Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 514 - 512: The Fox Immortal Temple Choir

"Oh my! I’m so annoyed! Why don’t they dig it up? Maybe they could unearth a Dragon Man Ruins!"

Seeing the faculty and students from both colleges backfilling the blown soil, the little fox was anxious and whimpered nonstop.

The mound around the ancient tomb clearly wasn’t a [Dragon Man Ruins]. If it were related to Dragon People, you would likely find a large number of round objects unearthed.

Dragon People had a unique preference for circles; whether in architecture or bioware, there were always circular items.

Ansheng knew all this, but he was really curious about whose tomb this was.

The Politics and Law University next door managed to dig up their founder’s ancient tomb and turned it into a tourist spot with banners. Why can’t we uncover the tomb of the founding father of agriculture?

How can we, Xinxing Agricultural Science College, lose to the neighboring Politics and Law University?

If the citizens of Xia Country knew, they’d probably think our College of Agriculture lacks heritage!

"Whimper whimper whimper——"

The little fox was so anxious, running around in circles, but the faculty and students of the College of Agriculture showed no intention to dig. The external construction team stayed silent and just kept shoveling dirt to bury the ancient tomb.

"Boring...."

The old master Fox was full of disappointment. Seeing nothing interesting from the balcony, he turned and walked to the dorm, picked up his charging phone, and called Old Chen.

"Hey? I left my phone in the dorm. I saw you’ve been calling me constantly. Did something happen at the tea competition?"

"The tea competition is under control. The clear aroma oolong tea you roasted is very likely to win the gold medal again." Old Chen, hearing the old master’s childish voice, casually brought up the ’county-level tea competition’ currently underway.

Due to the Mid-Autumn Festival in September, the county-level tea competition was scheduled for the latter half of the month, causing a big showdown among the counties in Jiu Le.

Even though the judges just received the tea and haven’t started tasting the different categories, Old Chen had tasted the clear aroma oolong from other cities. The old master Fox is terrifyingly strong in the clear aroma oolong tea category.

The flavor and aroma might be more intense because the old master Fox used a special nuclear irradiation blend.

"You’re talking nonsense! It’s not nuclear irradiation; it’s pre-treatment using irradiation sterilization and preservation technology. It’s a proper food production and processing-level disinfection measure...." Ansheng, with a face full of black lines, corrected Old Chen’s wording.

You can mess around with what you eat, but you can’t mess around with words. If the tea competition judges hear this, we’ll get fined.

"Uh... is that so? I’m not really in the loop."

Old Chen paused, then brought up a serious matter: "Let’s set nuclear irradiation aside for now. Do you remember Chen Nian?"

"Hmm?" Hearing Old Chen mention Chen Nian, the corner of Ansheng’s mouth twitched slightly, and he responded.

How could I possibly forget that guy with the waving flower hand?

Every so often, my wish list would refresh with some of that guy’s ramblings. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he even tried to send me a nest of flour sellers, saying they were for temple use.

"That troublemaker sent back a container full of curly blonde beauties, claiming they’re believers, all fair-skinned and beautiful in bikinis, and they sing with an ethereal aura."

"He said he wants them to sing hymns in your temple." Old Chen, clutching his head with a headache, said: "Originally, the Fox Immortal Temple was supposed to be completed before National Day. Now, that troublemaker somehow got a few million more somewhere and said he’s adding to the investment..."

"He previously invested ten million Xia currency. The construction team works in three shifts, and now he’s added another two million US dollars. I estimate the construction period might drag on until next year. You, old master, better come back quickly to sign off on the container!"

"Previously leaving two at my place had the village calling me shameless. With this container, I’m worried the young ones in the village will come asking me to buy medicine."

Old Chen, finishing his crucial message, suddenly seemed to recall something: "Oh right, Ah Hong just came by, saying he would transfer 450,000. Out of that, 400,000 is your consultant fee, and 50,000 is to show his respect to me."

