Chapter 117: Black Street [Request Subscription]

"Isn't that the truth? That brat used to spend all day stealing chickens and dodging responsibilities, constantly holding up his phone to film himself dancing."

"He didn't make a single penny, and got accused of peeping so badly that the Public Security Bureau got involved—really tough luck," Chen Nian's mother sighed, speaking of his past.

Chen Nian’s family background was decent—his mother worked at the hospital, and though his father was just over forty, he had already retired and spent every day fishing.

Though their financial situation was fine, Chen Nian simply hated studying; the moment he saw a book, he got sleepy, his grades always hovered at the bottom, and his mind was never on academics—he spent his days slacking off, filming videos.

In the end, he made no money, and because he kept holding up his phone in public, people suspected him of peeping. He then fought one against three, slapped their faces swollen, and pounded two sycophants into the ground, dragging the whole mess to the Public Security Bureau for mediation.

He kept muttering something like, "You can doubt my character and credibility, but you absolutely cannot doubt my taste—or my younger brother’s standards."

After that incident, Chen Nian was suspended; his homeroom teacher told him to go home and lie low for half a year to reflect.

After six months of staying home, Chen Nian finally realized—he simply wasn’t cut out for studying, and filming videos didn’t make money either.

When a man is poor, his mindset tends to change.

"This homeroom teacher is utterly wicked!" the little fox exclaimed in amazement.

As An Sheng thought about it, he glanced at Chen Nian’s entry on the Wish List to check for updates.

【WTF? You’re a licensed American doctor who came over here to do a striptease? Did you get drunk before even drinking? What? You’ve got over $900,000 in compounded student loans from your combined bachelor’s and master’s? Your after-tax salary is $40,000 a year? Rent is $2,000 a month?—Chen Nian sat cross-legged in a booth, one hand gripping a foreign girl’s ass, proudly declaring through Old Black as translator that tonight he’d collect the debt from the Empress Dowager. Moments later, Second Brother fell silent, and Old Black was left speechless.】

【Wish fulfilled: XX Tightening Surgery (a foreign doctor who couldn’t even hold his own shit—clearly unsuitable as a gang battlefield medic)】

After reading the Wish List, An Sheng looked at Chen Nian’s mother by the front door, offering a polite but awkward smile, silently grumbling inside:

"Auntie, rest assured! Your RPG emperor over there hasn’t been causing trouble—he still remembers his roots even while hitting bars and grabbing foreign asses, and even recruited a doctor for the gang!"

"Where’s cheap tightening surgery? I might need to refer Chen Nian to one later."

The little fox’s forehead was covered in black lines; for a moment, she truly didn’t know what to say.

Just grab the foreign girl’s ass and be done with it—what happened to collecting the Empress Dowager’s old debt?

In a blink, you turned a licensed foreign female doctor into the gang’s battlefield medic.

She was already worse off than a prostitute, and now you’re tricking her into walking through fire and steel?

Why don’t you come back? I’ll have Yu Xueqing hire you as a livestream assistant—we won’t touch those things, okay?

………

The little fox’s forehead was covered in black lines; Yu Xueqing also accepted the red eggs from Chen Nian’s mother.

In Xia Dong’s customs, when a household has good fortune, evil spirits are said to peek in.

Red eggs symbolize warding off evil; giving them to neighbors is both a blessing and a way to dispel evil, sharing the family’s joy and driving away surrounding malevolence.

Soon after Chen Nian went abroad, his boss took notice and gave him a small apartment.

Though the price probably wasn’t high, it at least proved that their troublesome son wasn’t completely useless—a lazy street bum.

This matter was definitely worth announcing widely in Chen Nian’s village.

"Working as a salesperson in America? Isn’t a Double Flower Red Stick just another kind of salesperson?"

"While regular salespeople lure customers with promises, Chen Nian’s Double Flower Red Stick approach is hardcore sales."

Yu Xueqing peeled a red egg and gave it to the little fox. An Sheng ate Chen Nian’s red egg, silently grumbling about Chen Nian’s self-proclaimed profession, muttering in amazement.

"Ying ying ying!"

After eating the red egg, An Sheng let out a soft "ying" to Yu Xueqing, then prepared to leave.

An Sheng stepped outside, glanced toward Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao’s house, confirmed they weren’t watching, then picked up a small stone and threw it at their window.

Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao were startled, rushing out immediately to check.

Taking advantage of their moment outside, An Sheng slipped inside and snatched Su Qiyuan’s lighter.

"Forcing foxes to read books is bad! Stealing the lighter stops you from smoking and secondhand smoke—foxes are good!"

An Sheng let out a light sigh, clutching the plastic bag and Su Qiyuan’s hemorrhoid suppository as he vanished into the night.

The little fox strolled toward Old Chen’s house, planning to ask for a small iron pot.

But when An Sheng arrived at Old Chen’s, there was no light on—no one was home.

"Where did he go at nine at night?" An Sheng glanced around Old Chen’s door for a moment, saw nothing, and dropped a dozen lighters and hemorrhoid suppositories before sneaking off to Lin Ying’s house.

He’d originally felt a bit guilty about bothering Lin Ying every day.

Now that Old Chen was gone, and he had no driver’s license or money for a Didi, he had no choice but to trouble Lin Ying again.

An Sheng sighed deeply, found Lin Ying working from home, and typed out his request.

【Sorry to trouble you again】

"It’s fine—I’ve been having insomnia too," Lin Ying said softly, shaking her head. "Actually, I’m far more interested in the Fox Elder’s experiences."

"All these bizarre, absurd events are clearly much more interesting than the work I’m handling right now."

"But in two days, I’ll be traveling for three or five days—I’ll give you a phone number. If you need to go anywhere, just call her."

"Lin Shu is honest, quiet, and doesn’t like to chatter online."

【We’ll see later! I’m gonna nap.】The little fox curled up on Lin Ying’s lap, stretching lazily.

In terms of comfort on a lap, An Sheng ranked them in his mind.

Lin Ying came first, Yu Xueqing second, and Mo Yiqing’s seemingly beautiful long legs were just a bit too thin for An Sheng’s taste.

An Sheng dozed off briefly; at ten p.m., after eating late-night snacks at Lin Ying’s, the business van drove toward the dock’s seafood wholesale market.

Before leaving, Lin Ying took off her fitness tracker and fastened it around the little fox’s neck.

"The mall will be closed if we go out too late. The tracker has dual-mode GPS, Fox Elder—now you can shop freely. When you’re tired, press the side button, and I’ll come pick you up."

Lin Ying told the little fox.

"Ying ying!"

An Sheng thought for a moment, stood upright, patted Lin Ying’s head, then turned and entered the seafood market.

Moments later.

On the dark street.

A giant white wolf, leading a pack of dogs, leapt down from the first-floor platform of the seafood market.

Both the wolf and the dogs remained utterly silent.

Only after running two kilometers, far beyond the seafood market, did they finally howl and roar.

Lin Ying froze the moment she saw the white wolf.

In the city… someone keeps a wolf?!

. Having a cold and dizziness is bad enough.

This cold is weird—it targets the lower body.

Almost blew up the toilet.

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(End of Chapter)