Chapter 43: Foreign Devil God Is Still a God! (Request Monthly Tickets and Follows)

“Mmm—”

The little fox sat crouched in front of the tea shop, emitting confused mewling sounds, pushing customers inside.

The customers stopped by the little fox were bewildered, and once shoved into the shop, they were even more dazed.

Yet, of every ten customers the little fox pulled into the tea shop, roughly eight ended up spending.

An Sheng had experienced sales tactics in his past life; his eye for spotting potential customers was still sharp.

“Mmm~”

Once the interior was packed, An Sheng scampered onto the shelves, mewling to attract customers, his face blank and dazed as patrons freely kissed, hugged, and lifted him.

The little fox had mastered the full combo: attracting customers, retaining them, promoting, and after-sales service.

Now they just needed to strap a loudspeaker to the fox and send him outside for live marketing.

The other tea shop owners stared at Yu Xueqing and Yu Zhenghong with strange expressions as they worked nonstop.

“Where did they hire this lucky fox?”

“No way—letting a lucky fox work as a servant? Ah Hong really isn’t afraid of being struck by lightning! Hope the goddess Mazu doesn’t abandon him when the thunder comes.”

The other tea shop owners stood at their doorsteps, whispering among themselves.

But perhaps because the crowd outside had grown too large, triggering herd behavior and stoking the public’s urge to gather and gawk.

In front of Yu Xueqing’s tea shop, the crowd swelled even more; most onlookers tiptoed and stretched their necks, desperate to see what was going on inside.

“A Qing, hurry! Don’t bother with the customers drinking inside—let Lao Deng take care of them. Pick me up right now and drag every last one of them in by moral coercion!”

Seeing the gathering crowd, An Sheng’s eyes lit up and he immediately mewled to Yu Xueqing.

“Oh oh oh, coming!”

Overwhelmed and dizzy from work, Yu Xueqing heard the little fox calling her and rushed over to scoop him up.

Yu Xueqing carried the little fox outside; the fox, still dazed, reached out with his paws, pulling each interested onlooker into the shop.

Yu Xueqing’s words came true.

She had earlier thought her parents were quarreling, and that she and Xiao An might have no lunch.

The process was slightly different now.

But the outcome—no lunch—was the same.

An Sheng had originally just thought: yesterday, A Qing had genuinely lost four yuan on livestream sales.

Since he had nothing better to do, why not use his looks to bring in some casual customers for A Qing’s tea shop?

He never expected that the shop’s bustling energy, combined with the gossiping tea shop owners outside, would unintentionally trigger a herd effect inside.

They kept working until 1:30 p.m., when the customer flow gradually thinned out.

Originally, the tea shop had only Yu Xueqing, Yu Zhenghong, Chen Peipei, and one little fox.

After serving all the customers, two middle-aged men now lay slumped in chairs, pupils dilated, barely breathing.

“Ah Hong—I’ll f*** you.” The exhausted man glared at Yu Zhenghong and cursed without restraint.

He was the owner of the neighboring tea shop, originally just there to watch the spectacle.

But Yu Zhenghong dragged him in, slapped a sales badge on his chest, and assigned him to the tea ware section to help out.

For three hours, he didn’t drink a drop of water but sold four tea sets and three teacups.

The other slumped man was also a neighboring tea shop owner, but he was too drained to curse.

He had drunk so much tea that even his lifelong-trained, heat-resistant fingers—used for brewing—now failed him.

His right thumb, index, and middle fingers were now bright red, like boiled shrimp.

Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes. “Stop talking nonsense. Rest a bit, then head to Qiangji Dapaihang—everything you order is on me.”

After complaining, Yu Zhenghong’s legs trembled as if he’d overexerted himself. He walked to the altar of the God of Wealth, took three incense sticks, and solemnly lit them before An Sheng, bowing deeply.

“Bless me, Lucky Fox Lord! May you continue to favor Ah Hong’s business—may every day be as prosperous as today!”

“Bless—”

Yu Zhenghong solemnly offered incense. After Chen Peipei calculated the costs, the tea shop had earned a staggering four thousand yuan in three hours.

Remember, most of what the shop sold were what people called staple tea.

Tea meant for daily drinking, priced between fifty and a hundred yuan; the most expensive tea in the shop barely reached four hundred yuan.

With An Sheng here, three hours of sales had already matched last week’s total profit.

“Huh! Dad, didn’t you say foreign devils’ gods are all evil spirits and shouldn’t be worshipped?”

Exhausted and sprawled on the floor, Yu Xueqing had no chair left—she squatted in the corner, licking an ice pop to cool down.

Seeing her father burn incense for Xiao An, she gave a strange look and teased him.

“Insolent! What evil spirit? Lucky Fox Lord is the orthodox auspicious spirit of Jiule City!”

Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes dramatically, correcting his daughter with solemn gravity:

“What century are we in? You’re a college student—how can you still believe in superstitions? Whether it’s auspicious or evil, your dad has burned incense for forty years—don’t you think I know?”

“Our Lucky Fox Lord is effective—he’s auspicious!”

“The greatest auspicious spirit! What do you, a child, know about auspiciousness or evil spirits?”

After lecturing his daughter against superstition, Yu Zhenghong bowed with obsequious reverence, lighting another incense stick for An Sheng, mumbling prayers for divine protection.

【Lucky Fox Lord, bless me—may the tea shop earn four thousand yuan every day—Yu Zhenghong bowed respectfully, but inside he wondered: Is the Lucky Fox Lord even effective? Don’t waste my high-grade sandalwood. Three sticks cost eight yuan.】

【Quest completed: Daily income of four thousand (though it’d be better if the villa faced the sea)】

As Yu Zhenghong’s wish appeared, An Sheng kicked his little paw right onto Lao Deng’s face.

You old bastard, using me to hit KPIs?

You made four thousand yuan in the morning—couldn’t even afford two Australian lobsters as offerings? Not even a Boston lobster in sight, and now you’re pushing me to work harder?

And you call me a foreign devil god? Bless my ass!

If A Qing isn’t in the room, I’ll whip you with my belt!

An Sheng rolled his eyes and turned away, ignoring Yu Zhenghong’s groveling entirely.

“Lucky Fox Lord, don’t be mad—we’ll buy you two roast chickens right away! The dancing kind!”

Yu Zhenghong didn’t mind being kicked—he leaned in, stroking the fox’s fur with a beaming smile.

As long as it works.

A foreign devil god is still a god.

As long as it ensures his family eats, he’d gladly bow before a cybernetic flesh god, light incense, and build a shrine in his home.

Of course, only if the god truly worked—if not, Yu Zhenghong would still smile, pull out a QR code.

“Mmmmmm—”

An Sheng kicked away Yu Zhenghong’s hand and snuggled into Yu Xueqing’s arms, waiting for lunch.

“Cough cough.”

Seeing Yu Zhenghong burn incense, the neighboring tea shop owner dragged in as laborer rubbed his hands together, eyes gleaming with hope.

Is it really that effective?

If it works, we’ll worship too.

If it doesn’t, we’ll never come again.

(End of chapter)