Chapter 178: The Fox Master Says It

【Wish fulfilled: Pay me 500, 00 knives (Chen Nian, feared for his exceptional abilities, was drawn into a gangster power struggle. He realized he had become a scapegoat and secretly swore to Mazu and the Fox Master: whoever helps him through this crisis, when he returns to the world, he will be heaven's first, and the one who helped him will be heaven's second! 】

"Holy shit! I'm literally speechless!"

"You guy, when you were staring at that big ass in the bar, you didn't remember the Fox Master—but now you're stuck in jail and suddenly remember me?"

Seeing the wish on the list, An Sheng's joyful expression froze, his lips twitching slightly.

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

He earned money quickly and spent lavishly, constantly visiting high-end venues, unintentionally attracting some gang members who began following him, gradually forming a small group with a battlefield medic.

But due to infighting within the gang, his boss framed him for tax evasion and threw him in jail.

"You ignored An's presence when you had that big ass—now you're finally getting your comeuppance?" An Sheng remarked sarcastically.

That guy Chen Nian probably never suffered such a huge loss in his entire life.

Regarding Chen Nian, during the time he rose to RPG emperor, An Sheng had inquired about his family back in the village.

His father had made money by leasing tea fields early on; after the lease expired, he invested his multi-million cash into tea-related infrastructure in Zhangxizhen and now simply waits for dividends each year.

His mother was some head nurse or chief nursing officer, reportedly with wide connections.

Chen Nian wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

But he was comfortably well-off, never having suffered a setback in his life—his only real loss was probably when he waved his hands for likes and still got no traffic.

That time someone falsely accused him of sneaking photos doesn't count—he smashed their face so badly it swelled, and those suck-ups were dragged down and rubbed into the ground.

He got suspended for it, turning what was already a slacker into an American expat.

"Since you've eaten eggs cooked by your mom, the Fox Master will lend you a hand—but whether you get out, I can't guarantee."

An Sheng shook his head; Chen Nian was in America, and his family's connections and money had zero influence over there.

Better ask Lin Ying for help—get a good lawyer to push for Chen Nian's deportation!

Deportation for illegal smuggling and jail time is still better than being turned into a crispy soufflé in America.

"Xiao An! Look over here at the camera!"

As An Sheng was lost in thought about Chen Nian, Yu Xueqing, sitting at the tea stall, called out to him:

"Say hello to the uncles and aunts in the livestream! Today, we're taking our viewers along to watch the tea competition."

"Mmm!"

An Sheng glanced into the livestream—Yu Xueqing's account, after this period of operation, had gathered roughly three thousand followers, and since today was the weekend, about a hundred people were watching.

An Sheng shifted his position, crouched on the table, scanned the surface, then froze and asked Yu Xueqing: "Where's the tea? Where are our tea leaves?"

On the tea stall table, besides the tea set, there was no trace of any tea leaves.

An Sheng looked at Yu Xueqing, utterly baffled, as she held her phone live-streaming.

"Master, master~ We're hunting, right? Foxie didn't see any bait! Are you planning to rip open the prey's skull with your bare hands?"

The fox's puzzled mewl transformed into a questioning thought that slipped into Yu Xueqing's mind.

"The tea leaves are with Dad, but today we're not livestreaming about tea."

Yu Xueqing frowned slightly, glanced at Mo Yiqing beside her, and said with a hint of defiance:

"Mo Mo says selling tea will starve us—better to switch to pet streaming while our follower count is still low."

"She says, since we're selling stuff either way, we might as well stream something more interesting to attract more attention—and that'll increase the chance of selling tea."

Focusing on tea culture might draw a niche audience.

But tea culture is inherently a minor interest on platforms targeting young people.

You talk so much—then let me ask you:

Is your tea more enjoyable to drink, or my three-yuan bottle of iced black tea?

Especially after seeing Yu Xueqing's pay stub, Mo Yiqing advised her to switch lanes.

Forget vertical categories—your viewers who actually spend and tip only show up when the little fox appears. And as a pet streamer, you have a natural advantage and talent.

Seriously, don't do tea culture livestreams—go sit next to the fishermen and use your ability to talk to animals to summon a whole school of fish and humiliate them.

I swear on my chest—it'll go viral!

Mo Yiqing urged Yu Xueqing to try it and offered to tip her to boost her popularity.

Yu Xueqing was somewhat persuaded.

She was never one to sit still—sitting primly at the tea table every day was suffocating; if left to choose, she'd rather play on the mountains or by the pond.

"So we're switching to… fox ass sales?"

An Sheng stared blankly at Yu Xueqing, then thought deeply: "If we're selling fox ass, we're close friends, sure—but we need to renegotiate the salary split!"

"After all—hey, hey, hey?"

An Sheng was still joking seriously when Yu Xueqing suddenly picked him up.

She placed him on her shoulder and signaled the fox to step onto her shoulder bag.

Yu Xueqing ate three bowls of rice, and though she had no other standout traits, her strength could leave An Sheng stunned.

Carrying a fourteen-pound fox on one shoulder was nothing to Yu Xueqing.

"Go try it! I'll watch the tea stall for you!" Mo Yiqing called out with a smile.

"Mm!"

Yu Xueqing nodded firmly, and before leaving, gave her best friend a gentle hug, feeling a touch of emotion.

Although she hadn't lived on campus in high school,

Yu Xueqing had heard all sorts of bizarre stories from dorm students—even one who brought her boyfriend back and threw a sex party right in the dorm.

For college, Yu Xueqing didn't have high expectations for her roommate—just hoped to meet someone normal.

After three years together,

time had proven her roommates weren't just normal—they were all kind-hearted people.

The wealthy, generous Mo Mo.

The affectionate, playful Ling Ren.

Tang You, the cyber warfare Tian Kehan.

"Xiao An! Try this!" Freed from the tea master's poise, Yu Xueqing wandered the venue, rushing over to anything that caught her interest.

Yu Xueqing picked up a disposable spoon from the tea stall, took a small sip of their Tieguanyin, and tasted it.

After tasting, she naturally blew on it and handed it to An Sheng.

"Pfft—"

An Sheng took a sip and immediately spat it out, pouting: "Ugh! Burned too hard and sold straight out—tastes like wood ash and lye!"

"Our Fox Master doesn't like it!"

Yu Xueqing rubbed against the little fox, grinning, and declared confidently to the livestream viewers:

(End of chapter)