"Follow the beat, row four and five give a shocking epic bass, rows two and five give a short hum, rows one and three a long hum, swing your heads, it's money-making time!"
Initially, Ah Qing wanted to lead the audience to the first archaeological site, but under Ansheng's antics, the show changed. Coincidentally, among the four, Lingren was the one who understood music theory.
Ansheng came up with the ideas, Ah Qing translated, and they directed Mo Yiqing and Tang You to hold foxes of different appearances, arranging them in nine vertical columns, and actually formed a choir.
While the fox's moans were the same.
Small-sized fox moans were sharp, whereas those like the medium-sized Arctic Foxes had a more mellow moan.
The Red Fox had a more steady moan, and the larger the body, the lower the pitch.
"Um... does everyone still want to see the archaeological site?" Ah Qing looked at the three people and one fox getting excitedly into forming a choir, already starting to try out sounds, and meekly raised a hand in inquiry to the audience in the live broadcast room.
[Archaeology? What's so good about that, it's just prying open the coffin of ancestors, unlucky, better to lie on the sunny grassland and listen to a Fox Fox concert.]
[Ah Qing step aside! Look at my name, I'm a fan with a light card on, I want to watch Fox Fox, I want to see the Foxes form a choir!]
[Host, are you slacking off here? Look at how even Momo is moving the Foxes, hurry up!]
[Is there a new host? The other two feel very unfamiliar!]
"Oh..."
Faced with the viewers' rebuttals in the live broadcast room, Ah Qing reluctantly went to help move the foxes.
Lingren was responsible for tuning, listening to the minute differences in the foxes' calls.
The four of them spent an entire morning, even skipping breakfast, incorporating over three hundred foxes into the original twenty-fox choir.
"Xiaolan, conduct, start 1155665!" Lingren instructed the little fox.
"Hum!"
A series of moans, singing a very familiar melody, started echoing throughout the Fox Kingdom.
Foxes from Nation One, Nation Two, and Three, as well as foreign foxes, all joined in singing.
"The melody is... 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'?" Sitting on the grass, Mo Yiqing hummed two lines, a little dazed, and directly named the melody:
"I was wondering why it sounded so familiar, isn't this a kindergarten nursery rhyme?"
"Nursery rhymes are great too! They're foxes, you can't expect too much." Tang You sat cross-legged, her back to the sun, opening her phone to log in one by one on mobile games.
Mo Yiqing rolled her eyes and said, "Lazy girl is slacking off! Do you wonder why her name includes the Ling character? Her family ran a teahouse for eight generations, sang for all eight, and now, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
"Is this true?" Tang You looked surprised: "Lingren's family ancestors all sang opera?"
Tang You, usually more of a homebody, usually doesn't gossip about others' family matters. She only knew that when she went for a bath with Lingren, Lingren liked to sing.
"Otherwise, where do you think she got her Emei Mountain monkey-like skills from? All practiced at home."
"Um... I really didn't pay much attention." Tang You shrugged and said.
"We worked for half a day, thought we'd hear authentic Sichuan and Chongqing tunes, but instead, it's this. When Lingren comes back, I'll flatten her with a slap."
"Even if you don't slap her, she's flat! A slice might be thinner than a Big Mac burger patty." Tang You teased.
Tang You's instinctual roast suddenly left Mo Yiqing startled: "Such strong aggression?"
"Two households roasted in one go, a double kill."
As the Fox Fox Choir finished a song, Ah Qing carried two bags of fox feed bought from the Fox Kingdom, feeding the foxes that participated in the performance. Lingren, upon hearing that Mo Yiqing wanted to flatten her, delight flashed across her face before she put on a dissatisfied front and went to hassle Mo Yiqing.
Ansheng glanced at the live broadcast room and saw the backstage reward amount, excluding Lin Bingyun's tips, amounting to almost a thousand in hand, satisfactorily clocking out.
The audience in the live broadcast room witnessed the host's tail wag and swayed butt into the bush.
[Ah Qing, hurry! Your fox went into the woods!]
[Host! Your fox went to ride another fox! Hurry or you'll have to pay!]
