Chapter 1257 - 1254

"Currently, there's no conclusion on the matter. We're planning to wait until all information is compiled, then inform Master Fuli and proceed with either apprehending them or selectively allowing them to pass..."

Old Feng sighed and said to Master Fuli.

Arresting several thousand people who entered on a 144-hour visa, the workload is undeniably large.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight people are already suspects identified by the Security Bureau. Who knows if there are any hidden individuals or those with malicious intent lurking in the shadows?

"Let them come if they wish! I will set up some measures in Jiule City; tomorrow, there won't be any chaos..."

"On your way here, stop by the hardware store and buy a sturdy rebar."

Ansheng shook his head, his face lined with exasperation.

For some reason, after hearing Old Feng's report, Ansheng's mind suddenly visualized Little Angel along with the phrase: [Every time there's a crackdown, you're there!]

If those foreigners are coming to lodge complaints, Ansheng will find time to attend to them tomorrow.

If any troublemakers use the opportunity to cause chaos, perfect! The Homeless House still needs some free caretakers. They'll all be assigned as technicians at the Homeless House.

"I won't disturb your intelligence verification. After you finish tomorrow, gather the brothers and head to the Fox Immortal Palace for a feast."

Ansheng hung up the phone with Old Feng and tossed his phone back to the nosy Golden Leopard.

"Has Master Fuli's business expanded overseas now?" Golden Leopard licked his ice cream, looking peculiarly at Master Fuli and asking:

"Although I don't understand the Landlord of Longevity well, I did have dealings with the Beast Warriors when I was young, and those guys don't even know about pensions and benefits."

"In their desperation, they would even snatch my drumstick; clearly, they've never seen the likes of a four-dish-and-one-soup meal."

"The business scope seems... quite broad..."

Elite Beast Warriors certainly have good benefits; however, those recruited from small countries, their monthly salary barely covers credit card bills, and if they don't have field tasks that month, their life is literally starving three days out of nine.

The second way to cultivate Death Warriors.

One is to indulge and indulge further, tolerate and tolerate more, indefinitely magnify their malevolence and sensitive pride.

The other is to push people to a dead end; without moving forward, it's literally a dead end.

Under the Landlord of Longevity, there's a bunch of such Death Warriors. If they can't fight anymore, landlords naturally won't keep things that can't create value. Without creating value, they can't even be considered human in capitalist countries.

"You're not allowed to make wishes, you hear?"

Ansheng didn't speak, just glanced sideways at Old Chen, who was sneakily preparing to clasp his hands together.

"Why is it not okay with me..." Old Chen expressed a frustrated face and complained.

Whether Master Fuli is truly effective is uncertain, but Old Chen has witnessed his ability to deal with both good and bad situations firsthand.

He can turn impossible into possible.

"You dare to ask." Ansheng looked at Old Chen disdainfully: "You want me to cosplay as the Sea Suppression Tower, blocking the typhoon from Xia Dong. I swear, I'll use my head to block it."

"?" Old Chen was shocked upon hearing this, unsure where Master Fuli got the news.

Even when I was making wishes before, I never said it aloud!

Does Master Fuli have mind reading skills!?

"Drink less booze, remember to seal your mouth with tape when you sleep at night."

Ansheng casually mocked, meanwhile introducing Leopard Head to Old Chen to explain Leopard Head's purpose.

It meant no harm, just a temporary stay for half a day, it would return to Chang'an City at night.

"Let's leave it at that! I'm going home first..."

Ansheng finished the ice cream in his tub, ready to head home and talk with Ah Qing about the situation.

Ah Qing had previously mentioned about the offline meeting.

But it wasn't so much a meeting as merely the Fox Immortal Temple becoming a tourist spot where netizens frequently visit yet fail to spot Little Fox.

Netizens suggested to Ah Qing to pick a day where Huhu could be placed at the Fox Immortal Temple for everyone to pet.

After some consideration, Ah Qing settled on the tenth day. Everyone has finished their New Year affairs, and coincidentally, there's a Wandering God event in Changxi Town so apart from petting Little Fox, netizens can also view a grand performance.

"Ah Qing, something's going to happen in our village!"

Ansheng rushed home, clapped his paws, sat down in front of Ah Qing, and looked at Ah Qing seriously:

"Tomorrow...at least three to four thousand people will visit the Fox Immortal Temple to submit complaints, accusing the former company of defaulting on wages!"

"?"

Holding a piece of pork, Ah Qing cast a questioning expression towards Little Fox.

Momo looked with surprise at Little Fox.

"No, what did Huhu say? Can someone help me translate?"

Fatty Girl only heard Little Fox "whimpering" while Momo and Ah Qing appeared astonished, seemingly having heard something significant, yet she didn't understand a word.

Fatty Girl was anxious, gesturing her frustration for Momo to include her, not wanting it to feel like a movie for four with her alone playing violin nearby.

"Thousands entering the temple? Wouldn't they crush the threshold of the Little Fox shrine..." Ah Qing expressed gaping astonishment.

Ah Qing was aware of foreigners in the live stream since occasionally, short gibberish sentences would pop up on the screen.

But now, according to Little Fox's implication, Xia Country netizens might not show up much, whereas live stream foreigners might come in family groups to the Fox Immortal Temple for team-building.

Ah Qing stared blankly at Momo, seemingly pleading for help with her gaze.

"At this point, we can only eat first, then call the security station to let them know; hosting a team-building event for thousands requires prior registration."

Momo shrugged, unable to offer more, reminding Ah Qing to register this ordeal.

Otherwise, if anything happens tomorrow, Ah Qing would bear significant responsibility.

Ah Qing stared blankly, blinked at Little Fox on the table:

"Xiaolan..."

"It seems like you've gone viral abroad?"

...

Upon learning the number of guests expected tomorrow, even though Momo verbally expressed helplessness, she still assisted, noting the Fox Immortal Temple wouldn't suffice.

The venue being too small is one issue; moreover, the Wandering God's procession crosses paths there, if a stampede occurs, Ah Qing might not afford even underwear.

Little Fox's snow-white fur might have to be shaved off for selling to fabric recyclers to weave clothes.

Considering possibilities, Little Fox's meet-and-greet should either be at the Fox Immortal Palace or a rented space at the farmers' market.

Thus diverting crowded masses and reducing chances of stampedes or violence.

Ah Qing and Momo hustle on the phone gathering people, efficiently arranging the meet-and-greet.

Although planned, the half-day Qingao Island trip planned earlier had to be shelved temporarily.

Everyone headed to the Fox Immortal Palace, with Lin Bingyun's aid, temporary diversion paths were erected and areas set for foreign guests, preventing normal netizens and those "suspects" from mingling.

After all the fuss, nightfall had arrived. Following dinner, everyone stayed overnight at the Fox Immortal Palace.

Knowing of an early start for Wandering God, Ansheng decided not to sleep, going to the next room to play video games.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

While Ansheng was gaming, suddenly knocking sounded on the door.

"Hmm?" Ansheng looked to the door with perplexity.

"Ahem, ahem..." Momo sneakily peeked her head around the door, slipping inside the room.

"This is...?" Ansheng looked curiously at Momo acting like a guilty thief.

"Stand up first..." Momo put Little Fox on the chair and sat on the floor, embracing Little Fox's leg, she began:

"Brother...I have a favor to ask."