Chapter 86: Tea Competition Selection (Request Monthly Votes and Follows)

With Fuli Master and the King Cobra watching him, Old Chen felt like his entire village chiefdom was crumbling.

Fuli Master used to run the northern underworld; only a big snake could keep up with him.

Old Chen felt that even though it was black, it might belong to the Five Immortals’ Liu Xian.

“Why would I go downtown at night? High Peak Consulting is already shut down—perfect chance to borrow your phone.”

An Sheng murmured softly, placed the black servant down in Old Chen’s courtyard, then walked straight to the table, as if he owned the place, wanting to borrow Old Chen’s phone.

“Fur.”

The King Cobra landed, stretched out its body, and on its square face, a clear expression of relief appeared.

Even though it didn’t need to constrict to crush the metal parts on its tail tip, maintaining its massive coiled form the whole way required constant effort.

It barely escaped being utterly exhausted.

After landing, the King Cobra naturally slithered over to Old Chen’s courtyard fish pond to drink the fish soup.

“Ding—”

As the King Cobra relaxed its body, its entire length stretched across the courtyard from east to west—Old Chen’s pupils widened in shock.

Then, seeing the metal parts the King Cobra had dropped on the ground, Old Chen turned pale, staggered backward several steps, and collapsed onto the floor:

“Fuli Master! Where on earth did you get this short-stroke piston rod?! This thing is a death sentence the moment it’s seen!”

This time, Old Chen’s face was truly white, staring in horror at the metal cylinder on the ground.

Old Chen had always known that Fuli Master of Zhangxizhen played big.

From firearms down to giant cargo pigs’ feet.

But he never imagined Fuli Master of Zhangxizhen could get his hands on an assault rifle!

Short-stroke piston rod!

This part is the most critical and essential component inside an assault rifle—without it, the rifle can’t keep firing “tatata” continuously.

Without this part, no matter what rifle it is, you can only fire one round, then manually reload the bolt.

Among them, the short-stroke piston rod is the most accurate type.

Simply put, whoever finds this part, with even basic mechanical knowledge, can quietly hand-craft a durable fully automatic rifle.

Old Chen recognized this part—and that’s precisely why his face turned white.

This isn’t some box pistol, some WWII-era antique.

“You know this?”

An Sheng had just picked up the phone and hadn’t even opened image recognition yet; seeing Old Chen’s extreme reaction—his face pale, lips white, collapsed on the floor—he exclaimed in surprise.

Unfortunately, Old Chen couldn’t understand the fox’s mumbles.

Old Chen grimaced: “Fuli Master, you’re all protected animals under state custody—you can’t defy criminal law! Assault rifles? No way! If you touch this, it won’t be the Public Security Bureau coming—it’ll be Counter-Terrorism!”

“Wherever you stole it from, just return it right away!”

“This will blow up the whole sky! I’m adding Yu Zhenghong’s name to the village tea competition roster right now—we should all do something legitimate.”

The only two places in all of Xiadong where such a thing could be obtained are obvious.

Old Chen didn’t want to know how the all-powerful Fuli Master had scaled a factory or military camp to sneak into someone’s warehouse and steal it.

He just wanted his pension, nothing more ambitious.

Before Old Chen finished speaking, a small wish appeared in An Sheng’s mind, refreshing his wish list.

【My dear Fuli Master! Please, please stop using your powers—return the assault rifle’s key part right away! Don’t leave it in my house! If this gets out, I’ll lose my pension!—The moment he saw the gas piston, Old Chen’s heart froze, as if watching his pension run far away.】

【Wish fulfilled: Protect his pension.】

“?”

After reading the wish list, An Sheng’s eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the metal part on the ground.

“Holy shit! Assault rifle part?! I wouldn’t even dare select automatic fire at the shooting range!”

Learning the part’s purpose, An Sheng froze in place, mouth agape, utterly stunned.

“Blackie, stop eating Old Chen’s fish—let’s go!” The moment An Sheng snapped back to reality, he ignored Old Chen, who was rubbing his shoulders and urging him to switch to legitimate business, and called Blackie to follow him outside.

