"Woof..."
An Bai, curled up in the corner of the milk tea shop, began to recount last night’s banquet with a sickly expression.
Not much happened, really; it’s just Lin Ying’s little brother was too possessive about food and got into a fight with Little Tree. Later, Chen Zhiyu ca by, and together with Lin Ying, they recorded a statent with Old Feng in the big house.
However.
It seems that our Spirit Beast Gang’s service is gaining a reputation. Golden Lion has been urging us to recruit a few more workers to Qingao Island to collect barnacles.
With the Orca Family promoting underwater, quite a few whales ca to experience collecting barnacles.
It’s a wonder those monkeys weren’t worked to death.
And those gray dolphins, mumbling all day about things like gentle cat girls and the Spring Water Hall, saying they saw recomndations while scrolling short videos on the fish raft.
Currently, our Spirit Beast Gang’s business is only land-based.
But our buddies underwater are urging us to expand operations there; they want to experience the industrial era life by exchanging labor for reward.
They’ve tolerated those pesky barnacles for long enough; the queue over at Qingao Island is driving the fish crazy.
"Hamrheads... they’re whales, not fish." Ansheng guessed, after hearing An Bai’s words, that after he left Lin Manor last night,
Spirit Beasts from all over must have used Lin Ying’s place to hold a eting to discuss everyday issues.
Even land-based cats, dogs, lizards, moths, and even birds have job arrangents.
Seagulls can even go to the fishing grounds to get so fries.
But the fellows underwater, they’re really poor friends, when will they get the poverty alleviation benefits?
We’ve helped out the Spirit Beast Gang; it was us who helped move the containers along the sea floor to the shore.
"This needs to be discussed with Lin Ying. Isn’t there a ready-made resort at Qingao Island? Though its background isn’t great, when I get back to Chang’an, maybe I can grab Old Li by the waist and say a few words."
"Anyway, Jiule City has high traffic now; we should enhance our service and continue to explore the service industry."
Ansheng thought for a mont and then spoke.
What can the poor fellows underwater do?
Besides pretending to be submarines for duty-free business, Master Fuli’s thought of an underwater amusent park.
A big glass tube subrged in the sea for the poor fellows to amuse themselves when they’re free, licking the glass tube or doing sothing cheeky in front of it.
Humans love to see new and intriguing things.
While Ansheng was speaking, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Ah Qing, who was leaning against the milk tea shop’s window with Qiu Lingling, streaming the parade with her phone.
"Woof..."
An Bai sniffled, earnestly noting down what Brother Fuli said about occupying territory, enhancing the Spirit Beasts’ physical fitness, and the elents of expansion and strength.
Check when there’s ti to get Grandma Hedgehog to help capture the neighboring city’s docks and downtown.
Master Fuli and An Bai discussed using Xia Dong as a springboard to expand to Treasure Island, moving into Japan then focusing southward, eventually circling back to the duty-free business of the Great Bay Area of Qilu.
A fashionably dressed woman sat beside Master Fuli.
Master Fuli and An Bai paused their discussion on duty-free business to look at the unfamiliar woman.
"Hello, Jin Wanlin asked to relay to you. There’s news from Foreman Wang in Chang’an; she said the docunts you asked for have been obtained, and you need to accept them when you return. Also, the steward of the redici Family has shipped the goods back."
The young fashionable woman conveyed the ssage from Jin Wanlin to Master Fuli, continuing: "According to overseas reports, an unfamiliar force has organized a group staging a protest, criticizing the Longevity Club for monopolizing life-extension drugs, cancer treatnts, and the sale of genuine and effective aphrodisiacs."
"Officials are currently ambiguous, appearing unaware of the protest in Duo Cities. A reliable guess is that the Mayflower Organization is snubbing the Longevity Club, deliberately inciting issues."
"There’s a chance they might confront each other... "
From the mouth of this Security Bureau field agent, Ansheng heard an unknown organization’s na.
"Mayflower Organization... Who’s that?" Ansheng asked curiously in a low voice.
"The first settlers who reached Arica, claiming to be the most orthodox, pureblood descendants, with weapons in hand," the Security Bureau field agent explained to Master Fuli:
"The Longevity Club is headquartered in Arica, but it’s essentially a consortium of international tycoons and capital, not purely Arican, yet they’re certainly holding Arica’s purse strings."
"The weapon holders are dissatisfied with the money bags, but without a sacred bloodline war, they’re at a disadvantage and need to appease the money bags regularly."
"Until you provide them knives, and an unknown force pushes from behind, the weapon holders’ agents are already tearing with the money bags in council..."
"Now, in the East Administrative District of Arica, it’s 11:25 PM, but the district roads are jamd."
"Hmmm..."
Fuli pondered for a long while and then seed to realize sothing, saying with a knowing expression: "Old baldies, looking to scalp the vampires, ready to scalp them?"
"You could say that. After all... the Mayflower Organization is infamous for scalping. They’ve instigated several ethnic purges, even Hans visited them for observation and learning." the Security Bureau field agent assured.
The Mayflower Organization prides itself on noble lineage.
They not only scalp indigenous people but also old, sick, oddly-ford, deficient in intelligence, poor, and even impoverished large families.
Just because you’re alive, creating massive waste pollution, and challenging the superiority of our orthodoxy?
You won’t die, nor sterilize; it really makes scratch my head in frustration! (cocks weapon)
"Absurd..." Master Fuli smacked his lips, gaining a new perspective on foreigners’ living situations.
So... being poor is a cri too!
.....
The Mayflower Organization, ntioned by the field agent, has quite a historical reputation but lacks the environnt to run amok in today’s information age.
Compared to the Longevity Club, the Mayflower Organization is just a group of old impoverished individuals who don’t dare speak openly.
No money and holding guns? Go ho at night and roast that mushroom with the oil in your pants!
But now, hasn’t the Longevity Club blown things out of proportion?
The Mayflower Organization promptly jumped out of the dustbin of history to loot.
Want to silence us? Hand us so money, or wait for the stock prices to plumt with all this negative spotlight!
Master Fuli, chuckling, instructed the Security Bureau’s field agent to continue investigating, finding the antics across the ocean utterly amusing.
Xia Dong was hosting the Mid-Autumn Festival parade.
Coincidentally, the other side was holding a carnival parade as well.
Isn’t that just perfect! Universal celebration!
"Ah Bai!"
Master Fuli patted An Bai’s shoulder, speaking happily: "I need to return to Chang’an tomorrow; take good care of the business in Jiule City, and when there’s ti, I’ll catch so managent from Qinling for you."
"Like giant salamanders, old cows, I’ve got those..."
"If I’m not mistaken, soon, I could catch you a mosquito spirit with curves."
"Awooo?"
An Bai looked puzzled upon hearing this.
What does ’curves’ an?
Wouldn’t catching so competent, efficient, and vocal Spirit Beast brothers for doing accounting be more practical?
Otherwise, communication requires typing, which is very troubleso.
Also, those duty-free accounts, they’re a hassle too.
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