Chapter 178: If Master Fox says it's good, then it's good!

【Wish fulfilled: Venmo me 500,000 dollars (Chen Nian, who was feared because of his overly outstanding ability, got involved in the power transition of the gang's top brass. He has realized that he has become a scapegoat. Chen Nian secretly swore to Mazu and Master Fuli that whoever can help him get through this difficulty, when he returns to the world, he will be the boss, and the person who helped him will be the second boss!)】

"Good guy! I'm directly a good guy!"

"You guy, when you were looking at people's big foreign butts in the bar earlier, you couldn't remember Master Fuli, and now that you're trapped in prison, you remember me?"

Seeing the wish in the wish list clearly, the joy on An Sheng's cheeks froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

From the details of the wish list, one could roughly see Chen Nian's recent situation.

Because he made money quickly and threw money around, entering and leaving various high-end places every day, he unconsciously attracted some gang members to follow him, and it seemed he had gradually built a small group with a battlefield doctor.

But because of the gang's power struggle, he was framed by his own boss for tax evasion and thrown into prison.

"You didn't greet An Mou when there were big foreign butts, and now you're in a tight spot, aren't you?" An Sheng complained.

That guy Chen Nian... I'm afraid he hasn't suffered such a big loss since he was a child, right?

Regarding Chen Nian, during the time he was promoted to RPG Emperor, An Sheng had inquired about his family in the village.

His father contracted tea fields in his early years and made money. When the tea field lease expired, he took millions in cash and invested in the supporting facilities related to the tea fields in Zhangxizhen. Now he basically waits for dividends every year.

His mother seems to be a head nurse or some chief nurse, and it is said that her network of contacts is quite wide.

Although Chen Nian is not considered born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

But he is definitely better than those below and worse than those above. He has never suffered a loss since he was a child. The only time he suffered a loss was probably when he was doing the "flower hand" dance, and even throwing money at it didn't get him traffic.

Hmm... that time he was slandered for stealing photos doesn't count. Chen Nian beat the other party's face until it was swollen, and those few sycophants were pressed to the ground and rubbed frantically.

He was also suspended from school for that incident, which led to him becoming a "drifter in America" as a poor student.

"Considering the eggs your mother cooked for me, Master Fuli will build a bridge for you. Whether you can get out, An Mou cannot guarantee..."

An Sheng shook his head. Chen Nian is in America, and his family's connections and money are of no use at all and cannot affect America.

It's better to let Lin Ying help and hire a good lawyer to strive for Chen Nian's repatriation!

Being repatriated for illegal smuggling and going to jail is better than staying in America and being stuffed into a crispy cream puff.

"Xiao An! Look at the camera here."

Just as An Sheng was pondering Chen Nian's affairs, Yu Xueqing, sitting in front of the tea stall, called out to An Sheng:

"Say hello to the uncles and aunts in the live broadcast room! Today, we are taking the uncles and aunts in the live broadcast room to visit the Tea Competition together."

"Ying!"

An Sheng looked into the live broadcast room. Aqing's account had gained about 3,000 followers after this period of operation. Because today happened to be the weekend, there were also about a hundred people watching the live broadcast.

An Sheng adjusted his position, squatted on the tabletop, scanned the table, and then, An Sheng's expression froze. He looked at Aqing and said: "Where is the tea? Where is our tea?"

On the tea stall table, except for the tea set, there was nothing related to tea leaves.

An Sheng couldn't help but look confused at Aqing, who was holding her phone and live-streaming.

'Master, Master~ aren't we hunting? Fox Fox doesn't see any bait for hunting! Could it be... Master is planning to lift the prey's skull with bare hands?'

The little fox's confused yelp transformed into a questioning sentence and drilled into Yu Xueqing's mind.

"The tea leaves are with Dad, but we are not live-streaming about tea today."

Yu Xueqing was a little unhappy. She glanced at Mo Yiqing beside her and said with some unwillingness:

"Mo Mo said that if we sell tea, we will starve to death. It's better to take advantage of the small number of followers and transform into a cute pet streamer."

"She also said that since we are bringing goods anyway, it's better to live-stream some interesting things to attract more attention, and the probability of selling tea leaves will be higher."

Focusing on the vertical classification of tea culture, although it can attract a group of tourist fans who care about this aspect.

But tea culture is inherently a niche thing on platforms that focus on young people.

You say so much, then let me ask you.

Is your tea refreshing to drink, or is my three-yuan-a-bottle iced black tea refreshing to drink?

Especially after seeing Aqing's pay stub, Mo Yiqing suggested that Aqing try to change tracks.

Regardless of whether it's a vertical category or not, those in your live broadcast room who are willing to tip and consume are basically concentrated when the little fox appears. Moreover, as a pet blogger, you also have unique advantages and talents.

Really, don't go into tea culture live-streaming. You run next to the fishing enthusiasts, use your ability to communicate with small animals to summon a group of big fish, and frantically humiliate the fishing enthusiasts.

I guarantee with my chest, it will definitely be popular!

Mo Yiqing suggested that Aqing try it, and she was willing to help tip to create heat for Aqing.

Aqing was somewhat moved.

She was inherently a person who couldn't sit still. Sitting dignifiedly at the tea table every day was very suffocating. If Aqing had to choose for herself, she would actually prefer to play on the mountain or by the pond.

"Are we transforming... to selling the fox's butt?"

An Sheng looked at Aqing with a dazed face, and then said with a thoughtful face: "If we are selling the fox's butt, we are familiar, but regarding the distribution of wages, I feel we need to renegotiate!"

"After all... hey hey hey?"

An Sheng's serious teasing hadn't even finished before he was picked up by Aqing.

Aqing placed An Sheng on her shoulder and signaled the little fox to step on her shoulder bag with its hind feet.

Yu Xueqing eats three bowls of rice in one meal. She might not have anything outstanding in other aspects, but her strength could make An Sheng dumbfounded.

Carrying a fourteen-jin little fox on one shoulder was not a big deal for Yu Xueqing.

"Go try it! I'll watch the tea stall for you!" Mo Yiqing smiled and greeted Aqing.

"Hmm!"

Aqing nodded heavily. Before leaving, she hugged her good sister gently, feeling a little emotional.

Although she didn't live on campus in high school.

But Aqing had heard of various bizarre things among boarding students, and there were even people who brought their boyfriends back to the dormitory to hold orgies in public.

When Aqing was in college, she didn't actually have any requirements for her roommates, just hoping to meet some normal people.

After three years of getting along.

Time had proven that her roommates were not only normal people, but also kind-hearted good people.

The wealthy, generous, and kind-hearted Mo Mo.

The spirit person who likes to stick close and tease.

Tang You, the Cyber Gunfight Tiankehan.

"Xiao An! Look at the camera!" Having shaken off the dignified tea artist, Yu Xueqing strolled around the venue, and whenever she saw something interesting, she would go straight up to it.

Aqing took a disposable spoon from the tea stall, took a gentle sip of the Tieguanyin they were selling, and tasted it.

After tasting it, Aqing naturally blew it cool and handed it to An Sheng to taste.

"Pfft—"

An Sheng tasted it once, stuck out his tongue directly, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Pfft! It was put out for sale without removing the fire from the roasting; damn, it tastes like grass and wood ash and alkali!"

"Our Master Fox doesn't like it!"

Aqing rubbed against the little fox, full of joy, looked at the audience in the live broadcast room, and said with a determined face.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 179 =====