examination, it turned out that the little fellow had simply overeaten.

For these country bumpkins from abroad, the remaining indigenous creatures of the zoo had only two words: scorn!

What a bunch of hicks from the sticks!

The local grey wolf family looked down on their new neighbors.

Next to them used to be Miss Red Fox's home. Miss Red Fox had gone wild and spent her days tumbling with a pack of dogs in the back mountain. Her cage was vacated and taken over by a pack of hyenas from the vast grasslands of their homeland.

Not only were these guys ugly, but their eating manners were particularly unsightly too!

Had they never eaten meat before? Look at how stingy they were. In the sweltering heat, the meat rotted, and yet they hid it like treasure beneath the hay in the innermost part of the cage.

The zoo provided plentiful food, and after a few days, the neighbors had amassed a large pile of uneaten meat, and the stench was unbearable.

When Miss Red Fox was around, though she had a bit of a temper, she was never this petty, was she?

In his younger days in the wilderness, even the Wolf King ate carrion when starving. But those days were as distant as the eastward flowing river, never to return. Living a pampered life now, he couldn't stand those rustic hyenas next door, ruining the environment so terribly. Did they not allow anyone... oh no, allow wolves to live anymore?

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So, each day, the group of wolves started a new routine, baring their teeth and scaring the hyenas under the leadership of the Wolf King.

The hyenas had just arrived and didn't have the numbers. Plus, they were inherently emboldened by group fights and dared not confront the wolf pack. Yet they couldn't bear to throw away the rotten meat, fearing the days of uncertainty and hunger might return. So they huddled cautiously in their cage, guarding their leftovers.

As the stench of putrefaction intensified, passing tourists hurriedly covered their noses and fled. Flies buzzed around, forming small clouds inside and outside the cage. The manager in charge, Mr. Peng, couldn't bear it any longer and personally entered the hyenas' cage to clean up the rotting meat piled up like a small hill.

Watching Mr. Peng, in his rubber boots and mask, shovel away their 'treasure,' the hyenas were so heartbroken. They whimpered as they lay on the ground with pathetic eyes, nearly in tears.

The grey wolves were unhappy, and the bear family was also quite irate lately!

Their trio originally lived in the spacious Xiongshan, equipped with a rockery, a pond, and a small forest. From a human perspective, it was as if a family of three inhabited a detached house with a large yard and a swimming pool.

But now, new members had joined the household: two Malayan bears.

The Malayan bear is the smallest of the bear species, barely reaching a meter tall and weighing around a hundred pounds, with black fur and a large tan snout.

Teddy bear toys are designed after the Malayan bear, which shows that although it bears the name of a bear, the Malayan bear is not at all ferocious but rather adorable and goofy.

The two Malayan bears came from Baghdad National Zoo, one weighing over forty pounds and the other barely thirty. Thin and tiny, when they arrived, they were so famished they were all skin and bones, without any 'bear-like' features at all.