Chapter 41: Yu Xueqing

An Sheng, accompanying Yu Xueqing’s live-stream sales, after two hours of observation, suddenly understood.

He finally realized the biggest obstacle preventing him from holding an Australian lobster in one hand, a Lafite in the other, and riding a Rolls-Royce Kulinan out the door was not Yu Xueqing’s lack of effort.

It was because she had entered the wrong industry and was being dimensionally suppressed by other female streamers’ low-blow tactics.

Other streamers specialize in an instant kill: the moment you stumble upon their live room, your soul is instantly captured by the Northern Hemisphere, transported back to the safety of infancy.

Open their live room—kill.

Yu Xueqing’s live stream had no issues, but because the category already carried rigid stereotypes, she became an oddity among live-streamed tea sellers.

“Ying ying ying—”

An Sheng jumped around out of the camera’s view, darting under the table, slapping Yu Xueqing’s plump butt, then climbing behind her chair to stick out his big tail and wag it.

Yu Xueqing streamed from atop the table; the little fox recorded the stream beneath it.

When the footage was nearly done, An Sheng opened the music app and searched for key terms used by pet influencers.

The first pet influencer that appeared.

The dog world’s boss!

An Sheng froze, quickly swiped away, then browsed other normal pet influencers’ pages, adding every one with a fan group using his own account, lying low.

He added dozens of pet influencer groups in a row.

An Sheng returned to his QQ group he frequently chatted in.

National No Fly: 【Holy shit guys, I just saw the real-life Da Ji!】

Strong Anal Squeeze Cuts Off Unfaithful Men: 【kk!】

I Dijia in Xiabe: 【??? Is that the Da Ji fox spirit who makes the same noise as “Great Chu shall rise, Chen Sheng shall be king”?】

Riding a Sow for a Ride: 【Forward this. If you’re a bro, help me cut a deal on Pinduoduo.】

I’m gonna grab a king cobra and shove it down your pants for two dragons playing with a pearl!

Seeing his own topic derailed by a guy forwarding a Pinduoduo cut deal, with everyone in the group now ranting about Pinduoduo, An Sheng’s eyelid twitched slightly.

National No Fly: 【Picture.】

An Sheng posted a photo in the group: the exact moment during Yu Xueqing’s stream when his fox tail had puffed up behind her.

National No Fly: 【You all know—I usually like plump, round things. Today, while scrolling through Yinfu live streams, I saw the sweetest little cutie.】

【I wanted to say she was chubby and adorable.】

【Then—holy shit—the host’s tail fluffed up! Almost whipped me in the face!】

I Dijia in Xiabe: 【???】

Strong Anal Squeeze Cuts Off Unfaithful Men: 【??】

Riding a Sow for a Ride: 【???】

Tea Street’s Top Price-Cutter: 【Wait! Bro, if you’ve got a problem, just say it! Why are you acting like a dog for a female streamer? Don’t touch them—they’ll drain your wallet and your kidneys!】

【Bro Fei is broken.】

【Bro Fei is broken.】

The group immediately erupted in mocking spam.

The group An Sheng joined was an agricultural science exchange group, filled with adult tea sellers and college students.

In his past life, An Sheng was a veteran tea farmer who started in sales and moved into cultivation; in this agricultural science group, he bragged so wildly he made bulls fly into outer space.

An Sheng’s reputation among group members was this:

A lecher, apparently ran a tea mountain, but poor—yet extremely experienced in cultivation, and a filthy-footed guy who adored pet pictures.

【Bro, if you’ve got a problem, just say it! But if you’re telling me you’re addicted to female streamers, got your kidneys drained, and came here begging brothers for kidney donations—I’m sorry, I don’t know you anymore—】

Another message flooded the screen, all mocking An Sheng for watching female streamers.

But An Sheng wore a completely unbothered expression.

After all, his groupmates weren’t wrong—he really was acting like a dog for a female streamer right now.

The little fox glanced at the spamming group chat, then at Yu Xueqing’s pale, smooth calf beside him, and rubbed his head against it.

Heh.

Female streamers fool old perverts—but they don’t fool dogs. Dogs still get a few slices of ham.

An Sheng spread the news of seeing Da Ji across several groups.

But the pictures mainly showed Yu Xueqing’s tea tray and that big tail.

Some group members were curious what Da Ji looked like, but An Sheng didn’t send them the live stream link—only said he needed more observation to confirm whether the host was truly a super-ultra-cute fox spirit who had cultivated to perfection.

What An Sheng was doing now was not promoting Yu Xueqing to gather fans.

He was screening potential customers: Yu Xueqing was genuinely helping her family’s tea estate sell tea.

She was not a sales streamer relying on talent performances to earn tips and commissions.

Live-stream sales hosts don’t necessarily need a large fanbase—but they do need fans with strong purchasing power who are willing to spend money.

Agricultural science exchange group.

Pet enthusiast group.

Pinduoduo mutual-cutting group.

They all shared one thing: they all had some spare cash.

Good ornamental plants weren’t cheap, and pet owners’ daily expenses were insane.

Pinduoduo groups were all made up of frequent online shoppers—why else join a mutual-help Pinduoduo group if you didn’t shop online constantly? Were you just here to be a slave?

An Sheng was now filtering customers for Yu Xueqing—targeting them precisely, harvesting their wallets.

In just over a month, Mid-Autumn Festival would arrive.

He needed to use this time to develop and confirm potential customers.

Then, he’d be the dog pushing behind, while Yu Xueqing stood in front, raising her scythe, slashing wildly.

“Xiao An? Are you… in heat?”

After today’s live stream ended, compared to yesterday’s zero sales, she had sold two packs of thirty-yuan trial tea samples—losing four yuan.

Shipping depends on volume; if you ship too few items, you lose money on every single one.

But Yu Xueqing didn’t care about that—she picked up the fox with a worried expression, staring seriously at the bewildered little fox.

“Ying?”

Yu Xueqing, what are you saying? When did I go into heat? I didn’t even know!

An Sheng stared at Yu Xueqing, utterly baffled.

“Huh? Not in heat?”

Yu Xueqing looked surprised. “If you’re not in heat, why did you keep climbing onto my back and cuddling me all night, and why did you rub against my calf and laugh smugly?”

Yu Xueqing stared at the little fox, confused.

An Sheng’s face darkened. He raised his tiny paw and stamped it on Yu Xueqing’s forehead.

What are you thinking? I was just feeling smug and showing off to my groupmates.

You work hard streaming to make money—then I’ll figure out how to push your stream without shame, first drain those groupmates’ wallets, then ask Lin Ying for a Lin Ying interest-free loan to buy traffic and hype, and grow big and strong.

“Ying”

“I’m sorry, Xiao An. Today’s another day with an empty belly—we didn’t even hunt anything, and we lost four yuan in shipping fees.” Yu Xueqing spoke with sorrow that flowed like a river.

Yesterday, the worst loss was just water and electricity.

Today, she finally made a sale—but the profit from the two trial tea packs didn’t even cover the shipping cost.

Today’s live-stream sales result: besides the water and electricity loss, she lost another four yuan.

“Wu wu wu—Fox Treasure, comfort me!”

An Sheng sighed helplessly, extended his two tiny paws onto Yu Xueqing’s shoulders, and rubbed his fox face against her cheek to comfort her.

(End of Chapter)