Chapter 331: Xiao Tao Imperial Ceramic Factory

The minivan bobbled along the road, heading back toward the area where the New Agricultural Science Academy is located.

Wang Lei and his wife, representing all staff of the Qinling Fox Ecological Protection Foundation, welcome the new shareholder Lin Hao into our warm and loving family.

Fang Hao, with a swollen, bruised face, lay on the zero-gravity passenger seat, straining to open his eyes and stare at Wang Lei, who was driving toward the hospital, his lips twitching.

“What do you want to say? If you’re thinking about calling the police, forget it. Call the Anquan Bureau— I don’t know who answers, but when they call back, it’ll be Master Fuli himself on the line.”

“Have you ever done import-export trade?”

“Master Fuli’s backer is one of the Seven Great Ship Kings of the global shipping industry. Put simply, Master Fuli’s firearms have calibers beyond your imagination.” Wang Lei said to Fang Hao with full conviction.

“Within the country, Master Fuli can’t kill you— after all, we’re a society ruled by law.”

“But overseas? If Master Fuli says the word, no matter where you are in the world, when you wake up the next morning, you’ll find a tribe of cannibals dancing and singing around you, thanking nature for its bounty.” Wang Lei added, as if comforting Fang Hao.

Fang Hao: “.”

“By the way, after you get bandaged up at the hospital, it’ll probably be morning already. We have class, and since you’re now a shareholder of our foundation, you’ll need to attend the environmental and ecological restoration courses too.”

“You’ve already seen how heartless the accountants are when someone skips class.”

As Wang Lei spoke, he sounded relaxed, as if he were merely an observer.

In fact, he truly was an observer— because of Wang Ya, Wang Lei had surrendered the fastest.

He kept a few million for retirement; all other assets and real estate were transferred to the foundation’s name.

Wang Lei moved faster than the accountants’ knuckle dusters.

…………

“Master Fuli, where are we going?”

A black pickup truck, its paint slightly scratched, sped rapidly toward Tiechuan District under An Sheng’s driving.

The forest ranger, sitting in the front passenger seat, gripped the overhead handrail tightly, swallowed hard, stared at the toll booth on the highway ramp outside the window, and spoke fearfully to Master Fuli.

Master Fuli had been driving at the absolute speed limit throughout the city.

After entering the highway via ETC, the pickup’s speed surged to 160 kilometers per hour.

Although the forest ranger’s job is dangerous, life-threatening situations are rare as long as safety protocols are followed.

But riding in Master Fuli’s car gave her the eerie feeling of watching “Final Destination.”

Most importantly:

Master Fuli had simply said, “No time to explain— get in the car,” and yanked her into the passenger seat.

So… what’s going on now?

“Call Wang Qiqi right now. Tell her to head to the airport immediately to pick someone up.”

“Then gather all available lumberjacks— Master Fuli is taking them to scout the site. Also, send extra logistics personnel and bring along a few archaeologists.”

An Sheng, speeding along, turned his head and spoke to the forest ranger.

“This is important. We might find ancient Lingli texts you need,” Lin Bingyun added from the back seat, speaking for Master Fuli, who couldn’t spare attention while driving.

“Ancient Lingli texts?”

The word “texts” acted like a trigger— upon hearing it, the forest ranger’s expression turned serious, no longer fixated on the meaningless speed. At 120 km/h, survival chances in a crash dropped drastically.

At 140 km/h, a crash meant certain death. Since they’d already been going 160 anyway, it was pointless to worry— better to focus on the task at hand.

“Master Fuli, I’ve notified her. Worker Wang wants to know your exact location.” The forest ranger asked.

“Not yet. Let’s give our dear lumberjack Miss Wang a little surprise.”

An Sheng chuckled mischievously. From the forest ranger’s phone, bird songs and floral scents came through— Little Fox Master had received a warm greeting from Wang Qiqi, and his rear end had been verbally caressed, giving him a distant thrill.

“She’s commenting on my butt? You perverted freak harassing Little Fox No. 2—I won’t repay you.”

An Sheng grinned and teased, then snatched the forest ranger’s phone and tossed it to Wang Ya in the back seat.

“Hello, I’m Wang Ya, a current student in Archaeology at Northwest University. The ancient site discovered by Master Fuli is located at the Xiao Tao Imperial Ceramic Factory—or rather, the Xiao Tao Imperial Ceramic Factory was built atop that ancient site.”

Wearing arm sleeves, Wang Ya automatically offered a polite self-introduction and gave the location.

“Possibly? When Master Fuli first saw the site, it was exposed on the surface. The construction workers who built the ceramic factory must have known what was inside.”

“Right now, we don’t know for sure, because we’re still on our way.”

“Yes, it was Master Fuli and that Miss Lin who discovered the ancient site. The banner of appreciation should be given to them.”

“Alright, alright, bye,” Wang Ya said after hanging up with Wang Qiqi, then turned to Master Fuli: “The woman on the other end said we should wait nearby— she mentioned they’re going to seal off the area and set up something.”

“The foreman is setting up an electromagnetic shield. Modern tech is too advanced— if we don’t block it a bit, videos will spread across every group chat tomorrow.” The forest ranger explained to the others in the car.

In uninhabited areas, lumberjacks and forest rangers operate at full capacity.

The denser the population, the more restricted lumberjacks and forest rangers become— the Anquan Bureau has protocols for such situations, but they haven’t encountered an emergency like this yet.

In suburban operations, activating an electromagnetic shield is mandatory.

Otherwise, surveillance cameras and covert recordings are impossible to prevent.

After half an hour of highway speeding and ten minutes on local roads:

An Sheng arrived at the Xiao Tao Imperial Ceramic Factory.

Wang Qiqi had already arrived, directing logistics personnel as they mounted a large, pot-like device on a black business vehicle.

But the electromagnetic shield was not yet activated.

Forty minutes was enough for the Anquan Bureau to fully investigate the Xiao Tao Imperial Ceramic Factory’s background.

They could even pull records of all internal staff and original construction workers for verification.

“Fox!”

Jin Qianbao, crouched inside the full-size SUV, lifted a paw and waved at the black pickup.

“How’s the situation?” Lin Bingyun pulled the little fox out through the window; An Sheng asked.

“Surround the ceramic factory first. Scan and model the interior. Prepare ammunition. Shoot everything inside and out.”

Watching the little fox held in someone’s arms, Jin Qianbao’s eyes flickered with envy.

Jin Qianbao looked at Wang Qiqi.

Wang Qiqi seemed to sense her emotion, staring with a suffocated expression at the half-ton beast.

Bao Bao

It’s not that I don’t want to hold you— it’s that no one’s leopard weighs in tons.

Please spare me!

(End of Chapter)