Chapter 255: Fuli Master

It was past one o'clock.

The elite men and women who had surrounded He Ying now regained their original composure and confidence, waiting quietly.

Among these men and women were executives from relevant enterprises or companies, as well as leaders from local businesses with no connection to the matter. Some came to showcase their corporate culture and strength; others merely came to get familiar faces.

Lin Holdings' headquarters are in Xia Dong, but its investment division casts its gaze nationwide—not just confined to Xia Dong. Yet the investment department under Lin Ying never pursues controlling stakes.

Most companies are merely injected with capital in exchange for shares or related technologies.

No overly harsh conditions, no suicide-inducing wager agreements.

In investment circles, who doesn't know Lin's kindness?

But those who truly know the inside story find it astonishing when someone takes the money and runs.

Heroes need not ask origins. You invest in me, I oversee you—I won't ask where your payment comes from.

"Welcome, Young Master Lin, to inspect us."

The crowd, previously anxiously waiting, turned instantly as a figure emerged from the VIP passage, cradling a white fox. They surged toward it, clustering around, eager to pop open bottles of white liquor on the spot to demonstrate their loyalty and submission.

They'd tear out their hearts to prove their loyalty to Young Master Lin.

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He Ying watched the whole scene in stunned silence, glancing at the business card in her hand, silently whistling in her mind: "I thought I was good at sucking up, but turns out there's always someone better. Look at you all—almost shouting 'Young Master Lin is number one!' and dancing with your asses in the airport, trying to grab money."

While Lin Ying was dealing with the crowd, Lin Bingyun had already stepped out and approached He Ying.

"Hello, are you Guide He from the travel agency?" Lin Bingyun stood before He Ying.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" He Ying extended her hand to shake Lin Bingyun's and asked.

"I am Young Master Lin's steward. We'll handle all travel arrangements. Young Master Lin may need a bit more time to finish speaking with them," Lin Bingyun smiled at He Ying, glancing at the eager crowd.

Their purpose was simple: invite Lin Ying to tour their company projects and describe their prospects and development along the way.

Sometimes, you'd see hundreds of people doing nothing but accompanying just three or five.

Leaders, executives, recorders, relevant staff, and opportunistic suppliers all crowded together, specially assigned high-emotional-intelligence types to lick the ground.

Travel didn't require their company.

But for the sake of smoothness, safety, and convenience, Lin Bingyun had notified the local company.

Lin Bingyun coordinated the travel itinerary with He Ying.

Lin Ying's schedule was peculiar: the first day was reserved for property tours—only premium properties, fully furnished and ready to move into immediately—and the area must be in Xiqi.

The most popular "Song of Everlasting Regret"? No.

Anything related to death? No.

He Ying stared at Lin Bingyun, systematically removing each pre-planned item and replacing them with new ones.

"For now, these are the arrangements. After two-thirty, we head to Xiqi to view properties, stay overnight there, and the next day visit the New Agricultural Science Academy. University visits will be arranged by us; all other related matters are your responsibility to coordinate."

Lin Bingyun handed back the itinerary, smiling at He Ying: "If you encounter any difficulties or unexpected issues, feel free to communicate and negotiate with me in advance. But we hope the entire journey remains pleasant."

"No problem. Absolutely no problem," He Ying said, looking at Lin Bingyun, then at the pile of business cards from company managers and executives in her hand, and nodded.

As for what if something can't be arranged…

Boss dies!

………………

Arriving at the business vehicle arranged by the subsidiary, Lin Shu took over as driver. Lin Bingyun and He Ying rode in another car, urgently finalizing the itinerary and notifying relevant personnel.

"There's a weird smell in the air."

An Sheng sat on Lin Ying's lap, wrinkling his nose at the air, then took a big gulp of his chilled cola before speaking:

"Although Chang'an is a tourist city, its sandstorms and smog are relatively severe."

It wasn't peak smog or sandstorm season, and Lin Ying hadn't smelled anything odd. But remembering Fuli Master's acute senses, she smiled and explained regional climate differences to him.

"It's not smog or sand. It's a spirit beast. That thing farts terribly."

After arriving in Chang'an, the first thing An Sheng noticed wasn't friendliness or bustle—it was the stench.

A carnivorous spirit beast had just let one rip.

Its fart carried pheromones, boldly marking the entire city as its territory.

It declared: this whole city belongs to me.

Disagree? Hold your breath—or inhale two deep lungfuls of its fart and meet me on the Bell Tower at midnight for a PVP.

An Sheng had seen arrogant spirit beasts.

An Sheng had seen timid ones too.

But never one so devoid of virtue—farting openly, then proudly shaking its two bells.

If it weren't for the urgent trip to Xiqi, tomorrow's visit to Qing's dorm, and securing his own lodging, An Sheng would've brought two bags of cement and poured reinforced concrete straight onto that carnivore's ass.

"A spirit beast farted?"

Lin Ying paused, glancing out the window. Chang'an, a popular tourist city, bordered Qinling and numerous nature reserves; it made perfect sense for authorities to station spirit beasts here to clear the area.

Otherwise, what spirit beast could dominate here?

"The spirit beast you mentioned, Fuli Master, is likely placed there by the Anquan Bureau—possibly to provoke, lure it over, and capture it as a pet."

Lin Ying thought for a moment, then spoke to An Sheng:

"We're just passing through. No need to disturb local authorities."

Knowing An Sheng, he'd say it.

Without fail, by midnight tonight, that spirit beast who'd farted to provoke him would be hospitalized by morning.

"Lin Ying, don't worry! An doesn't start trouble!"

"But An is new here and doesn't understand local customs."

"If it comes bothering An, it's perfectly reasonable to shove a boiling kettle up its ass!"

Fuli Master declared firmly, muttering to himself.

An Sheng had a feeling the farting spirit beast in Chang'an would come looking for him.

Like the king cobra or the wild boar.

If a spirit beast posed no threat to their dominance, they'd ignore it—too lazy to care.

But if an intruder threatened their rule, they would show up the same day, arriving at the door like a ride-hailing service, and crush the invader.

Of course, this was Xia Dong spirit beast custom.

Whether Chang'an operated the same way, An Sheng didn't know—he'd never encountered it.

But his shock-absorbing iron hammer was now being rushed to Chang'an by four truck drivers on rotating shifts.

The spirit beast on the Bell Tower might be fierce.

But Fuli Master's hammer? It might be even louder.

If it comes, one hammer strike will turn it into a tour guide.

(End of Chapter)