"It’s Friday the tenth, screw KFC, today’s entire venue gets to enjoy McDonald’s on my tab!"
Ansheng crouched on the podium, looking smugly at the audience below as he whimpered:
"The vibe’s already up here, come on, I’ll just treat everyone from all directions..."
When they heard that Master Fuli was treating the whole place, the audience started hooting and cheering, praising Huhu for being righteous.
With the top-tier stage speakers blaring hot-blooded BGM.
Ansheng’s eyes lit up, refusing to be outdone. He was about to stand up on the podium like a little person, show off his belly and bell, and "treat everyone from all directions" to help Ah Qing vent her fire.
"Hey hey! That you absolutely cannot treat with, Sister Dalin still has the stream running!"
Ah Qing’s eyes widened. She suddenly pounced, wrapping her arms around the Little Fox who was about to stand up, rolling several meters away.
"If that bell shows, the livestream will explode." Ah Qing roughly kneaded the Little Fox’s cheeks, complaining in exasperation.
Why do you try to offer up everything!
Is that something you can ’treat everyone’ with?
[Ah Qing, what did the Little Fox just say?]
"Ah Qing, what did the Little Fox just say again?" In the stream chat and at the offline meet, all the in-jokes from the live broadcast kept flying across the whole performance.
What did the Little Fox say.
He’s got way too many little schemes in that head; everything he says is stuff that absolutely cannot go on stream.
Under Ansheng’s directing and coordinating, Ah Qing didn’t look like a newbie on stage at all. The earlier stiffness was gone; the whole time she was guarding her snacks and gnawing on the Little Fox’s face.
However.
The meet-and-greet flow still went very smoothly. Ansheng went full "ying ying ying," brewed a pot of white tea for everyone, and invited a few audience members up to pet Huhu.
The scene was basically [Ah Qing flying, Foxes jumping].
Whatever Huhu said, the audience all forgot. The only thing they remembered was:
[This little fox is really agile.]
[A fox’s heart is really petty.]
The audience asked Ah Qing if they could keep a fox. Ah Qing very bluntly said she doesn’t recommend it.
Ordinary foxes might not have body odor, but aside from being clingy, they’re also super vindictive.
If you don’t have time for it, the fox will get mad, roll around in its own pee to soak up the stench, then launch itself like a rocket headbutt straight into your arms.
A Huhu this obsessed with cleanliness like the Little Fox is probably one of a kind on Blue Star.
"Thanks, but I don’t eat cat sticks..." After the onstage performance wrapped up, Ah Qing gradually relaxed. Hugging Huhu for group photos among the crowd, Ansheng glanced at the cat stick being held up to his mouth and said:
"But I won’t waste it. Over at Homeless House, there are still thousands of little mouths howling to be fed."
Among the people who came, women were the majority. They brought piles of gifts, everything from food and drinks to daily supplies.
Master Fuli might not need them, but he still accepted everything, planning to send it all to the cats and dogs at Homeless House.
Photos, handshakes, and meeting fans in person went on for almost two hours.
"Wow... the mom-fans are way too passionate." Ah Qing collapsed in the museum’s break room, looking completely burned out and ashen, and patted the Little Fox’s butt.
"It was okay, I guess?"
After wandering through the crowd, Ansheng stood up on his hind legs, grabbed his own tail with both arms, shook it hard, and from the fluffy fox tail shook out twenty or thirty lighters.
"?"
Ah Qing looked at the Little Fox, threw out a mental question mark, and asked in shock, "Where did you get all these lighters?"
"How should I know where they came from? By the time I noticed them, they were already hanging in the fur layer of my tail."
Ansheng was also baffled as he complained.
All who come are guests; Ansheng had no intention of swiping the audience’s lighters.
But the lighters came to him on their own.
Those thirty lighters weren’t all that had gone missing at the venue; it’s just that Master Fuli’s tail could only carry thirty lighters without being noticed.
"Ah Qing, later have someone send all the lighters to the lost and found."
"I’ve still got something to do at the Opera House. Once I’ve taken a few miserable little lives, we’ll go eat together."
Ansheng checked the time, turned to Ah Qing to leave a reminder, then walked from the break room toward the Opera House.
It was now 13:16. Spend half an hour handling things at the Opera House, then rush back to the ancestral hall, and he should still be able to make the village banquet.
"Master Fuli!"
With his tail wrapped around the Wooden Hammer, Ansheng arrived at the Fox Immortal Palace’s Opera House entrance. Little Angel immediately rushed out to greet him, looking proudly at Master Fuli as he said:
"All the Spirit Beasts that entered illegally, or foreigners here on a 144-hour visa-free pass, are inside..."
"Under our jurisdiction, none of them dared to act up; they’re all obediently squatting in there."
Little Angel, face full of a desire for praise, led Master Fuli inside.
"Why... are you this happy?" Ansheng looked at Little Angel with a strange expression.
All those foreigners who flooded into Xia Dong were here to sue the Landlord on behalf of their families or partners.
The Royal Mutual Benefit Group where Little Angel works is involved in healthcare, insurance, financial payments, food, and all sorts of war crimes and colonial/invasion-type offenses.
In other words, in just a bit, Little Angel is on the list of those who’ll be beaten and forced to pay compensation.
At this point, with the victims’ families all here, there’s no way Little Angel hasn’t realized it.
He didn’t run earlier, and now he’s actually coming up to greet them; Ansheng honestly could not understand.
"Hmm? I’m doing things for Master Fuli, and I even handled everything properly. Why shouldn’t I be happy?" Little Angel said proudly:
"Where the will of the fox points, there shall I go!"
"Is that so?" Ansheng gave Little Angel a once-over, scratching at his CPU that was on the verge of overheating.
He could only classify Little Angel’s behavior as belonging to some sort of special kink category.
"Don’t listen to his nonsense!"
"Vimal, Bridge, Alina, they only got here ten minutes before you..."
"They weren’t here before at all; they just sent their subordinates over to help maintain order on site."
Li Wenkang sat in the opera house aisle with an ashtray by his side, giving Little Angel a sidelong glance as he complained.
"Why are you here too?"
Seeing Old Li appear, Ansheng couldn’t help but look surprised as he asked.
Old Li shouldn’t he be busy replying to letters? And rounding up people to smuggle across the border together?
"Nothing much, I just came over to hang around and order all the foreigners on site to keep quiet."
Li Wenkang shook his head, glanced at Little Angel, and showed a strange smile.
Li Wenkang and the Landlord of Longevity didn’t really have any irreconcilable life-or-death vendetta.
But...
When he was young, Li Wenkang had been screwed over several times by the Landlords of Longevity. If he could, with just a flick of the wrist, watch them get beaten until their heads swelled into lumps, he’d be more than happy.
"You’re the one talking nonsense!"
Seeing Li Wenkang, a hint of uncertainty flashed across Little Angel’s cheeks, but he still bared his teeth in rebuttal.
"Tsk tsk..." Li Wenkang shrugged, crossed one leg over the other, and pushed open the fabric-covered double doors of the Opera House.
The double doors opened, and the scene inside came into view.
The small opera house had a dome, but no tiered seating facing the stage.
There were only a few scattered single chairs in the center.
Calling it an opera house, it was more like a special private cinema, just built according to an opera house–style acoustic mixing layout.
"Master Fuli!"
"I want to file a complaint against the Royal Mutual Benefit Group, they—"