Chapter 114: Brother, Still Up for Tonight?

“Master Fuli knows so much.”

Seeing “compound interest” and “advanced mathematics” paired together, Chen Zhiyu froze, a flood of thoughts flashing through his mind, his face breaking into an awkward yet polite smile.

Chen Zhiyu cursed Lin Ying in his heart.

Yu Xueqing’s gentle, soft nature clearly couldn’t possibly understand “nine out, thirteen back” advanced mathematics.

Combined with Lin Ying’s understanding of Master Fuli, it was obvious where the immortal had learned his loan-sharking methods.

Behind Master Fuli’s corruption, that rich girl must have been pointing fingers!

Master Fuli was once the fox who dared stand firm on the riverbank to confront Han Yu’s crocodile for the safety of Changping Mountain.

Even if spirit beasts existed in this world, in Chen Zhiyu’s heart, the little fox—selflessly defending the peace of this land—was an immortal!

How could an immortal with a kind heart possibly engage in loan-sharking unless someone human was pulling the strings behind him?

“In short, Master Fuli, you must be wary of that rich girl. She may not harm your life, but she certainly intends to extract something from you.”

Though Chen Zhiyu knew Master Fuli’s abilities, he still couldn’t help but warn him.

“It’s fine—I remember Lin Ying once said she wanted to build the best local zoo.”

“Now hiring biologists and veterinarians, buying land—it must be related to the zoo. Otherwise, Lin Ying wouldn’t hire a vet to harvest Fuli’s kidneys, would she?”

“In a way, I, Fuli, have really made it—I’ve got a personal doctor now.”

The little fox looked relaxed and carefree, waving his tiny paw to signal Chen Zhiyu not to worry.

【It’s fine—Lin Ying wants to build a zoo. The specific reasons involve family matters, so I can’t say more.】

【Let’s drop those dark jokes. Yesterday I caught a nine-meter-long fish. Want it? Looks like a golden dragonfish—a spirit beast. Should fetch a good price.】

The little fox mumbled softly, typing one character at a time on his phone screen, asking Chen Zhiyu.

“Spirit beast? No. Those things are too dangerous. Keeping one at home brings nothing but harm.” Chen Zhiyu shook his head, uninterested in spirit beast matters.

Chen Zhiyu had already witnessed the bulletproof properties of crocodile skin; without Master Fuli’s help, every creature in the pet park would’ve been devoured.

Who in their right mind keeps a spirit beast at home?

“Mmmmm”

The little fox, enjoying Chen Zhiyu’s grooming, looked regretful—he had hoped to sneak the strange fish into Changping Pet Park and teach that vulgar creature a lesson.

But even free, no one wanted it.

At that moment, a strange wish popped up on An Sheng’s wish list.

【.——Chen Nian, originally sitting in a strip club watching a foreign girl shake her ass, suddenly heard Old Black whisper: “Sir, don’t mess with foreign girls—even if you must, avoid the front. They really will hold the emperor hostage.”】

【Wish fulfilled: The shit-stirrer (once they get pregnant, they’ll demand alimony, move into your villa, drink your whiskey, grab your son’s balls, and shit on your sofa).】

An Sheng: “???”

This wish came from Chen Nian. No—Chen Nian wasn’t making a wish at all.

He was, in utter disbelief, silently muttering to Mazu and Master Fuli in his heart, venting about his experiences.

Under Chen Nian’s explicit mention, An Sheng’s wish list displayed his venting.

“Holy shit! How old are you?! You’re watching foreign girls shake their asses in a bar?!”

“You call on Mazu and Master Fuli when trouble hits, but you never record videos when you’re enjoying yourself, right?”

After a long pause.

An Sheng, savoring the professional grooming, curled up on Chen Zhiyu’s lap and fell asleep; the artificial waterfall from the hydroelectric station effectively banished the summer heat.

Chen Zhiyu pulled out her phone, turned off the flash, and took a few photos of the sleeping fox with its tongue out. She posted them to her Moments, then sent them to Yu Xueqing.

Yu Xueqing, who had been selecting ingredients, saw the WeChat message and sent several drooling emoji.

Yu Xueqing: 【Sis, where are you? We’ve picked all the ingredients. We’re coming over soon.】

Chen Zhiyu: 【Turn right out the gate, follow the path straight to the parking lot—you’ll see us.】

After a while.

Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing stepped out together; Yu Xueqing’s cheeks still bore traces of shock and envy—the ingredients and prices in the ecological park restaurant’s storage room had left her astounded.

“How was it?”

Chen Zhiyu gently picked up the little fox and smiled at Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing.

“Other than the prices—which I can’t comprehend—everything else is fine.” Yu Xueqing grumbled.

“If you understood the prices, that’d be the real miracle. Let’s go eat back at the pet park.” Chen Zhiyu said.

The ecological park restaurant in Jiule City, in a sense, was not only a venue for wealthy merchants’ business banquets, but also another economic growth hub for Jiule City—a gathering place for the rich, besides tea.

HiFi speaker industry.

The ecological park restaurant’s main consumer base consisted of HiFi experts and wealthy patrons who hired them to tune and advise on sound systems.

Besides the restaurant, the most important building was a sound-testing hall built to the highest standard.

Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing followed Chen Zhiyu into the pet park.

Yu Xueqing, prepared, smiled and pulled out the tea leaves from her backpack, ready to brew some.

At the campsite, she saw the viewing platform under renovation, and also Qiu Lingling, and Song Lang still trying to ride his own sheep.

But—

As Yu Xueqing sat down at the campsite, ready to pet the animals and introduce tea to her livestream audience—

A system message instantly popped up on the livestream chat.

【Ding! Please follow livestream guidelines: Do not display or use any adult products (e.g., silicone dolls) or vulgar items as props.】

【Violation penalty: 12-hour ban.】

“???”

Yu Xueqing leaned closer to her phone, saw the reason for the penalty, and slowly typed a question mark.

Then she turned her head toward Mo Yiqing, who sat on a chair yawning and stretching, revealing her sexy wasp waist and navel.

“Wuwwww—”

“MoMo! You stretched once and got my livestream banned!” Yu Xueqing shoved her phone screen toward Mo Yiqing, who stared back, bewildered and dazed.

“This—”

“Is this some kind of insult? Who the hell are you calling Fiji Cup?!”

………

“Woof woof woof—”

The campsite’s affairs had nothing to do with the animals. Tu Song Abai walked up to the little fox and barked twice.

Brother, don’t sleep—still up for tonight?

I still have questions about Da Fei’s drifts, gas station robberies, and American-style stop-and-search.

(End of chapter)