"Ying?"
Seeing Lin Ying squatting by the roadside petting Doggy, Ansheng had a strange expression on her cheeks and looked at Lin Ying.
"......."
Lin Ying was startled and looked at Doggy nesting in the roadside grass along with Momo and Lingren. Eventually, her gaze fell on Master Fuli, and she smiled slightly:
"Actually..."
"I had quite a fun ti today..."
Lin Ying spoke softly, but since there were others present, she didn't share her ntal journey about why she was happy.
She just picked up Master Fuli, smiled, returned to the dog nest, and raised her hand, "Zhu Zhu Zhu."
The reason Lin Ying felt happy was primarily because after skipping work, she once again experienced a fleeting "sense of authenticity."
Born into the large Lin Clan, all children from birth, except when coming of age to use family rights once, most would choose to inherit the family business built by their ancestors.
Here, there's no difference between male and female, nor ability.
A useless man can marry a capable wife, and an incompetent woman can beco a tool for good marriage.
Compared to so-called struggles, maintaining wealth inheritance is paramount for the true power within the Lin Group.
With Lin Ying's birth, her inevitable future is to beco the Supre Emperor of the Lin Clan treasury.
The investnt departnt relies on Lin Ying's own ability.
Due to this certain destiny, the information Lin Ying hears most of the ti is massively distorted and data-driven.
Including life itself, everything is quantified data, and decisions involving basic managent are just small decimal fluctuations on reports and date changes.
A human life, at most 1.2 million, won't trigger a risk alert if yearly deaths fall below the threshold.
Triggering an alert only ans poor managent leading to prison for so managers, along with fines and corrections.
A layoff leads to account fund fluctuations and few entries on the year-end financial report.
Information distortion and paperwork are inevitable for so top managers.
They need to decide on directions, not specific screws in a factory or the paperwork for market researchers buying water.
It's like a VR ga; Lin Ying only needs to issue an order, and relevant departnts would perfect the directives and pass them down layer by layer.
Lin Group is shrouded in a "sense of illusion," everything is quantifiable gain and loss.
For Lin Ying, the sense of reality lies with those around her who have no stake.
A large part of Lin Ying's depression is because she lost the "sense of realness."
Lin Ying now feels happy because unknowingly, she feels like she's stepping into the real world.
Master Fuli is real, the people are real, unlike the paper data seen before, the ans balancing interests after gains and losses, and the shady deals for achieving goals.
"Master Fuli....."
"Ying?"
"How about after I finish my work, I skip and co to play with you?" Lin Ying secretly asked.
"?" Ansheng slowly made a question mark, unsure how to respond to Lin Ying's words.
You call it skipping after finishing your work?
Your situation calls for justified vacation, you can directly hold your supervisor's neck, slap project materials in their old face, loudly demanding your rightful leave.
However...
Whose neck does Lin Ying need to hold demanding holidays, going into Ansheng's blind spot of knowledge.
The chairman.....
Isn't he supposed to be out sightseeing? Appearing only rarely at corporate annual etings.
Ansheng's most profound knowledge of the chairman was when the old figure issued a docunt raising all salaries by a thousand; otherwise, she wouldn't have known a chairman existed at the tea company she once worked for.
...
After petting Doggy by the roadside, Lin Ying waved at Housekeeper Lin, picked up Master Fuli, and left.
Lin Bingyun glanced at Doggy, returned to the tour bus, and took out a storage box and so food.
She placed the food before the Doggy mom, which was joyfully eating the food, oblivious to her puppies being boxed by Lin Bingyun.
When she ca to her senses, all four puppies were boxed.
The dog mom's face changed, ready to gnash her teeth and reclaim her puppies.
But Lin Bingyun, with a quick eye and hand, cleverly grabbed the dog's scruff, lifting it in its bewildered gaze. Lin Bingyun carried the box with one hand, the dog mom with the other, walking towards the tour bus.
As she left, Lin Bingyun thought for a mont and looked at the hunting dog:
"I don't know if you understand, but Miss Lin will cover your future food, clothing, and shelter."
"You've done a great job; after eating, in a few days, we'll send you to a villa at the Haven for Strays."
Lin Bingyun boarded the bus with the dogs, and shortly after, a beef rib larger than the Doggy mom was sent to her, almost pinning her down.
"Woof?"
The Doggy mom sat dumbfounded, glancing between the beef rib cooked tender and the puppies in the box.
Finally.
The Doggy mom lay on the ground, raised her hind leg, and pointed to her belly at Lin Bingyun.
How about...
You take a couple of bites too? Otherwise, eating such a large piece of at is too embarrassing for us mothers.
Lin Bingyun had a strange expression, repeatedly refusing.
anwhile.
Just stepping down from the tank, excited expressions still on their cheeks, Ah Qing and Tang You spotted Xiaolan waving at the entrance.
"Xiaolan!"
Seeing the fox return, Ah Qing enthusiastically went to Lin Ying, embraced the small fox, and rubbed her cheek against his.
"You rascal, sneaking out; you must be having separation anxiety!"
Ah Qing joked while looking at the small fox.
"Actually missing Ah Qing quite a lot..." Ansheng cozily climbed over Ah Qing's shoulders, hugging her neck, and woefully whimpered:
"You don't know! The roads were so rough, almost shook my bell off; with mud everywhere, I almost didn't know where to step."
"In this case, Ah Qing, you're required!" Ansheng affectionately rubbed against Ah Qing.
The excavation was not fun; exhaustion was secondary.
The main issue was the dirty environnt, and the ancient mummies in the excavation liked spitting.
If not for Wang Ya helping clean with water and wipes on the way, I'd be red like a proctology director after an inspection wound, covered in blood.
No golden nest or silver nest compares to dwelling in Ah Qing's embrace, united, tagging along as she tours and snacks.
"In the repair shop... is it muddy?" Ah Qing looked puzzled at the small fox.
In her mory, repair shops and 4S shops were tidy with plastic floor lining.
"Did you step in oil sludge?" Ah Qing picked up the little fox's paw, inspecting it curiously.
"I'm not dumb, but close; it's all sticky stuff...." Ansheng waved.
"So, any food now? Just saved the world, feeling hungry."
"Dining? We can! But we need to wait a while longer; we'll go to the east of the city for seafood with a shrimp fishing activity..."
Ah Qing cheerfully told the small fox.
With Tang You guiding and his brother's friends, usually so park attractions opening during specific tis could now be enjoyed anyti, even leading to large saline aquaculture farms in Northern.
Ah Qing was having a blast, but the livestream audience was dumbfounded.
First ti knowing tanks had 360.
Also first hearing about witnessing rocket artillery barrages like "Katyusha" at Steel Park, and training grenades and machine guns to sweep the front shooting range.
Ah Qing hefted the heavy machine gun, emptied the magazine, and smoked dirt piles with 600 rounds.
Almost turned the barrel red-hot.
And Ah Qing was so joyous that not only were the stream viewers puzzled, the locals were too.
No way!
Dude, is there this much to enjoy in our Steel Park? Thought it was virtual simulations?
How co Ah Qing can do live ammunition firing and even get the outdated rocket launchers from the Northern Arms Group, treating locals like foreigners, huh?
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