The night in Changxi Town, because three mischievous kids exploded cow dung for the ancestors’ appreciation in the shrine, led some people who originally settled in the city to return to the village.
After beating the mischievous kids, the adults didn’t disperse quickly. Families and households stayed lit, drank tea, and chatted, laughing and joking with each other.
As for Chen Fengshui’s family, there were particularly many guests, all of whom were older. Although they weren’t dressed in suits, and their skin was somewhat dark.
Yet the accessories on their bodies or the luxury cars parked outside the house proved that the guests at Chen’s house tonight were successful middle-aged people.
Ansheng squatted on the doorpost of Lin Ying’s house with a curious look, glanced at the Chen’s house, and headed home.
"Ah Qing! I brought snacks back!"
The little fox, carrying a bag of snacks, squeezed back into the house from the window sill.
Yu Xueqing saw her little fox return, a smile just appeared on her cheeks, preparing to open her arms to warmly embrace the returning little fox.
Yet, Yu Zhenghong, who was originally sitting opposite Yu Xueqing and saying something, suddenly brightened his eyes, sprang up from the sofa, and hurriedly ran towards Ansheng, shouting:
"Master Fox bless! Give us a moment tomorrow at Hongfa Tea House, guide little brother with the tea house work, and change his luck!"
Yu Zhenghong reached out, inserted his hands under the little fox’s armpits, and placed Master Fox on the shoe cabinet at the door.
Mumbling, Yu Zhenghong pulled out a handful of incense candles from the bag in front of the shoe cabinet, solemnly lit them before Master Fox, and bowed deeply.
Ever since Master Fox visited the tea house yesterday, making an entire morning’s turnover reach almost ten thousand with a profit of four thousand, Yu Zhenghong thought he could soar.
But today, Master Fox did not visit the tea house.
Some wandering shoppers on Tea Street would inquire about the tea prices at Yu Zhenghong’s tea house.
But most of them were just asking about the prices, preparing to compare shops and taste before deciding.
Overall, Yu Zhenghong’s tea house business was mostly greeting the neighboring tea house owners.
The neighboring tea house owners, seeing Yu Zhenghong’s thriving business yesterday, each with a handful of incense candles today, were ready to pray to the Fox Immortal invited home by Yu Xueqing.
Having tasted the bitterness of Master Fox, earning over four thousand the whole day.
Yu Zhenghong couldn’t go back now.
Yu Zhenghong felt he was still young and could endure these difficulties that brought four or five thousand in profit daily.
Earning twelve thousand a month, generating one hundred fifty to one hundred sixty thousand a year, retire in four or five years directly.
"Huh? Votive incense? Are you so willing, old Deng?"
Ansheng, who was being held, was somewhat baffled and didn’t know what was happening, but after hearing Yu Zhenghong’s wish and seeing the incense candles lit.
Ansheng couldn’t help but whimper, sarcastically commenting on old Deng’s willingness to spend on incense worship.
The incense candles Yu Zhenghong was lighting now were very different from the pulverized sandalwood incense lit at the tea house yesterday.
For Xia Dong people, there were natural hierarchical differences between incense candles.
The worst was ordinary incense sticks, pure rotten wood powder mixed with fragrance and dye, nine yuan and ninety cents for a handful.
High-end incense candles used sandalwood, although the content was not high, the burning was genuine sandalwood.
Old sandalwood material, fifteen hundred a kilogram.
The highest-end were coarse sandalwood sticks coated with gold on top.
Moreover, the sandalwood material used in these votive candles must be domestic sandalwood; using foreign sandalwood may suspect insincerity.
As soon as Ansheng saw the votive incense lit by Yu Zhenghong, he knew the trick old Deng was up to and instantly burst into laughter.
"Whimper-whimper-whimper——"
Ansheng flicked his fox tail, grabbed the bag of small snacks, and ran into Yu Xueqing’s arms.
’Whimper-whimper～Master, your dad is scary, looks like he wants to stew the fox in a pressure cooker....’
Nesting in Yu Xueqing’s arms, Ansheng beamed, displaying a mischievous look while complaining to Yu Xueqing.
"Dad! You’ve scared Xiaolan!" Yu Xueqing, after hearing the little fox’s ridiculous comments, turned around, looked at her dad, and made a sarcastic remark.
