"Ying ying——"
The little fox squatted in front of the tea shop, making bewildered purring noises, pushing customers inside.
The customers stopped by the little fox were bewildered, and being ushered into the shop left them even more confused.
However, out of ten people brought in by the little fox, at least eight would end up buying something.
Ansheng, who had worked as a salesperson in a previous life, was quite adept at identifying potential customers.
"Ying～"
Once the shop was full, Ansheng would climb onto the shelves, meowing to greet customers, allowing them to pet, hug, and lift him high with his bewildered expression.
The little fox’s tricks included attracting customers, keeping them in, pitching products, and offering after-sales service.
The only thing missing now is a loudspeaker for the fox to conduct outdoor broadcasts for the tea shop.
The other tea shop owners watched the busy Yu Zhenghong and his wife with strange expressions.
"Where did he get this lucky fox mascot..."
"I mean, having Master Fox work for him, isn’t Ah Hong afraid of being struck by lightning? Don’t blame Mazu for not blessing him if that happens...."
The other tea shop owners stood at their doors, muttering under their breaths.
But perhaps due to the crowd outside, it created a herd effect and invoked people’s curiosity.
The foot traffic in front of Yu Xueqing’s tea shop increased, with most onlookers standing on tiptoe, craning their necks to see what fascinating things were happening inside.
"Ah Qing, quick! Never mind the customers drinking tea inside, let Old Deng look after them, quickly carry me out for some moral persuasion to draw all the customers inside and make a killing!"
Seeing the gathered crowd, Ansheng’s eyes lit up and he quickly signaled to Yu Xueqing.
"Oh oh oh, I’m coming...."
Yu Xueqing, dizzy from the chaos, rushed forward the moment she heard the little fox calling her, and held her beautiful little fox in her arms.
Cradling the little fox, Yu Xueqing walked outside, and the fox, still with a dazed look, stretched out his hands, pulling interested onlookers standing at the door into the shop.
Yu Xueqing’s previous predictions came true.
She had felt that with her parents arguing, she and Xiaolan might not have lunch.
The process might have been different.
But the outcome of having no lunch was the same.
Ansheng only initially thought that Ah Qing lost a solid four yuan in a livestream yesterday.
Since it was a slow day, he figured he might as well use his good looks to bring some casual customers to Ah Qing’s tea shop.
Ansheng never imagined that the lively atmosphere inside, combined with the gossiping tea shop owners at the door, would unintentionally trigger a herd effect in the tea shop.
It wasn’t until half past one in the afternoon that the customer flow in the tea shop gradually slowed down.
Originally, only Yu Xueqing, Yu Zhenghong, Chen Peipei, and a little fox were in the shop.
But after entertaining the customers, two middle-aged men with dilated pupils were also inside, slumping on chairs, half-dead with fatigue.
"Ah Hong.... damn you." The exhausted middle-aged man looked at Yu Zhenghong and cursed unceremoniously.
He was the owner of the neighboring tea shop and had just come out to watch the fun.
But Yu Zhenghong dragged him in and slapped a sales badge on his chest, assigning him to the tea set section to help out.
In the span of three hours that morning, he hadn’t even had a sip of water but had helped sell four tea sets and three tea cups.
The other paralyzed man was also the owner of a neighboring tea shop, but he was too exhausted to curse.
He had drunk so much tea that he was full, and his fingers, accustomed to high temperatures from years of tea brewing, were now bright red like boiled shrimp after three hours of intense tea brewing and cup scalding.
Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes and said, "Stop complaining about nothing, after a rest you can order whatever you want at Qiangji Diner, it’s on me."
After grumbling, Yu Zhenghong, with legs shaking as if from overwork, walked to the God of Wealth’s altar, took out three sticks of incense, and solemnly lit them in front of Ansheng.
"Master Fox bless us! I hope you’ll continue to take good care of Ah Hong’s business in the future, with daily prosperity like today!"
"Bless us——"
Yu Zhenghong, with a solemn face, lit the incense. According to Chen Peipei’s cost calculations, in three hours, the tea shop made a staggering profit of four thousand yuan.
You have to know, most of what the tea shop sold were commonly known as staple teas.
The kind people drink daily, with prices typically ranging from fifty to one hundred yuan, and the most expensive tea sold in the shop was around four hundred yuan.
With Ansheng around, the three-hour profit reached a whole week’s worth of earnings.
"Eh, Dad, didn’t you say all Foreign Bodhisattvas are evil spirits unworthy of worship?"
Yu Xueqing, exhausted to the point of collapse, found herself munching on a newly bought ice pop to cool down in a corner since all the chairs in the shop were occupied.
Seeing her dad lighting incense for Xiaolan, she immediately questioned with a puzzled expression.
"Nonsense! What evil spirit! Master Fox is the official auspicious omen of Jiule City!"
Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes dramatically, sternly correcting his daughter’s misconception:
"In this day and age, how can a college student like you believe in superstition? Whether it’s an auspicious omen or an evil spirit, your dad has been burning incense for forty years, do you think he can’t tell?"
"Our Master Fox is effective, a true auspicious omen!"
"An immense auspicious omen! How could a child like you understand evil spirits and auspicious omens?"
After advising his daughter against superstition, Yu Zhenghong fawningly lit another stick of incense for Ansheng, muttering incantations under his breath, hoping for divine protection.
[Bless us, Master Fox, may the tea shop’s business continue to earn four thousand in just three hours every day —— Yu Zhenghong outwardly appeared respectful but was secretly contemplating whether Master Fox really works or not, hoping not to waste his premium sandalwood incense, which costs eight yuan per stick.]
[Wish fulfilled: Earn four thousand a day (of course, it would be even better if the villa faced the sea)]
With Yu Zhenghong’s wish stated, Ansheng directly kicked Old Deng in the face with his little fox foot.
Damn you, Old Deng, using me to hit KPIs!
Making four thousand yuan in a morning, it’s not even worth buying two Australian lobsters for sacrifice; here I am being made to work hard without even seeing a Boston lobster.
And you call me Foreign Bodhisattva, what crap blessing!
If Ah Qing wasn’t in the house, I’d beat you with a belt!
Ansheng rolled his eyes and turned away, completely ignoring the fawning Yu Zhenghong.
"Master Fox, don’t be mad, we’ll buy you two roast chickens to eat later! The dancing kind!"
Yu Zhenghong shamelessly leaned in, smoothing the fox’s fur.
As long as it’s effective.
Even a Foreign Bodhisattva is a Bodhisattva.
As long as it ensures his whole family is fed, he’d worship even a cybernetic Bodhisattva, setting up a memorial hall in his house for it, as long as it’s genuinely effective.
Of course, if it’s not, Yu Zhenghong would shamelessly take out a QR code.
"Ying ying ying——"
Ansheng shook off Yu Zhenghong’s hand and snuggled into Yu Xueqing’s arms, waiting for lunch.
"Ahem ahem...."
Seeing Yu Zhenghong incense offering, the neighboring tea shop owner dragged in to help, rubbed his hands expectantly, looking forward to it.
Could it really be that effective?
If it’s truly effective, we’ll come to worship too.
If not, we won’t come again in the future.