Chapter 112: Man! [Third Update, Request Subscription]

Welcome to the Ecological Restaurant. How may we assist you today?

As Chen Zhiyu pushed open the restaurant door, the two servers seated near the entrance rose from their high stools and approached with polite, smiling faces, their expressions angled at precisely forty-five degrees.

“They’re all my friends—take them on the guided tour of Uncle Lin’s collection and specialties!” Chen Zhiyu told the servers, then turned with a warm smile to Yu Xueqing: “I won’t go in—I’ll take the little fox for a stroll by the entrance.”

“Mm?”

An Sheng, named outright, froze, then shook his head like a bobblehead.

What’s there to see in the park? I want to stare at the billionaire’s treasures until my eyes turn red with envy, then come back tonight and pull their circuit breaker.

“Sorry, Xiao An. No foxes allowed inside. It’s just too bad.”

Yu Xueqing stared at the little fox, whose face clearly screamed displeasure—only lacking the words: “I’m coming tonight to pull your power, piss on your fish bladder.”

“Mmm.”

An Sheng, held in Chen Zhiyu’s arms, watched Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing enter the building, his gaze fixed and longing, as if he’d turned into a stone wife-waiting cliff.

Yu Xueqing turned back, watching the little fox in Chen Zhiyu’s arms stretch out a paw, pawing uselessly at the air, and gritted her teeth as she asked the server:

“Does your ecological restaurant absolutely not allow any pets inside?”

“By hygiene standards, we don’t permit them—but like other restaurants, if customers are willing to meet the private room minimum spend, we can accommodate pets.”

“However, since we’re heading to the collection room, where dried goods and tea leaves are stored—items prone to absorbing odors—we’ve instituted a no-pets rule.”

The lead server slowed his pace, slightly turning his upper body toward Yu Xueqing, smiling as he explained.

“Our restaurant operates on reservation-only, serving no more than two or three tables per day. For certain matters, our tolerance is actually quite high.”

“How high?” Mo Yiqing asked, intrigued.

“Some outrageous things—if you report them to the police, the other guest ends up in jail.”

The server, knowing they were Chen Zhiyu’s guests, joked as if teasing a friend.

But he wasn’t just making things up.

Some young regulars truly treat the ecological park restaurant like a brothel.

One guest, drunk and hyped up, had sex with several models in succession, then, still unsatisfied, bribed a server with tips to help film it.

Inside the room, the models held up their phones, recording the epic drama of a hero pitying another hero’s mighty conquest.

Less than a month later, that server quit, wearing a Rolex and driving a BMW 5.

Working here as a server, sometimes you’re just one slip away from becoming a sunflower.

The guests really go all out. The server sighed inwardly.

“This way, guests. Your Buddha Jumps Over the Wall requires at least three days to prepare, and we recommend it for four to six people.”

“Ingredients are customizable—abalone, for instance, comes in tropical mainland abalone, island abalone, and domestic abalone.”

“Tropical mainland dried abalone is cheaper, but larger in size—ideal for entertaining. For personal consumption, though...”

………………

Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing browsed the collection room, selecting ingredients by price.

Meanwhile, Chen Zhiyu had carried Fuli Master to the riverside area of the ecological park, before a reservoir spanning the Jianghe River, where artificial waterfalls drove a hydroelectric station.

Chen Zhiyu placed the little fox on a bench, clasped her hands together, and bowed respectfully to Fuli Master.

A brand-new wish appeared, refreshing on An Sheng’s wish list.

【May Fuli Master bless me, Chen Zhiyu, age twenty-eight, with a good match!—Chen Zhiyu, slightly nervous, glanced left and right, ensuring no one was nearby, before whispering her wish to Fuli Master.】

【Wish fulfilled: Another old geezer (for the Changping Chen clan, a wedding—from engagement to consummation—costs eighty thousand, not counting cars or housing. But how could the village chief’s daughter, a university graduate who started a business, possibly pay like some ordinary village girl? That’d be laughed out of town).】

“...”

An Sheng’s eyelid twitched slightly as he watched Chen Zhiyu’s forehead darken with lines.

What are you even doing here? You’re the owner of Changping Mountain Pet Paradise.

Just a few pairs of lizards for breeding cost hundreds of thousands. Add up all the other pets, and you’re over a million.

You rich women, if you showed up on the dating market, men would turn the blue ocean into a bloodbath—some would even offer their asses willingly.

And you’re asking for a match? Come on, be serious!

An Sheng mumbled a complaint at Chen Zhiyu.

But outsiders don’t understand the inner workings of a family.

Chen Zhiyu’s father used to be a wild boar hunter, raising pigs in the village. Her family’s fortune began when, during university, she had a sudden idea: crossbreeding domestic pigs with wild boars, then raising them in enclosed areas for genetic improvement.

Within the Changping Chen clan, Chen Zhiyu was unquestionably “that other family’s child”—outstanding since childhood.

After her business success, she even helped the villagers earn money.

People in Changping Mountain care far more about face than those in Zhangxizhen.

A village girl’s dowry is forty thousand; the full wedding banquet, dress, and gift process adds up to eighty thousand.

My daughter’s net worth exceeds a million, not even counting the value of several mountains. So asking for a hundred and twenty thousand in dowry, plus two bars of gold—is that too much?

And if I throw a grand wedding, serve five days of banquets, and give my daughter a three-hundred-square-meter house—is that unreasonable?

“Fuli Master...”

After making her wish to the little fox, Chen Zhiyu’s expression turned serious. She pulled out her phone and placed it before An Sheng: “After you left, we went to the municipal bureau. She didn’t betray you.”

“But I’ve always felt she’s up to no good.”

“She bought a large number of albino North American red foxes and had them all boarded at my place. She asked me to groom them until they looked just like Fuli Master—and then asked if I’d sell my Changping Mountain Pet Paradise.”

“Of course, that alone wouldn’t make me come here to tattle on her to Fuli Master.”

“I overheard her say she’s recruiting biologists and veterinarians, and plans to put someone on the tropical mainland to race against lions, elephants, and cheetahs.”

Chen Zhiyu’s face was grave as she informed Fuli Master of recent events he didn’t know about.

Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu met because of the little fox. Afterward, at the municipal bureau, neither mentioned An Sheng’s existence.

They met because of Fuli Master, and later studied together because of Fuli Master.

Though not close, their shared experience with Fuli Master gave Lin Ying clear trust in Chen Zhiyu.

When handling certain matters, Lin Ying never used people from the Lin Group. Whenever anything involved the little fox, she always turned to Chen Zhiyu.

“Did you... arrange a private doctor for me?” An Sheng tilted his head and mumbled.

“I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with that rich girl, but please be cautious,” Chen Zhiyu said, gazing at Fuli Master.

“That rich girl also asked—is it true that Fuli Master can read and write?”

An Sheng lifted his paw and tapped on the phone.

【Yes, I once had a degree, especially skilled in advanced math like nine-out-thirteen-return. (Funny)】

Every word An Sheng typed dripped with mischief. He found a funny emoji in his input method’s sticker pack and attached it.

Chen Zhiyu stared at the screen and was stunned.

Experts had explained that spirit beasts were intelligent, even offering scientific explanations to prevent people from falling into superstition—like hunting female animals in the mountains or buying life insurance.

But!

Experts only said spirit beasts were smart—they never said they understood loan-sharking!

(End of chapter)