[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent":3,"chapter-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-155":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fox Has No Malicious Intent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2340608,4575,"Chapter 155: Are You Really That Kind of Con Artist Targeting Rich Widows?","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-155",155,"\u003Cp>“Shade-drying, cool-drying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen was gone for an hour, not returning until nearly nine at night; by then, An Sheng had already processed nearly thirty jin of tea leaves, leaving only the final step: spreading them on bamboo trays and placing them in the constant-temperature, constant-humidity room for cool-drying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tea processing involves chemistry, and some unorthodox methods even touch nuclear physics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the village-level competition, no one goes that far—An Sheng followed the procedures strictly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d checked the research papers earlier because he’d forgotten the exact temperature and humidity settings for the constant-temperature room, and the detailed moisture content data for cool-drying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With tea leaves this tender, like Yu Xueqing’s, he wouldn’t have bought them in his past life—he had zero experience handling them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man’s life is still a life; if he skimped on low-quality tea leaves, the tea-roasting old man would strangle An Sheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew. Finally done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng handled spreading the tea leaves; Old Chen carried them all to the tea racks inside the constant-temperature room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen wiped sweat from his forehead and instinctively glanced at Master Fuli. He’d intended to give advice about cool-drying and withering, but after thinking it over, he swallowed his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our Zhangxizhen’s Three-Tailed Master Fuli—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can wield a pistol on the mountain, and surf the internet from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen suspected Master Fuli had taken the graduate entrance exam; he just had no solid proof yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng didn’t hesitate—he ran to the control room and adjusted the temperature and humidity of the constant-temperature room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over thirty jin of tea leaves had now completed all harvesting procedures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go! Let’s eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shade-drying usually takes ten to twenty hours; An Sheng had no patience to wait around. The little fox waved to Old Chen, signaling they should head out for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen understood Master Fuli’s meaning and followed him back to the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Fuli?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong, who had been waiting at Old Chen’s house, saw the little fox sitting in the electric scooter’s basket and rushed forward in utter shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Fuli! How could you sit in the basket? Didn’t the basket dig into your little feet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong defied heaven and earth—but he bowed to Master Fuli, who understood tea plantations and livestreaming to attract customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Master Fuli in the basket, Yu Zhenghong panicked and hurriedly helped him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dig into my feet? There’s padding under the basket,” Old Chen muttered dryly. “By the way, is dinner ready? We’re starving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big fish, big meat, fine liquor—all there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong spoke with full confidence, inviting Old Chen home to enjoy his home-cooked feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over dinner, Yu Zhenghong and Old Chen talked about the tea competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tea competition was no different from before: villages from the county battled it out, ranking first through fifth; the top three advanced to the four-county grand battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city-level, provincial-level, and Two Gorges competitions are held in September, October, and November respectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year’s county-level village competition arena is right here in Zhangxizhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During dinner, Yu Zhenghong naturally poured Old Chen a drink, but Old Chen waved it off, slipped mysteriously into his bedroom, and quietly pulled out several cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng and Yu Zhenghong stared, puzzled, at Old Chen, who looked like a thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, when we pay, say it’s your treat,” Old Chen glanced toward his wife’s room, then shoved the cards into Yu Zhenghong’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t misunderstand—these are all things I found while sweeping the floor at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he said this, Old Chen couldn’t help but sound slightly resigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never accepted red envelopes, never sought political achievements or favors—he just wanted a comfortable retirement, then travel the Dajiangnanbei with his wife for a few years before returning to raise his grandchildren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the villagers who’d left Zhangxizhen long ago had too much influence; those who owed him fengshui favors, and their younger relatives, kept coming to him, calling him “old leader,” “old chief,” until he was practically numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leader? He’d just been a common soldier in the army for a few years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time those people visited, strange things would mysteriously appear in his house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, a whole crowd would come, and Old Chen didn’t even know who left what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d call to ask—and everyone claimed ignorance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are these things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong pulled out the cards; An Sheng leaned in and saw the bold characters: 【Hailinglong VIP Card】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong stared at Old Chen in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen instinctively glanced sideways at Master Fuli, who’d earlier said he wanted a foot massage, then back at Yu Zhenghong, who was staring at him in disbelief. Old Chen spoke gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We each pay our own share, but use this discount card to settle the bill—Master Fuli’s expenses are on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli wanting a foot massage and back rub seemed perfectly normal to Old Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t go out to entertainment spots every day?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Master Fuli, going there is probably like coming home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong stared blankly, then took the keys and drove Old Chen and Master Fuli to the club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief, is Hailinglong legit? You’ve watched Peipei grow up—you know what position she held in the militia after her military service.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the gilded facade, the glittering neon sign, the hostesses’ qipaos with slits nearly reaching their necks, Yu Zhenghong hesitated and asked Old Chen: “I can’t handle a mortar shell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know if it’s legitimate or not—but your mindset is definitely not legitimate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether it’s legit or not has nothing to do with us—we just go to the legitimate areas,” Old Chen snapped at Yu Zhenghong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do they serve foxes here?” An Sheng stared at the familiar entrance and sighed: “Too bad I didn’t bring my old card—if I had, my old company-paid entertainment card would’ve made me an SVIP here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Hailinglong did serve foxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People paid one price; foxes paid the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng knew the place better than the hostesses—he murmured softly, guiding Old Chen toward the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First floor: dining and drinking; second floor: private karaoke; third floor: foot baths and soaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth floor: mahjong; fifth floor: massage—but An Sheng had never been to the fifth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he didn’t want to—he just couldn’t bring business clients there, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finance and marketing would hang him from the company ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevator reached the third floor; the elevator doors opposite opened to the stairs leading to the fourth and fifth floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng saw the people inside and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Pengfei, who’d once claimed to be the first in Chancheng at romance and offered to be Mo Yiqing’s dog, was right there in the elevator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yin Pengfei didn’t seem to notice An Sheng, accompanied by two middle-aged men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was on the phone, wearing a bathrobe, striding confidently across the carpet toward the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mom! You know Mo Yiqing’s family runs a chemical plant—they’ve got mountains of gold!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s seen every kind of glittering world; someone like Mo Yiqing, a top-tier rich beauty, needs patience and perseverance to win over—I’ve barely started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget that for now—transfer two hundred thousand to my bank card. I’m reserving a whole restaurant tomorrow to create a romantic encounter for Qingqing.” Yin Pengfei spoke with full confidence, yet never slowed his pace as he walked toward the foot bath parlor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stared at Yin Pengfei, his ears filled with every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom! Dating budget running low! Send money now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1252,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","110e1369ecfad9d810b7959a34ea6357267698326b43e0f5c0d4d77be0cf3543","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-156","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-154",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]