“Fur.”

The King Cobra paused, curled its tail, scooped up the metal part, and followed An Sheng.

Old Chen rushed to the front door, glanced left and right, slammed the courtyard gate shut, and scrambled into bed under the covers.

Tonight’s events were far too shocking for an old man like him.

He’d probably avoid cooling off in his own courtyard for a long time—even stopped worrying about air-conditioning sickness.

Even under wildlife protection laws, Fuli Master’s methods were still wildly extreme.

Old Chen genuinely feared that one day, while sitting in his courtyard cooling off, he’d see Fuli Master driving a tank over the road in front of his house—or carrying an RPG.

…………

The little fox, after leaving Old Chen’s house, arrived at the self-built house rented by Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao.

“Ying ying ying!”

An Sheng, polite and composed, knocked on their door.

Soon, Su Qiyuan came to the door, pushed it open, swallowed hard, and feigned surprise: “Oh! It’s the little fox!”

But.

Su Qiyuan looked over—and saw the apex-level spirit beast fox roll its eyes dramatically.

The disdain and disgust were unmistakable.

“Ying!”

An Sheng, face stern, dragged Blackie over, pulled out the metal part he’d found, and dropped it in front of Su Qiyuan.

Su Qiyuan glanced down instinctively, recognized what the fox had brought, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Ying!”

The little fox’s expression was serious; he tapped the metal part, then pointed toward Shangposhan.

Then.

The little fox pointed at Su Qiyuan, then raised a paw and pointed at the six-meter-long King Cobra beside him.

An Sheng chirped again at Blackie, patted the metal part, pointed at Su Qiyuan, then gestured repeatedly toward Shangposhan.

“Fur.”

The King Cobra looked confused, but seemed to grasp the fox’s meaning—was it telling him to take this man there?

The King Cobra paused, then nodded slowly.

“Ying!”

An Sheng turned and walked off without a backward glance, showing not the slightest hesitation.

After the fox hurried home.

Su Qiyuan and the King Cobra stared at each other; the King Cobra tilted its head outward, signaling Su Qiyuan to follow.

“...”

Su Qiyuan silently picked up the gas piston, then raised a hand to signal Bai Tao upstairs, and followed the thick King Cobra out the door.

Drones lifted off from the roof, hovering high above, trailing behind Su Qiyuan.

Bai Tao made a call; a team of colleagues—not forest rangers—moved toward Su Qiyuan’s direction.

But as they walked.

The King Cobra, originally leading the way, somehow slithered onto Su Qiyuan’s back, hanging from him and using its head’s arrow to point directions.

What a fat snake—this felt like a forced march from his training days, Su Qiyuan silently grumbled.

…………

“An Sheng’s back?”

Yu Xueqing, lying on her bed, just finished putting away her phone and was about to sleep when she heard the mumbles outside; she asked.

“Ying ying...”

An Sheng returned with a dark face, sat on the bed’s edge, and let out a series of mumbles, as if explaining something.

Aqing! Next time you see Blackie, don’t be polite—just hit it with your new-energy fishing rod until it’s fried!

Turn it into a yellow eel—I’ll go to the kitchen and make you two plates of salt-and-pepper snake pieces.

That damn Blackie who owes me a slap! Made me play in shit!

“By the way! I just saw on Old Chen’s desk that the tea competition’s opening is coming up—we’re the ones who manage the Shangposhan tea fields, right? Should we give it a try? Our tea’s a famous brand, after all.”

An Sheng asked Yu Xueqing after scolding Blackie for making him play in shit.

The Xiadong tea competition is a grand affair.

It progresses from village, county, city, all the way to provincial finals.

By the time the grand prize is decided, it’s already November; winners qualify for the international tea competition co-hosted by both sides of the strait in December.

An Sheng had just seen Old Chen’s desk—listing all Zhangxizhen competitors.

Hmm!?

Speaking of the tea competition, An Sheng suddenly paused, as if remembering something.

Request monthly votes.

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(End of chapter)