Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 245: The Marketing Mastermind

"Look more fragile with that lying down posture! Yes, tuck your claws in—make it look more pitiful!"

The female crane was incredibly cooperative. Under the direction of this "gold-medal director," she tilted her head weakly and lay limp on the ground, a picture of fading life. Her acting was nothing short of exquisite.

Master Crow flapped his wings with satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad! You have a natural talent for selling a sob story!"

He puffed out his chest proudly. "From now on, I am your exclusive manager—no, manager-bird!"

The little fellow then turned to direct Nancy and Barry. "Don't just stand there watching!" Master Crow commanded with dissatisfaction.

"Didn't we agree that when the crane dances, we'd put up a sign next to him saying 'A Dance for the Life of His Beloved Wife'?"

"And remember to make the donation QR code eye-catching!"

Nancy hesitantly moved the prepared display board into place, muttering under her breath, "Is this really appropriate..."

She looked up at the elegant male crane. "You... don't have a problem with this, do you?"

The ethereal male crane bowed his head, his gentle voice uttering words completely at odds with his appearance.

"Miss Nancy, Master Crow told me that 'selling misery' is the secret password for internet traffic these days."

Hearing this, Nancy poked Master Crow's round body, feeling both annoyed and amused. "You bad bird, you've corrupted a perfectly dignified crane!"

Master Crow cocked his tail arrogantly, sounding perfectly righteous. "It's because you're too honest!"

The male crane lowered his head gently, lightly preening his partner's feathers.

"Miss Nancy, we are more than happy to cooperate if it earns the zoo more food money."

Barry watched Nancy huddled with the birds, whispering. Although he couldn't understand animal language, he could guess from their shifty eyes and Nancy's suppressed laughter that they were up to no good. "What are you plotting?"

Nancy translated the "misery marketing plan" for him in full.

Barry raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at the smug Master Crow. "Such professional operational tactics?"

Being praised by a business tycoon sent Master Crow's ego into the stratosphere. "How about it? Want to hire me as a marketing consultant for your group?"

As soon as Nancy finished translating, Barry let out a helpless chuckle, his gaze lingering on her.

"It's a pity I can't understand you. If I were to hire him, I'd have to hire Miss Nancy along with him."

He looked at Nancy. "But... I'm afraid your Miss Nancy isn't willing to stay by my side."

Master Crow panicked at this, flapping his wings and glaring at Nancy.

"You brat! If you won't do it, I will! There are plenty of crows fighting for that position!"

Nancy laughed and flicked Master Crow's little forehead.

At 11:30 AM, under the perfect sunlight, ethereal and melodious music rang out in front of the Crane Pavilion. The tourists who had already gathered there held their breath.

The female crane lay "weakly" on the ground, while the male crane spread his wings and began to dance, his white feathers shimmering with a holy luster in the sun. He leaped lightly, turning gracefully in the air—every movement carried the nobility and sorrow unique to his species.

Many tourists who had read the touching story on the poster already had red eyes.

"So moving... this is true loyalty!"

"Life isn't easy; he's selling his art for love! I have to support them!"

While admiring the beautiful dance, the crowd raised their phones to scan the donation QR code next to the poster.

Master Crow stood on Nancy's shoulder, his small claws gripping her collar tightly, his beady eyes full of envy. "I only wish that QR code belonged to me!"

Nancy burst out laughing, gently tapping his head. "You don't even have a proper ID or a bank card. How do you expect to collect money?"

Master Crow tossed his head defiantly. "I have my own ways of making money!"

"What ways?"

"Just wait and see!"

Before the resonance of the crane dance faded, a lively, upbeat track started playing!

The Squirrel Bros hopped onto the stage on their short legs and began their signature hand-dance performance. For the afternoon ceremony to award medals to the animal detectives, Nancy had specially set the stage near the open Crane Pavilion.

Now, under the spotlights, the Squirrel Bros were exceptionally eye-catching.

Corry wore a red bowtie and nimbly spun a pink handkerchief with his tiny paws, creating a swirling halo of silk. He didn't forget to wiggle his furry little bottom, performing a self-taught hula dance with a lithe and vigorous posture.

Bobby was clearly half a beat behind. As he spun his handkerchief, it ended up wrapped around his own head. He fumbled in a panic but didn't forget to keep wiggling his round body alongside Corry. His clumsy yet earnest effort completely melted the audience's hearts!

The spectators below were instantly conquered.

"Oh my god! That squirrel spinning the handkerchief is practically human!"

"Is the chubby one in the back doing rehab exercises? That is too cute!"