Chapter 345: Honorary Principal: Li Wenkang

“By the way, besides picking up the banner, your Spirit Grain potion has been delivered to the building.”

“I’ll handle the pickup procedures for you shortly,” Wang Qiqi said to Fuli Master after dismissing him, then remembered the reason for the call and relayed all the details.

“My Spirit Grain potion arrived?”

An Sheng froze at the news, then beamed with delight and said into the phone: “Then just bring it over to me! We’re having a party at home—come eat something too! It’s all delicious!”

“I can’t leave work, and even if the photo op with the boss is at home, I’m still tied up. Meet me at the building’s entrance in an hour, and pack me some food.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiqi’s face darkened with exasperation as she shot back at Fuli Master.

Since becoming a lumberjack, there’s no mandatory check-in, but the schedule is wildly flexible—leisurely when idle, exhausting when busy.

Especially under Fuli Master’s guidance, a brand-new ruin was just unearthed, and the excavation site has drawn massive manpower to assist, set up necessary facilities, and protect the researchers—the Anquan Bureau is swamped.

Due to personnel redeployment, tasks that weren’t even assigned to Wang Qiqi now require her to handle them.

“Shall we grab a bite first?”

Watching the phone disconnect, An Sheng glanced at Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun, paused briefly, then asked:

“Let’s eat first!” Lin Ying nodded to Lin Bingyun, who blinked in surprise but immediately understood, pulled out her phone, and plotted a route.

With time so tight, the only way to reach the Geomineral Building within an hour was to immediately request a low-altitude air route, arrange the shuttle, and notify Wang Qiqi.

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“Fuli Master, look—I’ve got a little gift here. Do you like it?”

After taking the elevator directly into the apartment, Lin Ying picked up a beautifully wrapped gift box from the shoe cabinet by the door and placed it in An Sheng’s arms, smiling.

“What’s this?”

The little fox, standing upright on the floor, stared at the gift box level with his eyes, puzzled, and unwrapped it to reveal three boxes of varying sizes. An Sheng opened each one in turn.

A vintage pilot’s jacket, paired with a pair of aviator sunglasses and a brand-new black saddlebag.

“I remember Fuli Master used to really like the look of leather jackets, so I had someone make you a brand-new set.”

Lin Ying helped An Sheng dress fully, then pushed him toward the full-length mirror.

The upright white fox, wearing oversized aviator sunglasses, clad in a vintage leather jacket, with an unmarked saddlebag across his chest, revealed a pair of short little legs in the mirror.

“Mmm…”

An Sheng stared at his reflection, stunned—he felt something off. He crossed his arms, puffing out his chest in the pilot’s jacket, lifted his head with a sly grin, and suddenly the whole fox radiated swagger.

“Hehehe—”

Seeing Fuli Master twisting and posing in front of the mirror, Lin Ying instantly knew she hadn’t chosen the wrong gift.

Back in Zhangxizhen, Fuli Master had once come over to borrow so-called “show-off props.”

But Lin Ying’s home had nothing suitable, so the maid had to rush over with bags, cut a leather jacket, and bring gold, silver, and watches to fake the look.

Lin Ying still remembered how Fuli Master, once dressed in the leather jacket, had admired himself in the mirror for ages, letting out a string of sly, purring giggles.

Too bad Fuli Master couldn’t speak back then—and even now, Lin Ying still didn’t know what the little fox had muttered.

“I’m glad you like it, Fuli Master,” Lin Ying crouched down beside him, tilted her head, pressed it gently against the fox’s, and took a photo with him.

“Leather jacket on, tough-guy vibe,” An Sheng said to Lin Ying, “but—”

“Hmm?” Lin Ying looked puzzled.

“This thing smells like roasted goat,” An Sheng grumbled, commenting on the material.

After all those processing steps, An Sheng’s nose still picked up the scent of roasted lamb.

Lin Ying blinked, then smiled, lifting Fuli Master into her arms.

“Fine! Let’s eat—I specifically told the kitchen to prepare Fuli Master’s favorite grouper, plus the sunflower chicken that flew in this morning.”

Lin Ying placed Fuli Master in a child’s chair, spun the table’s lazy Susan, and scooped a piece of boneless, prepped chicken into his bowl.

An Sheng stared at the translucent chicken, dotted with bright ginger and scallions, the skin and meat glistening with a jelly-like layer of broth, exuding rich, savory fragrance.

He picked up his fork, speared the chicken, and popped it into his mouth, chewing with pure delight.

When it came to meals, you still had to rely on Lin Ying.

She could get hold of all kinds of strange, exotic ingredients.

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After eating, An Sheng had planned to ask Lin Ying to come to the bedroom so he could show her something strange, but realized the meal had already taken too long—he decided to head out first to collect the potion and banner.

But after leaving, the business car didn’t head toward Changancheng—it turned toward the new Nongke Academy.

Sensing the route was wrong, An Sheng gave Lin Ying a puzzled look.

“Time’s tight—we called an air taxi,” Lin Ying instinctively hugged Fuli Master tighter, her face expressionless, speaking calmly.

“Oh…”

An Sheng’s eyes widened in understanding, then he remembered Lin Ying’s fear of vehicles with poor visibility:

“Are you okay? I remember you’re scared of transport with bad visibility.”

“I’m fine—if anything happens, isn’t Fuli Master right here to hold it down?”

“That’s true! An Mou can definitely handle it.”

They switched from the business car to a helicopter, ascending nearly two thousand meters into the city’s low-altitude airspace, following the preset route straight to the Geomineral Building’s rooftop.

The helicopter landed smoothly on the rooftop, guided by the signal officer.

Wang Qiqi, having received the notice, came out from inside the building to meet them on the roof.

“Let’s go!”

Lin Ying sat on the chair for a moment, steadying her thoughts, then spoke to Fuli Master.

“Life sure is glamorous.”

Seeing Fuli Master leap down from the helicopter wearing the pilot’s jacket and sunglasses, Wang Qiqi blinked in surprise, muttering under her breath.

If a spirit beast could live like Fuli Master, it was surely the ultimate treatment.

A fox and his human go out in a luxury helicopter—how could he ever join the Anquan Bureau?

That’d be like deliberately seeking hardship.

Wang Qiqi silently mocked the words of the Honorary Principal.

Honorary Principal: Li Wenkang, after reviewing Fuli Master’s file, had asked Wang Qiqi whether it was possible to trick Fuli Master into joining the Anquan Bureau for social security.

Wang Qiqi had plainly said it was impossible.

But Li Wenkang told her to try anyway—after all, saying a few words cost nothing; maybe one day, when Fuli Master was drunk, he’d agree?

Worst case, I’ll privately send you two hundred for a drink.

(End of Chapter)