Chapter 130: Can a Fox

"Huh? Are you live-streaming?"

The little fox, having received tips, was intensely kissing the big spender Mo Yiqing, while beside him, Yin Pengfei's eyes lit up as he quickly typed "Secrets to Gaining Followers on Live Streams" on Baidu and Zhihu.

Yin Pengfei leaned closer with confidence, placed his phone on the table, and addressed Yu Xueqing:

"I have a brother who does this line of work—he handles account operations. If you want to gain followers on live streams, it's actually simple: first, your videos must be highly focused; second, the first twenty minutes of your stream are critical."

"Huh?"

Yu Xueqing tore her gaze slightly from the live chat screen and looked at Yin Pengfei.

"Whether it's live streaming or making videos, by now, it all boils down to monetization."

"In plain terms, it's just a business," Yin Pengfei said with a solemn expression. "To gain followers, you must invest—but how do you invest for the highest return?"

Hearing the word "invest," Yu Xueqing quietly lowered her head again.

Her father was injured on the job; her mother was unemployed; their entire savings had been poured into the tea plantation.

Currently, Yu Xueqing's family finances were such that they kept thirty thousand yuan as operating capital for the tea farm, while all other living expenses depended entirely on the farm's sales.

Investing in the tea plantation did bring profit.

But it required time—and if not for their tight finances, Yu Zhenghong wouldn't have humbled himself to livestream tea sales on Yinfu Platform and spent months dealing with Gao Feng and his bunch of scoundrels.

Yin Pengfei was right: today, most livestreams and videos are fundamentally about gaining followers, and gaining followers is ultimately about monetization.

But to Yu Xueqing, Yin Pengfei's words carried a fair amount of empty talk.

"????"

Seeing Mo Yiqing's sister retract her head again, Yin Pengfei was utterly baffled—he had no idea what he'd said wrong. His words were precisely the highest-upvoted business analysis on Zhihu.

But Yin Pengfei wasn't embarrassed; he cleared his throat twice and said, "By the way—are you a pet influencer?"

"No, I sell tea," Yu Xueqing replied politely. "Today was just an accident."

"Tea? I'm an expert in this. Back when I was studying abroad in Yingguo…" Yin Pengfei seized the opening immediately.

Mo Yiqing was an icy mountain—impossible to breach directly. The only way was to attack elsewhere to relieve the pressure.

Mo Yiqing's sisters and close friends all fell within Yin Pengfei's range of flattery and fawning.

Except—

Yin Pengfei's words made An Sheng, the little fox mimicking a corgi's wiggling butt in the live stream, roll his eyes.

"How dare an Yingguo guy talk about tea culture? Those sugary vegetable soups? Save them for the Indians—dogs would shake their heads at the stuff."

If we're just talking about tea, yes, foreign countries do have quality tea leaves—otherwise, where would Xia's tea go?

But when it comes to foreign tea culture, An Sheng and several tea merchants all looked down their noses.

They stole and stole tea seedlings, kidnapped tea masters, then turned around and claimed Xia's tea killed people, and only their own tea was good.

How could those advanced industrial nations, which had zero environmental awareness when they first developed, grow quality tea on land they'd polluted? Purely flavored chemical tea!

Using foreign tea culture to point fingers at Xia's natives—

It was outright heresy.

"Too much," An Sheng stopped wagging his tail and nudged Yu Xueqing. "Qing, did you hear that hellish joke he just told? He was talking about afternoon tea culture—the one born during the peak of colonialism."

"That kind of sugary vegetable soup—pouring sugar into tea scraps to give laborers energy because they weren't even fed proper meals."

The little fox's critique was too complex for Yu Xueqing's machine translation to catch; otherwise, the three of them would've been stunned into sending the fox straight to university for advanced study.

"Ying~ Master, Master, this new two-legged fox doesn't seem pure—he's got a dog's tail."

Yu Xueqing nodded in deep agreement.

Though she didn't understand tea well, as someone who farmed, she knew some of Yin Pengfei's claims were wrong.

No matter how mystical tea is made out to be, at its core, it's still about farming and processing.

Without good soil, how can you grow vegetables?

As far as Yu Xueqing knew, some local farmers who leased tea plantations overseas deliberately avoided industrialized nations and chose less developed countries to grow black tea for export and tea factories.

Otherwise, the agricultural inspections would never pass.

The tea Yin Pengfei described would never pass agricultural inspection in Xia.

Yu Xueqing knew this, but she didn't say anything—she could tell Yin Pengfei was like a peacock; all his preening was just to attract Mo Yiqing.

Yet Mo Yiqing kept tugging the fox's hind leg and big tail, never even glancing at Yin Pengfei.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding."

As Yin Pengfei was enthusiastically explaining his expertise, his phone rang, interrupting him. He paused, hesitated, then picked it up.

Seeing it was a local call from Xiadong, he sighed in relief and answered: "Hello?"

"Boss! I'm from Tongcheng Express. I'm three kilometers away, but there's a special situation—a zoo transport truck overturned."

"Two tigers, a lion pride, three big golden leopards escaped. So I'm calling to consult you."

"Can't deliver?" Yin Pengfei blinked, about to say, "No problem, bring it tonight."

"I can deliver, but you need to add three hundred, or I'll bring it tomorrow morning," said the delivery guy calmly from inside the truck.

"Given the current danger, I'm not risking my life to deliver some sex toys. But if the boss is willing to pay extra, I'll take the chance."

The delivery items—a muzzle, a thick rigid silicone rod, and a stainless steel syringe designed for sows—clearly looked like the kind of gear only a horny pervert would buy.

Coincidentally, a traffic accident had just occurred: a zoo truck had crashed into a guardrail, causing the animals to escape.

If he didn't squeeze some money from this pervert, the single delivery guy felt he'd be betraying Mazu.

Damn it! Delivering sex toys to a horny pervert? It's just so damn creepy!

"Fine. I'll add five hundred. Take a non-Japanese vehicle to deliver. Watch your safety."

Yin Pengfei hung up immediately, not taking the delivery guy's warning seriously—those zoo animals, lacking wild instincts, could they even pierce steel plates?

"Ah!?! Xiao An, stop wiggling your butt! My livestream got banned for twelve hours for suspected pornography!"

While Yin Pengfei was on the phone, Yu Xueqing glanced at her own livestream and saw a system notice for content review, along with viewers' "666" comments flooding the chat.

The livestream camera had been fixed entirely on the fox.

Mo Yiqing, Qiu Lingling, and Yu Xueqing themselves never appeared on camera—only their arms occasionally reached in to feed the fox.

Yet the stream was still banned.

According to the system notice, the ban was due to the host performing a "butt-shaking dance."

"Ying???"

Hearing Yu Xueqing's cry, An Sheng froze, dumbfounded—could a fox's side-eroticism count as eroticism?

Dude, I'm a male fox!

Who the hell gets aroused by a male fox?!

If you're going to talk like this, I'm going to take this up with Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao—and have a chat with your AI moderators!

(End of Chapter)