"I told him the phone’s not reachable and to slow down. You should consider how to respond!"

Upon hearing this, Ansheng typed a question mark.

"Let 老登 stew for a bit; have him prepare a detailed tea plantation soil analysis report."

"But... Chen Nian went overboard! Are you sure it wasn’t a prank on me? A container full of foreign women?"

"He said the truck was full," Old Chen replied.

"...You go to Sea Linglong and tell them the old master Fox has urgent business with Grandma Hedgehog. Have it parked there for now." Though old master Fox appeared slightly speechless, his lips curled up, revealing obvious delight.

Saying stuff about foreign girls is just talk, and there’s curiosity if they all have white behinds like in those short videos, capable of holding a wine glass.

But if they’re sent to chant in the Fox Immortal Temple, then the old master Fox is indeed interested, curious about what real hymns these foreign monks in his temple can chant.

It couldn’t possibly be...

Fox Immortal Daxian, sacred and beautiful, your dazzling light shines upon the earth, our hearts overflowing with passion as we come to your holy shrine, where your power dissolves all disputes...

"Xiaolan! Xiaolan!"

"Xiaolan, wake up fast! Sold it! Sold it, I scored a good deal for myself!"

Just as Ansheng was holding the phone and complaining to Old Chen about Chen Nian’s gift of foreign women, a voice filled with excitement from Ah Qing suddenly came from outside the door.

"Whimper!?"

With a face showing shock, Ansheng quickly shoved his phone into the sofa cushion of Tang You and rolled off to the balcony, pretending to go to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the tea plant on the balcony, along with a large cockroach, hurriedly leaned against the corner of the balcony, starting to cosplay as a big tree.

"Xiaolan?"

Ah Qing suddenly pushed open the dormitory door, stood on tiptoe, and looked towards her bed, but didn’t see the little fox.

Ah Qing paused, looking puzzled.

"Whimper~"

The little fox whimpered from the bathroom, along with some straining sounds.

"Xiaolan! Quick! Pinch it off, stop pulling, I’ll take you out for a grand meal now..."

"Oh, wait, you should work a little harder and clear everything out of your tummy. We’re going to have a big feast later!"

Filled with excitement, Ah Qing ran to the balcony, shouting joyfully towards the bathroom.

"So..... should I go or not?" Ansheng, his face with black lines, emerged from the bathroom, looking at Ah Qing at the door and retorted:

"Also, you just said, you sold yourself for a good price, what’s going on?"

"Did you get into a graduate program? Did a professor send you some allowance?"

"I didn’t pick up money! I earned it. Remember when we went home for the Mid-Autumn Festival and filmed at Sister Zhiyu’s resort?"

Ah Qing, brimming with joy, lunged forward and tightly hugged the little fox, rubbing his cheek vigorously:

"When we were leaving, didn’t Sister Zhiyu borrow my phone?"

"She said it was to subscribe some official account, but she secretly transferred us an advertisement fee! Today, when I went to buy farming tools, I accidentally typed 800 as 8000."

"Turns out, it showed a successful payment!"

"Hehehe... Now I’m a little rich lady!"

Chen Zhiyu, over WeChat, transferred two sums to Ah Qing, making a total of two hundred thousand.

The money sat there in the balance, but since Chen Zhiyu deleted the transaction info, Ah Qing didn’t know until today when buying tools, she found there was money in the account.

Following the transaction history, she then saw that Chen Zhiyu had secretly transferred the money to her.

"Waaaaa——You go!"

Ansheng, full of horror, lifted his hind paw, pushing hard against Ah Qing’s cheek, trying to push her away.

In the past, he wouldn’t refuse if Ah Qing pressed close.

But .....

Today, Ah Qing went to the farm and plowed two acres of land, covered in dirt from head to toe, and even had mud on her face.

"Waa-yaa-ya——Stop rubbing! My An’s white fox coat is going to turn into mush fox soon!"