"Ah Qing, quick! Open my interaction info and delete the top-ranking comment!"
"He’s cutting off our financial supply!"
The small fox squatting on the table showed visible urgency on its cheeks, urging Ah Qing to delete the recent comment while scolding in the livestream room.
Ansheng could guess what that so-called top rank was all about.
Ah Qing had been streaming for so long, and aside from losing money on water, electricity, gas, and delivery fees, the biggest donation she received was a small heart worth just one cent. Now, she suddenly received a reward over three hundred.
Moreover, Ansheng had seen the wish details of Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao before.
It wasn’t hard for Ansheng to guess that the reward Ah Qing just got actually came from Su Qiyuan or Bai Tao, sending her the national wild animal allowance in private.
If it were just a comment.
It wouldn’t matter, but what really strained Ansheng’s mood was that he had just sent the livestream link across dozens of social groups.
Ansheng mentioned the whole group in the chat, saying there’s Daji in the livestream, tricking them into joining and heating up the scene.
Then, he went to another group to compare tea prices, sharing them there, and even sent a private red envelope to the group leader to get the rights to mention everyone.
The twenty-five in Ansheng’s online wallet had been earned through diligently snatching red envelopes.
Then, Ansheng tricked everyone across groups, not even sparing the local pet group, claiming a Fox Immortal was doing a dance.
The result.
When Ansheng returned to the stream, he saw Su Qiyuan’s comment glide through.
Ah Qing’s livestream room had very few people, only about a dozen quietly listening to stories.
In Ansheng’s eyes, Su Qiyuan’s comment was no less striking than a red fox in the snow, or Gao Feng in front of a company entrance.
And just then.
Comments suddenly flowed in the livestream room.
[Host, host? I heard from group members there’s a genuine Fox Immortal dance here? Swear to the Goddess of the Sea you’re not lying!]
[Where’s the modern Daji?]
[Host, hurry up with the group deal, got it?]
The comments scattered quickly across the screen, with themes splitting three ways.
First, asking the host for discounts.
Second, demanding a show from Master Fox for believers to see the dance.
Third, clamoring for the beast-eared maiden.
Ansheng had previously teased the group daily with such content, nearly turning them into gaping fish.
Now, the livestream link finally arrived.
Whether good or bad, they just wanted to see the mystical host fascinating even the infamous player Fei Ge (Ansheng’s ID) in their group.
Three waves of diverse comments collided on the stream’s public platform.
Then, a whimsical idea popped up.
[Huh? A fox spirit turned immortal into Daji, performing a dance in the stream, all viewable for a discount? Does it not require topping-up supercars to watch?]
[Stream audience: 80.]
[Stream audience: 160.]
With the donations, group members streaming in, and the room broadcasting long enough to earn traffic allocation, Ah Qing’s livestream quickly broke a hundred viewers.
"I....."
"You..."
"Huh!?"
Touching the small fox, Yu Xueqing, wanting to ask Xiaolan what he meant by ’bad people’, was overwhelmed by the intense information load, showing outright fluster.
All the talk about Daji, fox dances, group purchases, even Fox Daji doing pole dances—too much chaos.
Feeling instantly frazzled, Yu Xueqing stuttered at her audience:
"I... I do have a fox here, but there’s no dancing. This stream is seriously about selling Xia Dong tea."
"All from reputable factories, guaranteed quality."
"Let me show you the tea—"
Surrounded by comments, Yu Xueqing felt like she was cornered by countless people, blocking her into a narrow alleyway for interrogation.
Suddenly, Yu Xueqing felt a bit scared inside, and under pressure, began mechanically reciting script details.
Mechanized tea, to tea aficionados, is quite a famous term.
It refers to new tea leaves being processed mechanically after being sun-dried, as opposed to traditional handcrafted tea.
This isn’t exactly a joke, but with the surge in tea seller parodies, mechanized tea production became a known comedic cliché.
In the tea circle, mechanized tea might sit at the bottom of the hierarchy.
But it undeniably offers uniform flavor and costs significantly less, at least sparing the risk of old hand teas getting overcooked.
"Ah Qing, you don’t need to respond to all comments on the screen."
"We should select distinctive ones and create entertaining responses."
Seeing Yu Xueqing flustered, nearly knocking over the teaware while tearing tea bags, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
No choice, she’s my human caretaker after all!
Leave the managing to me!
"Eeek—"
The small fox sat on the table, raising its tiny head, clearing its throat slightly, producing soft murmurs.
Then.
The small fox took center stage, its head blocking the whole camera view.
The fox parted its mouth and licked the camera lens.
[???]
[???]
Ah, this....
Initially, the comments baffled Yu Xueqing, but now Ansheng’s sudden intervention perplexed all viewers.
"Eeek eeek!"
The small fox, looking stern, lifted its paw, tapping the tea on the table, seemingly advocating: this tea is great, buy some!
But in the next moment.
Originally confident in selling, the fox’s expression suddenly froze, as though witnessing something unimaginable.
Ansheng’s wish list in his mind flickered rapidly, as if constantly updating with new content.
[Oh crap! Master Fox! Darling, come! Master Fox licked my face! Praise to Master Fox, I wish my daughter excels at college!—From a mother influenced by fox culture and sincerity, wishing through the savings group.]
[Wish granted: Scholar (Scholar level, meaning academic overlord level, fist-control over counselors and teachers, while foot-stomping principals)]
Before Ansheng even read the full wish, another wish appeared.
[Great Fox Spirit! Grant me unexpected wealth and romance! Modestly, someone curvy and fertile will do! If granted, I’ll gild your statue!—From a game group member, taken aback by the lively fox, believing it to be an incarnation of power, quickly wishing.]
[Wish granted: I also am not greedy]
This time, Ansheng couldn’t even see the details as a new wish instantly exploded the previous one.
The small fox stood frozen on the table, wearing a stunned and bewildered look, murmuring:
"Oh heck... is technology this advanced now? I’m receiving wishes through screens, routers, fibers, and datacenters?"
"No! If you wish, at least leave an address, or leave any contact information like QQ, WeChat, or phone number in the wish details!"
"I’m just a fox, not a god!"
[Blessings from the sea goddess! Master Fox, do protect me! I am Chen Nian from Changxi Town, setting up camp in America as a small head. RPG is quite something here, though I wonder why those guys shoot instead of blowing up stuff? One day I’ll try getting my hands on a stinger. —From an ambitious youth abroad, waving a flower hand, smiling at the dawn, reporting peace to the sea goddess and Master Fox.]
[Wish granted: I urgently need a botanist (Chen Nian’s contact: 001—451—......]
Ansheng: "......."
Don’t think just because you include your name in wish updates, I have no idea who you are!