"Early in the morning, get your dad energized, so he doesn't mess up the weight when selling tea leaves due to lack of spirit."
Ansheng, full of joy, pressed the volume button, turned off the voice call sound, and handed the phone back to Ah Qing.
"Ah, this..."
Ah Qing was stupefied, looking at the constant stream of messages on WeChat: "Isn't this...not very good?"
"What's not good about it? When you're on vacation, I still have a raptor over there, you take it back for dad to use, and show him what filial piety means."
"Just watch his smug face!" Ansheng nonchalantly waved to Ah Qing.
Old Deng's old diesel pickup is just about ready to be scrapped too. When idling, the whole vehicle rattles with a "buzz buzz buzz," lacking any comfort.
Anyway, it's Ah Qing's dad, though he can be overbearing, he's worked hard for the family his whole life. Returning home for the New Year, bring something nice for him to enjoy.
Otherwise, my title of "Fortune Bringer" might hang in the balance at home.
"And what about me?"
While driving, Momo raised a hand to poke the little fox's bottom, and with a chuckle, teasingly pointed at himself:
"I haven't stopped treating you to midnight snacks; you should bring me something to comfort me."
"Hmm....."
Ansheng feigned hesitation, then smiled broadly: "For New Year, I'll bring Ah Qing along with two boxes of cookies and milk to visit Momo's house!"
"Please don't, the New Year's gold sands and blue tins are always leftover from free giveaways." Momo rolled his eyes, rubbed the fox's head: "You really just want to come to collect red envelopes, sly fox like you, packing up everything while you're at it."
The "red envelopes" Momo referred to are just the customary red packets, where they hand them out whenever they see kids.
Even unmarried people get handed them, and while the amounts are small, they add up to a significant sum.
...…
The Tyrannosaurus drove into the Geological Mineral Building's parking lot, and Ansheng took the elevator straight up to the Security Bureau office.
"You say, there's no work now?"
"What are you thinking? You are employees of the Security Bureau. Think of the frontline comrades, and then think of the citizens behind us. In the rear, what we need to do is strategize and make contingency plans for all possibilities and suspected cases!"
"Take this emergency plan back. When perfectly invading the Blue Star, it won't be playful banter."
Before even entering the Security Bureau's door, a stern female voice echoed in the hall.
Ah Qing's raised hand, ready to push the door, froze instantly and subtly withdrew.
"We... did we come at a bad time? Seems like they're having a review meeting inside." Ah Qing whispered.
Ah Qing's group exchanged puzzled looks; they were a bit uncertain, while only Ansheng was left with a blank expression.
Wasn't the chastising voice inside Shasha?
What are they discussing? The "Perfect Blue Star Invasion Emergency Plan"?
Is it reasonable for a primordial cell to say this?
"Oi!"
Ansheng landed from Ah Qing's shoulder, pushed the door open, and looked at Shasha inside: "What's going on here?"
"Hmm? Master Fuli, you're here? I'm supervising these habitual slacker workers."
A lady in a professional suit with a shark tail behind her, with long red hair, turned and gave Master Fuli a bright smile:
"Don't Xia East people always say money solves problems? I'm employing my wisdom now, educating these folks on survival wisdom on Blue Star..."
"But they're really too stupid, unable to withstand even my simulated invasion, let alone face a perfect, unreasonable one."
Shasha was like a stern mother, mercilessly reprimanding the rear planning minds of the Security Bureau.
Already discussed the signs of perfect invasion and the ability of their genetic pollution erosion with them.
49 hours have passed, yet none have devised a strategy for the "Perfect Starting Move."
If the perfect invasion were real, three hours would turn the Blue Star into a large scarlet fleshy sphere.
"......"
Security Bureau staff gazed weakly and humbly at Master Fuli, sending out distress signals.
Shasha takes the money and really says anything.
But Security Bureau staff don't dare. Objects capable of combating the perfect are part of classified matters, known only by developers and related engineers before activation.
With the currently disclosed weapons, it's impossible to resist genetic flesh erosion.
They can even assimilate metal creations, launch genetic pollutants through beyond-visual-range strikes, eroding an entire planet within the universe.
Shasha's intentions are good, but the Security Bureau genuinely can't fully trust her.
She is the perfect, while the concealed biotechnology at the Security Bureau is the main force against her.
These things can't just be spoken openly.
"Don't give them a hard time, Blue Star's spiritual particle resurgence has just been a few years, and they're still exploring the concept of 'Primordial.' It's impossible to handle creations distinctly above the primordial level."
Ansheng bounced up, a fox paw slapped Shasha's forehead, chiding her with frustration:
"But we must guard against this, after all, not all primordial cells are as approachable as me. Others may be as fierce as the Right Hand."
"For new miracles, nothing is off the table." Shasha rubbed her forehead.
She knows little, regarding the current technology on Blue Star, she only understands how to order takeout and shop online.
And, how to boot up a computer.
But the KPI pressure on Shasha is enormous. To suppress the Right Hand's performance, she can only take the lead in addressing First Epoch strategies.
"Strategies are necessary, but chatting with these division coordinators is pointless. They can't know the classified information about the nation's key objects."
"Provide them with the intelligence; they will report the facts accordingly." Ansheng sighed.
"Hmm? Shouldn't there be that thing, and then a global think tank inside the meeting?"
Shasha stood on tiptoe, forming a cylindrical shape in front of Master Fuli, trying hard to describe.
Shasha had forgotten what the thing was called but roughly remembered its role, purpose, and preparation.
"Like this, then like that..." Shasha sketched virtual contours, guiding the Security Bureau staff on how to network link."
Security Bureau staff: "......"
"Xiaolan... is she a spirit beast too?" Ah Qing kept staring at Shasha's tail, his eyes straight, utterly shocked as he asked the little fox.
Originally, Ah Qing believed Sister Ju as an orange cat beastman was the ultimate limit of spirit beasts.
But Shasha's appearance stunned everyone inside and out including Ah Qing.
Wang Qiqi had mentioned 'Primordial,' but only briefly explained the concept, never detailed, since discussing the primordial would inevitably involve Master Fuli's existence and robust physique.
Files regarding spirit beasts in the Security Bureau are top-secret; Master Fuli is even more classified.
"Can the little fox transform into a human?"
Momo squatted down, looking somewhat peculiar, with images of King Zhou flashing in his mind.
Even the fox form is so alluring, every little whine seems like coaxing.
If the little fox did turn human, wouldn't it mesmerize all the ladies out there?
Visions of a fleeting white figure, modelled after Lin Ying's adopted child, floated through Momo's mind.