Chapter 324: Splitting the Profits

“Xiao’an, wake up quickly! Your salary’s here!”

At nine, Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing woke the little fox, but after being kicked by the fox, they returned to the dormitory at around ten and scooped the fox up in their arms.

Yu Xueqing placed the fox on the table, Mo Yiqing held a camera to record the dorm scene, while Tang You and Ling Ren watched with keen interest, helping to set up the lights.

“Mmm”

The little fox, crouched on the table, didn’t even open its eyes, its head occasionally swaying left and right in slow nods, clearly exuding deep drowsiness in the frame.

Sitting at the table, Yu Xueqing pulled out a thick stack of red bills from her pocket and slammed them hard onto the round dorm table—roughly thirty thousand yuan in cash piled before the fox’s eyes.

The vibration of the table and the scent of ink made the already unsteady fox topple over and fall asleep, its tiny paws instinctively clutching the thirty thousand yuan like a pillow beneath its head.

“Mmm—” The fox exhaled contentedly, wriggling its waist into a sprawled sleeping pose, seemingly utterly unconcerned that its bell might be exposed and cut off.

The night battle with Lin She wasn’t much of a physical exertion for An Sheng.

But it was his first time on a helicopter, and the constant swaying and weightlessness left him slightly motion-sick and mentally fatigued; after returning to the dorm, Yu Xueqing had hugged and kissed him until dawn.

Overall, An Sheng had only slept three hours and was now in the deepest part of his slumber.

“Pfft.”

Seeing the fox limp and wiggling like a cat treat on the table, Yu Xueqing paused—then couldn’t help laughing at the adorable pose.

“Wake up! Your salary’s here!”

Yu Xueqing shook the fox’s shoulders until the defenseless sleeper finally stirred.

“Mmmmmm”

An Sheng opened his eyes, his cheek resting on the thirty thousand yuan, and lazily greeted Yu Xueqing.

“What’s so urgent this early? Did you find out I’m planning to swap the principal’s office door sign with the men’s restroom sign, then sneakily snack on chips on his sofa?”

An Sheng slowly rose, crouching on the table, and stretched out a lazy yawn.

Only after rising did he realize he’d just slept on a thick stack of brand-new cash.

“Yu Xueqing, you’re…”

“Yes! Let’s split the profits!” Yu Xueqing looked at An Sheng with serious expression: “We agreed—after deducting costs, we split the livestream income. I need to save for my… you need to buy a house and find a fox wife.”

Yu Xueqing had wanted to say “dowry,” but after a moment’s thought, she decided not to say it.

After all, the video was being recorded and would be uploaded to Yinfu Platform; revealing local customs from Zhangxizhen might get the village gate arch trampled to rubble.

“Salary again?” An Sheng, hearing the word “salary,” suddenly remembered—it was already September 2nd, and the livestream pay had just been issued.

But seeing the three stacks of cash on the table, he gave Yu Xueqing a suspicious look.

“No!”

An Sheng didn’t speak, but Yu Xueqing seemed to read his expression and crossed her arms, firmly rejecting his suspicious thoughts.

“Most of our income still goes to repay Mo Yiqing’s loan.”

As Yu Xueqing spoke, Mo Yiqing, acting as camerawoman, waved her hand in front of the lens, implying she’d cut the fox’s food rations—if he couldn’t repay the loan, he’d have to pay with his body.

“Alright, let’s start paying out salaries!”

Yu Xueqing pushed the fox to the opposite side of the table and placed the cash in the center.

Recalling the bank withdrawal and the video plan they’d discussed, Yu Xueqing’s face twisted with mischief as she said:

“So, fifty-fifty.”

Yu Xueqing split the thirty thousand in half, tucked one stack into her pocket, and pushed the other toward An Sheng, indicating it was all his.

But before An Sheng could open his mouth to say he’d deposit it all into his Fox Kingdom membership card,

Yu Xueqing continued: “First, since our little fox now earns a salary, by tradition I’m taking four hundred yuan as food expenses. No objections, An Sheng?”

“Mmm” An Sheng, knowing they were recording, nodded obediently, ready to cooperate for some show effect.

“Four hundred yuan deducted for food.”

“Then, two hundred for soda, five hundred for snacks, five hundred for late-night snacks, two hundred for insect repellent. Oh, and a sports camera—three thousand eight hundred, but since we’re close friends, I’ll round it down to four thousand.”

“Also, to make it easier for you to go shopping, Mo Mo took out a loan to buy you an electric scooter—price three thousand five hundred, registration two hundred, insurance one hundred, plus five thousand in interest.”

As Yu Xueqing spoke, the thickness of the cash pile before An Sheng fluctuated violently.

An Sheng’s lips twitched; he pressed his tiny paw against the bills, clearly displeased.

Show effects are one thing, but don’t exploit this weak, helpless, pitiful little fox!

Sure, I spend money I earn with my own skills—I never scan codes—but that money was still mine.

“Don’t be upset, An Sheng, smile! We haven’t even counted the toy and equipment fees yet!” Yu Xueqing’s eyes sparkled as she feigned a sly grin, slinging an arm around the fox and casually nudging his paw aside.

“Look, I spent three days and nights negotiating with someone to customize a gimbal—bargained it down from seven thousand to three thousand.”

“This is our livelihood tool, your key productivity this month—you can’t skip it, right?”

The fox shook his head like a rattle drum, rejecting the heartless capitalist’s CPU.

But Yu Xueqing, like a stone witch, simply reached into his pocket and took his three thousand yuan.

What had been a thick stack was now reduced to a pitiful dozen bills.

An Sheng hugged the bills to his chest, clutching the few notes that might blow away, wrapping his fluffy tail around them protectively.

“You bought the gimbal, but you can’t skip a flagship camera phone, right? I checked—the signal here is bad for iPhones. We won’t get an iPhone; a cheaper flagship camera phone will cost you five thousand.”

Yu Xueqing grinned, pulling out every last bill from An Sheng’s arms. At the perfect moment, Ling Ren, already prepared with a prop loan contract, unfurled a document labeled “Deed of Sale” in front of the lens, along with a red ink pad, and handed it to Yu Xueqing, who held the fox.

“Mmm—”

The fox twisted his body, eyes wide with terror, scrambling up Yu Xueqing’s body like a clingy vine, while Mo Yiqing, playing along, tilted the camera upward as if the chaos had knocked it over.

Behind the lens,

Yu Xueqing grinned broadly, lifting the fox high and planting a loud kiss on his cheek:

“Of course, An Sheng’s the smartest—you didn’t even need us to ask, you perfectly played along.”

“Good fox, kissy-wissy—”

“Mua～”

(End of Chapter)