"Makeup artist, aren't they supposed to come at night?"
Feng Wenyu said that a group of people were carrying big and small boxes upstairs. Ansheng found it a bit strange and mumbled, walking straight into the villa.
Feng Wenyu sat by the entrance, shook his head, and continued organizing work, waiting for Jin Wanlin and the subsequent Security Bureau staff to gather.
Tonight, they would head to the Lin Manor under the guise of Lin Ying's family servants and set up an impenetrable surveillance network inside and outside the estate.
Tomorrow, when all the Lin Clan members are in position, a thorough cleansing of the clan will take place.
As a field operative, there are things Feng Wenyu actually wasn't clear about. Only by obtaining files could he glimpse some administrative arrangements.
Lin Ying and Lin Group Holding Company.
Actually, at the end of last year, she was recommended by Xia Dong to the higher-ups, becoming an alternative for a certain matter.
If the documents are confirmed, Lin Ying will become one of the leaders of that matter, forming an alliance with others.
The only order from above is to ensure Lin Ying isn't swayed by the Longevity Club and to guarantee her safety.
But there's one thing, don't get it wrong, actions must be approved by Lin Ying beforehand.
The Security Bureau was invited by Lin Ying to purge commercial spies, not to initiate an attack themselves.
"Things... are quite complicated."
Feng Wenyu murmured to himself, swiping up a document on his phone's screen, sending it to the archives. The people in the archive are all those to be apprehended. Even if no bribery was involved, they still had to be hit twice first.
However.
The Lin Clan is rather low-key. Except for the Qingao Island incident, where clan members touched criminal law matters, it was their private villa parties that came under scrutiny.
Among the more than two thousand administrative punishments, thirty percent were discovered during anti-vice operations, while the others were sparked by complaints...
"Lin Haowen..."
"Involvement in obscene administrative punishments, 164 times..." Feng Wenyu's expression turned peculiar. He added Lin Haowen's information to the archives, emphasizing the need to keep a watchful eye on those greedy and lustful, gravely ill, or holding significant power.
.....
"Lin Ying! Have you eaten yet?"
Ansheng strolled leisurely to the sunroom, glanced inside, and seeing someone, jumped up to open the soundproof door and speak inside.
"Uh... Miss Lin is in the bedroom."
As the soundproof door opened, the interior scene came into Ansheng's view; Lin Ying wasn't in the sunroom. The makeup artists, using the sunlight's color accuracy, were doing the final cut on several garments.
"But... Mr. Fox Spirit, you came at just the right time," the makeup artist replied to Ansheng, "Your little jacket is almost finished, might need you to try it on."
"It's just been a short time since the measurements; how could Ansheng's figure change so quickly?"
Ansheng quipped but obediently jumped onto the board set by the makeup artists.
The matte black jacket had been outlined, hand-cut with a flowing floral pattern symbolizing the essence of life and eternity. The jacket wasn't overly colorful; worn on the Fox Spirit, it gave the pattern a fresh hue.
The pattern was highlighted by his immaculate fur, adding color and utilizing the dark tones to underscore his flawlessness.
The makeup artist used pins to temporarily secure the clothing for the final fitting.
"Alright, but there are still four outfits..."
The makeup artist glanced aside at the four sets of children's clothes in the dust covers, showing a troubled expression, unsure how to begin speaking.
The sizes of those four outfits were directly ordered by Lin Bingyun for them to customize.
But clearly, Mr. Fox Spirit couldn't fit into those!
And there's no other child at home.
"Mr. Fox Spirit?"
As the makeup artist pondered how to start the conversation, the soundproof door opened again. Lin Ying walked in from outside, smiling at Mr. Fox Spirit:
"Mr. Fox Spirit, did I just hear you mention eating?" Lin Ying asked, holding Mr. Fox Spirit.
"Yes! I'm a bit hungry," Mr. Fox Spirit replied with a serious face. "Ah Qing's mom is engrossed in playing cards and doesn't bother to cook. If Ah Qing cooks... the kitchen explodes, so Ansheng has no choice but to come over to beg for food."
"Well... they're really bad then."
Lin Ying laughed and said, "Just right, with Housekeeper Lin out on business, we have no food either; let's go eat at the Lin Manor later!"
Following Lin Ying's instructions, Lin Bingyun had already gone ahead to the Lin Manor to inspect the cars in the garage and arrange for the "servants" to enter.
Currently, only Lin Shu, Lin Zhe, and Feng Wenyu, who was sitting by the entrance, were at home.
Each might be an outstanding figure in their field, but hoping for them to cook nutritious and delicious food was less real than expecting them to be hungry enough to abduct a van full of chefs.
"Lin Manor, huh!"
Ansheng thought for a moment and suddenly realized a crucial issue.
"Lin Ying, where exactly is your home? I don't think I've ever heard of a Lin Manor anywhere..."
The wealthy district of Jiule City essentially had two areas: one by the Changle River, the other being the West Lake Park mansions.
Until now, there was always talk about how to thoroughly deal with the unfilial members of the Lin Clan, but Ansheng suddenly realized he didn't know where they lived.
"Beigang Industrial Park, 1 Binhai Road."
Lin Ying, holding Mr. Fox Spirit, said the location of the Lin Manor.
"Binhai Road... I thought it was an industrial area?" Ansheng thought and said.
"Hmm... counting back 40 kilometers from the dock, the entire road is part of our Lin industrial assets. The Lin Manor covering an area of about 500 acres was initially constructed under the guise of a permanent defensive project."
"In wartime, it could be immediately transformed into a fortress." Lin Ying explained to Ansheng why there was no so-called Lin Manor name in Jiule City.
Because the Lin Manor wasn't a regular estate but a defensive project poured with C120 concrete, capable of withstanding nuclear explosions. Normally, such a building couldn't be approved.
Moreover, no one could build such a large mansion near the city center.
But when the manor was constructed, the Lin family directly applied to the local authorities to build defense works, claiming that it was for sheltering workers in case of emergency.
The construction process for the manor was compliant and legal; however, the manor's name became: Lin Industrial Exhibition Hall.
"Is...isn't it a bit exaggerated?" Mr. Fox Spirit said, dumbfounded, "Then... your home's phone signal must be really poor, right? With such thick concrete?"
Lin Ying sat in the business car, thought for a moment, and said with a touch of nostalgia:
"The manor was built in the mid-90s. It may seem exaggerated now, but at that time, it was a well-reasoned decision at face value. However, the era has progressed so fast."
"In just thirty years, what was once a wise decision now seems somewhat absurd."
Lin Ying shook her head with some humor.
"Hmm... the signal inside the manor has indeed always been poor. Turning off the base station and network leaves it with no signal reception at all."
"You can be assured when hammering people; no one would record your majestic figure for audio sharing."
"If I'm already hammering someone, anyone sane would run, who would record a short video?"
Ansheng retorted.
But he didn't notice the subtle expressions on Lin Ying and Lin Shu's faces.
Whether or not other families had it, Lin Ying wasn't sure, but inside the Lin Clan, it definitely existed.
Among those scions, quite a few indulged to the point of drooling, wasting medical resources if they were cured.
Merely those Lin Ying knew, two people played asphyxia games to the extent of oxygen deprivation causing dementia.