[Xiaolan has it nice, surrounded by national-level protected animal ladies...]
Ah Qing, busy feeding, didn't notice the chatter in the live broadcast room.
...…
"Hey, where did the Fennec Fox go?"
Darting into the bushes, Ansheng stealthily ran to the outskirts of the grassfield villa, spotting a group of people with lumps on their heads, dismantling the villa's damaged door from last night. Standing upright, Ansheng asked.
"Master Fox...."
Seeing the boss arrive, the employee's face turned sour, hurriedly hiding the crowbar behind their back, "The Great King of the Fox went to Miss Wang Ya's old house, the boss and lady boss are having a meeting on the second basement level."
"Old house?"
Hearing a new point of exploration, Ansheng was thrilled and asked the employee about the location of Wang Ya's old house.
The employee pointed a route for Ansheng.
Although called a house, the old house was actually a tea room built halfway up the mountain, also used as a warehouse by previous smuggler groups to hide unsold animals. However, it was later abandoned, and Wang Ya converted it into a mid-mountain villa for entertaining classmates, teachers, and storing archaeological tools.
Ansheng followed the internal roads built by the Wang family and saw a mid-mountain villa, a four-story plus one structure, possibly over 600 square meters, with a garden.
A truck was parked in front of the villa, and the Fox King had a black plastic bag in his mouth, throwing it down from the rooftop.
"Crash——"
A sound of shattering glass resounded through the mountains, accompanied by a strong pungent smell, almost making Ansheng spit out the coke he just drank.
"Ugh..."
"Smells worse than what Lai Foo eats, what is that stench."
This was a scent Ansheng had never encountered before, even indescribable in its stench, only that it made his nose and throat feel extremely uncomfortable when inhaled.
Pinching his nose, Ansheng skirted around the truck and climbed straight onto the villa's rooftop, wanting to see exactly what that Fennec Fox was up to, with a smell more overpowering than feces.
At least, Ah Qing couldn't produce such an odor.
"It smells nice here without those aggressive odors."
Arriving on the rooftop, Ansheng didn't see the Fennec Fox. He followed a staircase down to the fourth floor, hearing the sound of jars clinking inside the room.
Reaching the door, Ansheng called out, "Hey! How's the thing with the Fierce Beast... Wha... huh???"
Standing before the hidden door inside the room, there was a very soft single-person sofa placed in the center.
And in the thirty-plus square meter room, around the walls were full of solid wood cabinets, each compartment housing glass liquor bottles of identical specification filled with... tincture wine.
Each cabinet had at least over fifty compartments, yet the tincture wine bottles housed in the entire room were not less than four hundred bottles.
"You..."
Hearing Master Fox's voice, the Fennec Fox initially crawling on the lower floors trembled, dropping the glass bottle it was holding in its grip, as an overwhelmingly aggressive odor began to fill the room.
"Ahh! So stinky!"
Startled, the Fennec Fox quickly leapt out from the ladder onto the door outside, shutting the door with a loud slam.
"........"
Back against the door, the Fennec Fox took a deep breath, seemingly trying to expel the strange odor from its chest cavity.
And when it lifted its head, it met Master Fox's peculiar gaze.
"Unexpectedly....."
"Your taste is quite bold." Master Fox paused before saying, "You certainly have a style reminiscent of Wang Lei, but isn't there just too much variety inside?"
"What's the point of storing so much tincture wine?" Master Fox quipped at the end, eyes revealing intense disdain, almost as if regarding something perverse.
"It's not! Mine!"
After a brief moment of dumbfoundedness, the Fennec Fox, anxious, hopped urgently on the spot, loudly declaring:
"What kind of household ferret marinates itself in formalin?!"
"It's all Wang Ya's! Has nothing to do with me!"
"It's all hers! I just wanted to throw everything away before Wang Ya turns back! The perverted one is the person, not the Fennec Fox, blame is on the people!"
"Wang Ya's...?"
Ansheng asked dumbfounded, the entire fox seemed puzzled, tilting his head to look at the Fennec Fox, and opened his mouth: "Huh???"