Hidden metal parts in the forest, and the tea competition that’s being prepped.
The combination of these two made Ansheng have a lightbulb moment.
The village, town, county, and city tea competition can actually be understood as an individual tea farmer selection, also serving as a warm-up for the provincial and cross-strait tea competitions, where major tea companies and large tea farmers will come to participate.
Through fierce competition, the seven major tea systems and countless varieties will all compete to crown the gold-winning tea king and outstanding varieties.
The tea competition in Xia Dong Region is a grand event led by the Department of Agriculture, where apart from tea enterprises and tea farmers, a large number of tea merchants and tea enthusiasts will come to join the fun or purchase award-winning teas for self-drinking and selling.
Moreover, contrary to intuition.
Regarding tea trees, tea leaves, and tea making, related universities and the Agricultural Research Institute do exist, and apart from personal taste differences, there is a set of assessment standards for the quality of tea.
Without standards, there’s no point in talking about competition.
The provincial and cross-strait tea competitions are very lively, with domestic and foreign tea friends alike.
Though lively, it can also be understood as quite chaotic.
Those automatic rifle parts are finely crafted, obviously belonging to standard equipment, not small factory hand-made stuff.
It’s clear that people are organized and have premeditated plans to do something in Xia Dong during the tea competition and the time-limited visa-free period.
Ansheng didn’t think about attacks; the tea industry values geomancy and tea varieties, it either works or it doesn’t. In the past, foreigners have planted tea seeds from Xia Country but the products were just a mess.
Even if they blow up the tea competition, foreigners who need tea from Xia Country would still buy Xia Country’s tea, causing no ripple at all, making the attack nothing but a joke.
But considering the need for so many automatic rifles and the low possibility of an attack on the venue.
Ansheng can only think of: Spirit Beast!
The metal parts hidden in the mountain forest are likely prepared for Spirit Beasts.
Xia Country takes the green mountains and clear water environmental protection seriously.
Though not everywhere, according to Ansheng’s knowledge, if you really set out to find Spirit Beasts in Xia Country, the chance of encountering them is quite high.
"It’s another immortal battle!"
Ansheng snapped out of it, murmuring in surprise and silently marveling in his heart.
He’s curious how Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao will handle this next.
Today’s live stream numbers exploded, Yu Xueqing felt very tired afterward and fell into a deep sleep amid the muffled murmurings of the little fox.
Ansheng glanced over, sauntered out, went to the second-floor bathroom, and took a shower.
Having run a lap in the forest with Blacksteel, the fox’s limbs were all covered in dirt, along with some unknown plant fruit stuck to its fur.
Ah Qing may not care much about this.
But to avoid persecution from Ah Qing when she wakes up, Ansheng felt he still needed to clean up.
A beautiful fox belongs to imported food.
If dirty, it has to sleep in the courtyard.
Ansheng didn’t miss out on scrolling the music platform; in the industry of being a kept fox, there are very professional standards.
Ansheng shook the water beads off himself, ran to the guest room bed on the second floor, and took out a brand-new phone from the wardrobe drawer to plug it into the charger.
This phone was given to Ansheng by Lin Ying during the crocodile incident at Changping Mountain Pet Paradise.
The WeChat and QQ numbers inside have all undergone real-name authentication.
"Let’s light the Wish Power first!"
The phone is installing entertainment software. Ansheng opened his wish list in his mind, looking peculiar.
There are over eighty wishes in the list.
Ninety percent of the wishes are from live stream viewers, who wished through the internet line to Ansheng.
And within that ninety percent, ninety-eight percent did not leave contact information or addresses, which can be considered invalid wishes...
"People’s hearts are not what they used to be! Ancient people used to wish so much they even included their birth dates, but nowadays wishing can be so perfunctory, no wonder everyone complains about the temple gods being ineffective."
"I would show you the magic, but you just made a wish and took the high-speed train home immediately. And now buying tickets requires ID and facial scanning, don’t you know?"
"Except for Mazu, which god has an ID....."
Seeing the wish list, where some wishes were simply about wanting to pet a fox but with no address left, the little fox was very distressed.
We take the high-speed train and plane through the pet channel without paying any fare.
If we’re close, I can totally take the night high-speed train over, give you a pet, and then sneakily take the train and plane back.
"What a pity.... we’re destined but not fated!" Ansheng shook his head and opened the Snow Village wealthy woman’s wish.
A wealthy woman with over a hundred million in savings, thirty-eight years old, and owning thirty-eight stores.
Analyzing, Ansheng added this wealthy woman’s number on WeChat according to the phone number.
The first thing that catches the eye as the WeChat profile picture is a selfie, with fair skin, medium-length hair, and a heroic aura between the brows that refuses to be outdone by any man.
Then, in the friend circle, there are selfies with another young girl with similar looks, along with gym check-ins and food sharing pictures.
"What? Just how tall is she, one meter eighty-five!?"
"With a pair of sky-high heels, wouldn’t that push her height to one meter ninety-five?"
Ansheng’s eyes widen in shock, looking at the photo in the friend circle measuring the height of the Snow Village wealthy woman.
Divorced wealthy woman, with a daughter, one meter eighty-five...
Such a mature woman, not to mention the general young man, even office workers can’t handle her!
Would the Snow Village wealthy woman... lack a partner? Forget about marriage partners, once the conditions are made public, those who don’t covet wealth and just want to be the "son" of the wealthy woman would line up.
"Maybe... people around her all know about their family’s wealth, so she can’t find someone suitable?"
Ansheng’s face looked odd as he added her on WeChat, waiting for the Snow Village wealthy woman to approve the friend request.
"Oh no! Just saw a suitable young man in the wish list, that guy wished for love without leaving an address......"
"Earning 2 points of Wish Power Value is really hard....."
When people make wishes, they instinctively associate some relevant information about themselves.
In Ansheng’s wish list, there’s really a student from a New Agricultural University with a clean family background, honestly saying he wants a large vehicle when making the wish.
Where the hell am I going to introduce you to a large vehicle?
Leave an address someday, I’ll bring a big truck over?
I have resources here! One meter eighty-five, $130 million in savings, with local industry investments in the wealthy woman.
I’m giving you a chance but you’re useless!
Ansheng actually didn’t have much thought about matchmaking work, but given that the wish list is really piling up too much, it can be played like a puzzle game.
Connecting them, moving his fingers could earn 2 points of Wish Power Value and two large matchmaking red packets.
"Leave an address! Leave an address! Wish with an address!"
Ansheng gritted his teeth in anger, the little fox mouth almost biting out a "creaking" sound.
The first marriage brokerage work, ended without incident.
Ansheng angrily shut down the phone, didn’t watch the video, and went straight to Yu Xueqing’s bed, sprawled the fox horizontally, and slept.
Ah Qing... I started a business.
Been a boss for half an hour, now unemployed.
"Lost what..... virginity?" In a dream, Yu Xueqing responded vaguely.
One person and one fox, sleeping with arms around.
But at half-past four in the morning.
Yu Xueqing’s phone rang frantic.