"How could it scare Master Fox! Your dad has burned incense for forty plus years; do you understand the immortals, or do I?"
Yu Zhenghong snorted at the words, placed the precious incense candles in the incense burner on the shoe cabinet: "You may be good at studying, but kids understand nothing about these worldly matters....."
"See a good time, dad will take you to the temple to practice incense offering techniques."
Yu Xueqing was rather speechless upon hearing this, staring at Yu Zhenghong with wide eyes.
"Ahem...just leave those incense candles alone, the materials inside are old sandalwood, effective for calming nerves, aiding sleep, and expelling cold."
"We don’t indulge in superstitions, but you should persuade Master Fox to visit the tea house when you have time; I swear it’s only to sit, definitely won’t do anything else...."
Yu Zhenghong, thick-skinned, didn’t care about his image in his daughter’s heart, earning four thousand a day in profit is enough to demolish the old house and build Fox Immortal Temple.
".....Swear to the heavens?" Yu Xueqing and Ansheng both showed suspicion on their cheeks, Yu Xueqing tentatively asked her dad: ".....Swear to Mazu?"
"Ahem....where did we just say?" Yu Zhenghong immediately shifted the topic, avoiding mentioning coaxing the little fox to sit in the tea house.
"Yes! We just talked about the tipping matter, our live streaming primarily aims to sell goods, if they genuinely tip you, don’t accept it."
"Especially when they say to tip with symbol 001, Jia Lian Hua asking for your contact, photo, don’t believe any of it, those scoundrels might request a minor refund after a scam."
Yu Zhenghong continued imparting live streaming wisdom.
Stressing that broadcasting should focus purely on selling, avoiding anything extraneous.
Mentioning minor refunds, Yu Zhenghong couldn’t hide his weary expression.
Those mercantile brokers, besides getting the broadcast room to self-destruct, also employed tipping scams, requesting minor refunds immediately post-deception.
Although those reports can’t shut down the channel, the symbol platform cuts off flow, obligating the streamer to rectify, advising them to prudently utilize room management to delete inappropriate content timely from the screen.
During streaming, any flow disruption makes the day’s broadcast heat virtually worthless.
Certainly, flow interruption doesn’t truly matter.
But the minor refund is quite damaging; Yu Zhenghong can only watch as others take money from his wallet.
Like teasing fools, brokers toyed with Yu Zhenghong, their tips used fruit platform, making refunds facile.
Infuriating Yu Zhenghong to the point of hypertension, yet he can only watch as they maliciously rob money from his wallet and also feel helpless.
With a thick face, mentioning this matter, Yu Zhenghong looked miserable, clutching his chest; if not maintaining some dignity in front of his daughter, he might cry aloud.
Yu Zhenghong used Chen Peipei’s account to ask Yu Xueqing for a room management account, said after a couple of days when Yu Xueqing is more familiar with the live streaming pace.
He would take money from his own pocket, use his private stash to tip Yu Xueqing a little on symbol 001 to generate heat.
The money of Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei is held in a shared account; whoever needs it can take it.
However, the money for tipping in the live broadcast room.... even tipping to boost his daughter’s popularity, Yu Zhenghong dared not, fearing causing trouble.
The matter of tipping female streamers was never settled due to Chen Peipei being busy with tea house business.
Yu Zhenghong didn’t want to bring it up, having three to five thousand private money taken from his small treasury was no big deal.
Past one o’clock.
Yu Xueqing cradled Xiaolan to bathe, then herself bathed and prepared for sleep.
Today’s chaos at the Chen shrine, Yu Xueqing went over to help clean; she was quite tired.
However, the parents of the three mischievous kids agreed to host a banquet in the shrine tomorrow to apologize, hoping to settle the matter with the ancestors and villagers.
...
Meanwhile.
The next morning.
Just released from the security office, Lin Ying did not return directly to the Changxi Town villa but asked the car to head across Gao Feng Consulting Company, instructing Xiao Lin to bring her back a meal.
Time gradually reached the company’s working hour.
A brand-new Panamera parked in the space before Gao Feng Consulting Company, Gao Feng casually hummed a tune as he walked into his company.