"No need to send late-night snacks tomorrow, I'm going to have street food with the head of the Security Bureau," Ansheng said.
"Alright." Lin Bingyun nodded gently and began arranging the schedule for tomorrow. She continued, "There is one more thing. The post-production photography team you mentioned before has now completed their training and is ready to start anytime. When would you like to meet them?"
"Miss Lin feels regretful for not seeing you live stream for a long time since you're in different places."
Currently, Ah Qing's symbol platform followers are close to 900,000, but due to the assignments given by the advisor at the start of the semester and class matters, Ah Qing hasn't had much time to stream lately. She only shoots short videos if there's a fun topic.
Compared to the high-intensity activities during the summer holiday, Ah Qing is now focused on her studies.
"There's no choice; Ah Qing is attending classes recently and can't find the time to live stream."
"Moreover, the financial pressure at home has decreased, and Ah Qing plans to pursue a career in the real economy," Ansheng said to Lin Bingyun.
"Is that so? I understand." Lin Bingyun nodded lightly and said, "If any advertisements come up in the future, we'll screen them."
"Advertisements?"
"Yes, Miss Lin instructed me to block out those senseless advertisers and not let those people disturb Fu Li Lang's elegance," Lin Bingyun said:
"Things like Holy Grail, silicone dolls, Fu Li Lang's mold advertisements, and Durex ads all came knocking a while ago. There are also things like robot vacuums and AI girlfriends."
"Regarding Miss Yu's advertising revenue, we plan to officially hire her as the spokesperson for a legitimate tea plantation we've invested in, under the name of Lin Group, once her fan count goes up a bit."
Lin Group Holding Company has heavily invested in the real economy, holding tens of thousands of jobs in hand.
But this sector actually doesn't make money; things like garment and footwear processing earn only slim profits, to put it plainly, it's a kind of exchange and supportive business.
The department that truly makes money for Lin Group has always been under Lin Ying's control, through operations that inject overseas Lin Group funds into potential enterprises in Xia Country or assist enterprises in expanding overseas markets by selling connections.
Letting Fu Li Lang accept Holy Grail advertisements or mold something is utterly unacceptable to Lin Ying.
She doesn't want to see the molds of the lord flying everywhere.
Anyway, some of the companies and enterprises she invests in need spokespersons, so why not give the opportunity to Fu Li Lang and Ah Qing? Who isn't the same to hire?
However, there are still some things involved that haven't been settled yet.
Enterprises and spokespersons are bound together, and the reputation of the enterprise will also affect the spokesperson's style.
Lin Bingyun is still screening and preparing to formally invite her once Ah Qing's fan count goes up a bit.
Thus.
The food expenses for Fu Li Lang can also increase.
......
After having his late-night snack, since there was nothing else going on tonight, Ansheng started heading home.
"Ying ying—"
Before Ansheng even opened the dormitory door, he could already vaguely hear the whimpering of foxes inside.
As he opened the dorm door, he saw three milk foxes practicing the traditional Fox Race radish hunting method.
However, the three milk foxes were on the bed, swaying their heads left and right while looking at Momo's chest.
Momo had a face full of black lines as he saw the small milk foxes getting ready to pounce on him again.
Ah Qing was already curled up in the covers, using a pillow to cover herself, as if raising a white flag.
"Tsk tsk tsk...."
Ansheng glanced at the dorm and immediately showed a schadenfreude expression, saying, "You guys go on! Ansheng is allergic to milk foxes and won't join."
The correct move in the traditional fox radish hunting method is for the fox to leap up entirely, using gravitational acceleration to push its snout into the mouse hole to capture a large rat.
But there's no mouse hole on the bed.
That snout hitting a person is real and solid; it may not be particularly painful, but the foxes are bursting with energy.
"Little An!"
Hearing the little foxes speak, Ah Qing, curled up in the covers, lifted the sheets with a flying pounce, grabbed a fluffy white tail with a pitiful look:
"Little An... please help me! They're wrecking the place!"
Ah Qing can reason with the little milk foxes.
But the little milk foxes feel that her reasoning is unreasonable, so they currently don't consider Ah Qing's suggestions.
'Master speaks well, but foxes are also afraid of foxes....'
"Little An~" Ah Qing hugged the little fox's shoulder with a pitiful face and hands clasped: "If you deal with them, I'll order a luxurious breakfast for you with a delivery person tomorrow."
[Fox above, please retract your supernatural powers! — The sleepy Ah Qing, who needs to attend class tomorrow, looked utterly pitiful and sincerely made a wish to Fu Li Lang.][/p>
[Wish granted: Stop the fox chaos.]
"Can't do anything about you..."
Seeing the golden light flashing in his mind, Ansheng's little fox face showed a helpless expression, turned around, ran to the first-floor living room, and brought a big cardboard box.
"You all go to sleep, and leave everything else to Ansheng!"
"Uh... Little An, what are you doing with the cardboard box? Their sins aren't grave enough for death yet." Ah Qing saw Little An bring a big cardboard box, seemingly preparing to pack the three little milk foxes inside and send them off on an adventure.
"You all go sleep; among foxes, there's a unique way to deal with things."
Ansheng threw the box into the room and picked up the little milk foxes one by one, tossing them into the box. Then, with his forearms resting on the box, he pushed the little milk foxes out onto the balcony, over the box, lying flat with their faces toward the air conditioning unit.
"Ying ying ying—"
Blown by the air conditioning unit, the three little milk foxes couldn't open their eyes and turned into fox pancakes, facing the air conditioning unit with their butts.
Their fur ruffled back and forth in the breeze, involuntarily letting out comfortable whimpers.
In no time, the three little milk foxes quieted down.
Ah Qing and Momo were both at the edge of the balcony, casting a questioning look at Ansheng sitting beside the box.
"Don't just stare; move the box inside," Ansheng said, looking at the two as he whined.
"Oh oh oh—" Ah Qing responded, looking at the little milk foxes sleeping inside the box, her face showed confusion, unclear about what magic Little An had cast.
Although the excitement level of milk foxes was very high, they also had one weakness.
That is... their endurance isn't particularly strong.
The three milk foxes were playing the fox radish game, while Ah Qing and Momo would give them feedback or make noise; the three milk foxes, receiving positive feedback, naturally grew happier and happier.
The louder Ah Qing and Momo shouted, the more the three little ones thought everyone was having fun.
And the solution is simple.
Don't give them any positive feedback, and make them feel comfortable; they'll naturally go to sleep.
"Sleep time, there's class in the morning," Momo yawned, looking at the little fox he said, "Your little milk foxes have been messing around all night; come here, I'll punish you by having you walk on my back to help me sleep."
Momo opened his mouth and kept an eye on the little fox's reaction.
Ansheng looked at Momo strangely, expressing disdain as he burrowed into the covers, lying down with just his head poking out.
Mo Yiqing: "........"
My goodness, he really understands everything!
......
And just as Ansheng was about to go to bed.
In the neighboring dormitory of the School of Animal Science.
The students, who were sound asleep, suddenly received a call from their professor.
"What? You want us to dry baskets in the wind?" The drowsy dorm leader, picking up the phone with a look of disbelief, said to the professor, "Why are we drying baskets, professor?"
"Professor, my basket doesn't need drying right now, but if I'm telling you to do it, there must be a reason. Get up quickly and check if the traps have caught any wild boars, castrate them, and that way, you'll also be contributing to the Qinling ecosystem."
"And don't forget about the photography assignments," the professor said earnestly.