Watching Wang Qiqi go to work, Ansheng asked Lin Bingyun to take him back to school to retrieve his saddlebag left in the dorm administrator’s room and to return a phone at the Qinling Panda Ecological Protection Base in the back mountain.
Ansheng once again saw the takin.
It was lying sideways on a hammock, sleeping, with steel pins on its chest to fix its bones, wearing sothing similar to an adult diaper like the one the forest musk deer wore before.
Ansheng was full of bewildernt, not recalling ever hitting the cow with glee.
"It couldn’t walk steadily on its own, tried to hit , and fell hard on its butt," the fat cat vowed solemnly.
Ansheng looked at the fat cat, whose face was honest and naive, perfectly showcasing the adorable deanor of the cutest national treasure.
"Yes! It fell on its own."
Master Fulu looked aningful, patted the fat cat’s thigh, and spoke.
The fat cat took advantage of the takin’s weakened state.
Once it recovers, guessing whose butt the adult diaper will be under isn’t hard.
The grievances and vendettas between national treasures, as a second-ranked national fox, Ansheng felt it wasn’t easy to intervene.
...
After returning the phone, Ansheng took a ride in the pickup truck driven by Lin Bingyun back to the Phoenix City District.
After a delightful feast at ho, Ansheng lay on the bed scrolling short videos. By the end of the day, there were over thirty missed calls, two of which were from Lao Chen.
Another thirty-five were all from Wang Ya, or rather calls from the fennec fox herself.
She called so frequently.
She must have been having a lot of fun playing with Wang Ya, right?
Ansheng glanced at it, naturally ignored it, and sent a ssage to Lao Chen on WeChat, saying he would be back in two days and told him to pre-process the tea leaves at Lin Ying’s ho based on the data he provided.
"Master Fulu..."
Lin Bingyun knocked on the door, walked in with a tablet in hand, and said, "The financial report of the Qinling Fox Ecological Protection Foundation is out. Do you need to report the details of each donation to you? These data were rigorously scrutinized by our professional accounting team."
"Judging by the severity of injuries, the data’s reliability is high."
As a professional steward, Lin Bingyun disliked words like ’possible’, ’should’, or ’approximately’. The entire report was filled with uncertainties, equating to being irresponsible to the master.
Therefore, when dispatching the accounting team, Lin Bingyun ensured they confird the accuracy of the data.
Thus, during the donation statistics, the accounting team was in a state of profuse sweating and ntal exhaustion throughout.
"Is there a financial report too?" Upon hearing this, Ansheng felt intrigued and asked Lin Bingyun to explain in detail.
Ansheng had done a lot of sales reports but had never heard people report to him before.
"The Qinling Fox Ecological Foundation currently has thirty-five official mbers who have donated fixed assets and cash totaling 3.94 billion."
"Currently, the funds are sufficient to apply for joint actions with the local provincial departnts," Lin Bingyun continued, "As previously ntioned, the project manager will be Wang Ya, who also serves as the legal representative."
"The foundation’s website is currently being set up, with expense details fully disclosed on it. Later, a donation channel may be opened on the foundation’s website."
"The Jiule Stray Ho charity organization currently has a balance of 370,000 in the account, due to initial investnts, with a total debt of 43 million."
"A debt of over forty million? How did Bai manage that?"
Hearing about Jiule City’s cats and dogs, with each cat and dog over ten thousand in debt, Ansheng couldn’t help but be surprised.
"Eight luxury buses for transportation cost 6.4 million, one ultra-luxury bus for Master Fulu costs 4.53 million, a professional veterinary hospital with land, construction, and equipnt, costing 13 million, with the construction of a stray pet ho, garden, costing 8 million, and land rental at 3 million."
"Plus so unforeseen hidden costs and labor costs, the stray ho openly raised 43 million from Lin’s Holdings," Lin Bingyun said.
"I have a share in the bus too?" Ansheng heard and found the fact of owning a bus incredible.
"Yes, Director Bai said even beggars need business transportation needs, and as a major shareholder, Master Fulu must have a car matching the status for travel, but considering our industry is for perforrs, unsuitable for driving luxury cars or yachts, hence we got a Yutong bus."
Lin Bingyun looked at the notes for the ultra-luxury bus purchase and thought for a mont before distilling it into a concise statent.
"Goodness! Just goodness."
Upon hearing this, Ansheng was utterly dumbfounded.
Because it’s inappropriate to drive luxury cars due to the profession, so they directly bought a five million dostic bus.
In the field of being a dog, Bai truly has the experience.
It was with Lin Ying accompanying their shenanigans.
If other investors saw this fund allocation detail, it would be surprising if they didn’t break its legs.
...
After reading the financial report, the ti had gradually reached 3:45 PM.
After having supper, the little fox climbed onto the security grid of Mo Yiqing’s building and returned to the thirteenth floor.
In the bathroom, the little fox wagged its tail to accurately flip the faucet switch, washing its small paws.
Wiping on the floor mat, the little fox humd a tune as it walked to the bedroom, glanced at Momo, then burrowed into Ah Qing’s arms, showing its belly, and fell asleep.
On regular days, Momo slept particularly refreshingly.
But tonight, possibly due to the presence of Lingren, she slept wearing clothes, replacing her usual camisole with a patterned strong milk cover, wearing short sleeves.
Mo Yiqing opened her eyes, glanced at Ansheng, with a slightly complex expression.
’This ti, good...’
’No need to explain to Ah Qing about the little fox’s jumping from the roof at ho.’
Momo’s ho was filled with surveillance, she took a trip to the monitoring room at midnight while others were sleeping, planning to delete so unnecessary footage to avoid wasting mory.
Incidentally, she appreciated her bare feet walking on the floor, leaving water stains, a beautiful scene.
But...
In the surveillance video.
The little fox jumped at 11:26 PM.
Returned to sleep at 4:06 AM.
Mo Yiqing turned over, curling up under a sheet, her pupils undergoing a seismic reaction under her eyelids.
A night without words passed.
With the dawn, everyone got up, heading to the supermarket and pharmacy for supplies, heading to school.
Compared to yesterday’s academy, buses with fifty seats parked in the school, resembling a long dragon.
A stern young man in camouflage stood among the security team composed of forest rangers and local soldiers.
The snake woman, who had encountered Ansheng before, along with the Monkey King woodcutter, was also in the team.
"Dad?"
The stern young man, upon seeing the little fox lying on Ah Qing’s shoulder, looked stunned, joyfully muttering under his breath.
Once, the unruly parasite, crushed by Master Fulu’s engineering vehicle, changed its allegiance.
Also sensing sothing, Ansheng turned to look, spotting a significant fungal parasitic beast in the team.
Ansheng’s eyes widened.
Almost cursed spontaneously.
Looking closely, Bai Tao and Su Qiyuan were there, along with the snake woman and Monkey King who were all in the security group.
"This is the security group..."
"Saying you plan to attack Qinling, I’d believe it..."
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