The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 13 Money power. Start!

Just as Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing, father and daughter, were studying the door lock with confused faces.

An Sheng was already holding a bottle of Maozi in his mouth as he strolled towards Lin Ying's house. There seemed to be a subtle sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

Regarding the matter between Aqing and her superstitious father, Ansheng didn't want Aqing to be caught in the middle.

An Sheng actually already had a solution to this emergency in his mind.

But I need to trouble Lin Ying.

In his previous life, Ansheng often traveled between Jiule City and Nancheng, because Jiule City is one of the Tieguanyin production areas.

The entire Xiadong area is rich in four categories of tea: green tea, white tea, black tea and scented tea.

The history of green tea cultivation can be traced back to the Song Dynasty, when it became a famous tribute tea.

If you want to do mid-to-high-end tea business, the Xiadong area is an unavoidable production area.

The tea here, except for scented tea, has no history, but the other three major types of tea have hundreds or even thousands of years of history, and there are many stories to tell to customers.

If you want to sell a product at a high price, a marketing story is one of the essential factors.

In his previous life, Ansheng would stay in Xiadong for about half a month every year, one to watch the tea competition in Xiadong area, and the other to select products and negotiate prices.

Ansheng understands the customs of Xiadong District and the character of the older generation of Xiadong people.

Aqing's father has a superstitious habit of praying to gods and Buddhas.

But Ansheng understood the people of Xiadong too well. The so-called superstition here is different from the church-like fanaticism. It should be called "practical superstition". The original intention of superstition is to seek peace of mind for the unknown life in the future.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost money to worship, who knows, maybe this immortal really works?
If it doesn't work, burn less incense and starve it for a few years, and it will be obedient.

If things go wrong at home after the worship, they will drive a bulldozer over and flatten the ground.

In the Xiadong area, except for a few immortal ancestors with special identities, other mountain and wild gods live in the Xiadong area in fear, not to mention walking on thin ice.

Could Yuxueqing's father be superstitious?

But Ansheng wants to say that the iron fist of money power can break any feudal dregs.

Later, ask Lin Ying to borrow a fully insured Cullinan to crash into him, and he will behave himself.

Ansheng has great faith in Sister Lin's abilities.

"Sister Lin, are you awake yet? I came over to borrow some props to show off and slap someone in the face."

An Sheng avoided the busy nanny in the kitchen and ran to the master bedroom on the second floor. She stood up, lay on the mattress and looked at Lin Ying who was wrapped in a silk quilt.

Lin Ying, who was lying on the bed, was not asleep. She just had no energy and didn't want to move.

When Fox pushed open the door with a bottle of wine, Lin Ying had actually noticed Ansheng out of the corner of her eye.

"Do you want to buy me a drink?"

Lin Ying sat up slowly. She had been lying in bed for too long, and sitting up suddenly would cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, making her feel a little dizzy.

However, Lin Ying didn't care too much about the dizziness, but looked at the white crying monster.

The white fox was one of the few things that piqued Lin Ying's interest after that incident.

In order to find out whether the white fox was a dying fantasy or a product of the world gone mad, Lin Ying, like a doll without its power, would secretly take a few pills to wind up the power spring.

"嘤——"

"嘤嘤!嘤!"

Lin Ying put down her hand that was rubbing her temple and looked at An Sheng who was moaning, but unfortunately, she had no talent for small animals.

She didn't understand the fox's whimpering.

But she keenly noticed that there was mud on Ansheng's forelimbs.

Moreover, foxes seem to particularly like the texture of their sheets. When their front paws are placed on the mattress, they will unconsciously rub the comfortable fabric of the sheets with their paw pads.

"What exactly are you? A human, a monster from myth? Or an imaginary playmate I conjured up before my death?" Lin Ying sighed inwardly, a hint of self-mockery, hoping to hear about reincarnation from you.

[Wish Fulfilled: Great Sage of Balance (Instead of expecting something that doesn't exist, it's better to make Lin Ying believe that she is a miracle of life that can style a mohawk)]

Sitting up, Lin Ying, a little distracted by low blood sugar and dizziness, was lost in thought. The random expectations in Lin Ying's mind transformed into a written wish that appeared in An Sheng's mind.

"Wow, the Great Sage of Account Settlement has come out. Look at my tiny arms and legs, do I look like I could go to the underworld and become the Great Sage of Account Settlement?"

After seeing Lin Ying's wish, An Sheng couldn't help but take a breath.

Lin Ying made two wishes to Ansheng. The first one was that her family would come back if they encountered an accident.

The condition for the wish to be fulfilled is to turn back time, and the condition for the wish to be fulfilled perfectly is to help her get out of depression.

The second wish was even more outrageous. Seeing that she was behaving like a monster, she even imagined a region that didn't exist at all and asked herself to fight there.

Maxim sweeps the underworld. Do I have the advantage? What the hell!

"Sister, how about I expose my belly and let you dig out the black bull's-eye? Do I look like Doraemon to you?"

An Sheng complained inwardly, turned around, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and skillfully entered the five-zero password to open the memo app.

An Sheng wrote two lines on the memo, brought it to Lin Ying and patted her thigh.

The fox's little hands patted lightly, dispelling all the unscientific ideas in Lin Ying's mind.

【I brought you a gift.】

[By the way, sister, please lend me some jewelry, cash, and luxury bags. ]

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Lin Ying looked at the words on the phone, then looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the scorching midday sun, and everyone fell silent.

Can people encounter evil spirits in broad daylight?

"Who are you?" Although Lin Ying had seen Ansheng's heroic figure ordering takeout and the brute force with which he dragged her to eat.

At first, Lin Ying could comfort herself that she might have taken too much medicine and was hallucinating.

But after Fox typed two lines of words on his phone using the Pinyin input method, Lin Ying knew that she was definitely not mentally ill, but the world was!

If the world hadn't gone crazy, how could such an unreasonable scene appear before him?

But because she was also seriously ill, Lin Ying was only briefly surprised, and her expression returned to deathly calm.

An Sheng turned his phone around and wrote on it:
I'm just a cute fox with a mohawk and a fluffy body.

[We'll talk about those things later. I need some luxury goods right now for an urgent matter, so I'm rushing to show off and get slapped in the face.]

Lin Ying finished reading the words on the phone. Although she was deeply shocked, her illness affected her expression, making her indifferent and silent. She nodded lightly and said, "Okay, take the things from my safe and cloakroom!"

"It doesn't matter whether you return it or not. It doesn't make any sense to me anyway."

An Sheng, who was originally very happy to get Lin Ying's permission and was about to turn around to choose luxury goods, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Lin Ying return to the bedding.

The living have seen it, and the dead have seen it too.

But watching a living person quietly waiting to starve to death, no matter in past or present life, I have never seen such a peaceful life.

Lin Ying should be considered the first one.

An Sheng sighed in his heart.

"Don't sleep! Come and help!" An Sheng ran back to the bed, bit Lin Ying's collar, and dragged her out:
"Do you expect a fox like me to adorn myself with jewelry?"

"Come and help me choose which one is more expensive"

Lin Ying, who was being dragged away by An Sheng, listened to the fox's clear moans beside her ear, and said calmly:

"I don't speak your language. If you have something to tell me, you can type it on my phone."

[Help me change my clothes. You can't expect a fox cub to change and wash his clothes by himself, right?]

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[Help me comb that tuft of hair back on my head! ]

In the master bedroom, the dress-up game began, and Lin Ying became slightly interested in life.

(End of this chapter)