Chapter 87: The Fox Matchmaking Agency That Closed the Day It Opened

Metal parts hidden in the forest, and the tea competition now warming up and preparing to begin.

Combining these two things, An Sheng suddenly had an idea.

Tea competitions at the village, town, county, and city levels can be understood as selections for individual tea farmers, serving as a warm-up for provincial and cross-strait competitions, where major tea corporations and large tea farmers will all come to compete.

After the competition, the seven major tea lineages and countless varieties will each crown a gold-medal tea king and outstanding cultivars.

The Xia Dong tea competition is a grand event led by the Department of Agriculture, drawing not only tea companies and farmers but also countless tea merchants and enthusiasts who come to join the festivities or purchase award-winning tea for personal use and resale.

And, very counterintuitively,

Regarding tea trees, tea leaves, and tea processing, there are indeed universities and agricultural research institutes involved; tea quality, beyond personal taste, follows a set of evaluation standards.

Without standards, there can be no competition.

The provincial and cross-strait tea competitions are extremely lively, drawing tea lovers from both domestic and international regions.

Lively, yes—but also, one could say, chaotic.

Those automatic rifle parts are finely crafted, clearly standard military equipment, not hand-fabricated junk from small factories.

It’s obvious: someone has organized and planned to exploit the tea competition and the temporary visa-free period to do something in Xia Dong.

Of course.

An Sheng didn’t think of an attack. The tea industry relies on feng shui, mysticism, and tea varieties—either it works or it doesn’t. Foreigners have tried planting Xia tea before, but their output was absolute garbage.

Even if they blew up the competition, the foreigners who buy Xia tea would still have to buy Xia tea—it wouldn’t cause any real disruption. An attack would be a joke.

But given the sheer number of automatic rifles involved, and the low likelihood of an attack on the venue,

The only thing An Sheng could think of was: spirit beasts.

The metal parts hidden in the forest were almost certainly meant for spirit beasts.

Xia’s commitment to green mountains and clear waters is genuine.

Spirit beasts aren’t everywhere, but based on An Sheng’s experience, if you deliberately search for them in Xia, your chances of encountering one are still quite high.

“Another divine battle!”

An Sheng snapped back to reality, murmured softly, and internally marveled.

He was curious how Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao would handle this matter next.

“Huhuhu.”

Today’s livestream viewership exploded; after the stream, Yu Xueqing felt utterly exhausted and fell into a deep sleep amid the little fox’s incessant mumbles.

An Sheng glanced over, strolled out the door, went upstairs to the bathroom, and took a shower.

After running through the forest with Hei Si, the fox’s paws were caked in dirt, and strange plant fruits were stuck in its fur.

Yu Xueqing might not care about this.

But to prevent Yu Xueqing from punishing the little fox once awake, An Sheng decided he should wash it.

A beautiful fox is imported food.

A dirty one must sleep in the courtyard.

An Sheng had watched plenty of music platform videos—he knew the professional standards for being a fox living off soft money.

An Sheng shook off the water droplets, ran to the second-floor guest bed, opened a drawer in the wardrobe, and pulled out a brand-new phone, plugging in the charger.

This phone was the one Lin Ying had given An Sheng during the alligator incident at Changping Mountain Pet Park.

Its WeChat and QQ accounts had both been real-name verified.

“First, let’s activate some wish power!”

As the phone installed entertainment apps, An Sheng opened his mental wish list, his expression odd.

The wish list contained over eighty wishes.

Ninety percent of the wishes came from livestream viewers, sent along the internet line to An Sheng.

Of those ninety percent, ninety-eight percent left no contact information or address—effectively invalid wishes.

“Times have changed! In ancient times, people wishing for blessings would include their birth details; now, wishes are thrown out so carelessly—no wonder everyone complains the gods in temples don’t work.”

“I’d love to grant your wish, but you just finished wishing and hopped on the high-speed train home—don’t you know tickets now require ID and facial recognition?”

“Which god besides Mazu has an ID card?”

Seeing wishes on the list that simply wanted to pet the fox—with no address left—the little fox felt heartbroken.

We can take the high-speed train or plane via the pet channel—no fare at all.

If you’re nearby, I can hop on a night train, give you a good petting, then sneak back home via train and plane.

“Too bad… we’re destined never to meet!” An Sheng shook his head and opened the Snow Village Fatty’s wish.

The woman with over a hundred million in savings and thirty-eight stores at age thirty-eight.

An Sheng thought for a moment, then added her WeChat using her phone number.

Her WeChat profile picture was a selfie: fair skin, shoulder-length hair, and an unmistakable air of feminine strength.

Her Moments also showed selfies with another young girl who looked similar, gym check-ins, and food photos.

“How tall? One point eight five meters?!”

“If she wore stilettos, wouldn’t she hit one point nine five?”

An Sheng’s eyes widened as he stared at the photo of Snow Village Fatty measuring her height—he was stunned.

Divorced, wealthy, single mother, one point eight five meters tall…

Such a woman—forget ordinary college boys; even working salary slaves couldn’t handle her.

Could Snow Village Fatty really not find a partner? Even if you didn’t care about her money, just wanted to be her “son,” you’d have to queue up.

“Maybe… everyone around her knows how rich she is, so no one’s suitable?”

An Sheng’s expression odd, he sent the WeChat friend request and waited for her to accept.

“Damn! Just now, I saw a perfect guy on the wish list—he wished for romance but didn’t leave an address!”

“It’s really hard to earn two wish points…”

When people make wishes, they instinctively think of things related to themselves.

There really was a male student from a new agricultural university on An Sheng’s wish list—his family background was clean, and he’d been very honest in his wish: he wanted a big car.

Where the hell am I supposed to get you a big car?

Should I come by tomorrow with a big truck?

But—

I have resources right here! One point eight five meters tall, one hundred thirty million in savings, a local business-investing wealthy woman.

I’m giving you the chance, and you can’t even use it!

“Ying ying ying!”

An Sheng had never seriously considered matchmaking work, but the wish list had piled up so much, it could be a match-three game.

Just a few taps, and he could earn two wish points and two big matchmaker red envelopes.

“Leave your address! Leave your address! Wish and leave your address!”

An Sheng gritted his teeth, the fox’s little mouth nearly grinding out a “click-click” sound.

The first matchmaking job ended in failure.

An Sheng angrily shut off his phone, stopped scrolling videos, stormed over to Yu Xueqing’s bed, flopped down sideways, and fell asleep.

“Ying ying ying—”

I started a business, Yu Xueqing.

Been a boss for half an hour—now unemployed.

“Unemployed? You mean you lost your virginity?” Yu Xueqing mumbled sleepily.

One person, one fox, slept side by side.

But at 4:30 a.m.,

Yu Xueqing’s phone rang frantically.

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(End of Chapter)