The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 276 A-Qing, Lin Ying, and the Lucky Fox
"By the way, is there any necessary connection between avian influenza and poultry smuggling?"

Although I'm angry at Chen Nian's behavior for being so weak, sometimes I really have to admit that Chen Nian is just lucky.

He went to sea to work and was appreciated by a benefactor. He became famous in the local area. Although Chen Nian's rise was short-lived, he happened to meet the well-connected Master Fuli.

Master Fuli helped Chen Nian up, and Chen Nian immediately straightened up again. Moreover, it seemed that during the half month he was in prison, he became the emperor of the prison, and was even able to bring his fellow inmates who had not yet finished their sentences out of prison.

An Sheng now strongly suspects that the birdman, who was born in the same village as A Qing, may also be a spirit.

otherwise.

An Sheng couldn't understand why Chen Nian, who was in shackles, could fight four people in prison and be locked in a small dark room to reflect on her actions without being injured.

"Bird flu and poultry smuggling?"

Lin Ying, who was packing up to go out with Master Fuli, was taken aback when she heard Master Fuli muttering something. She asked, "Master Fuli, you must be talking about the American bird flu last month, right?"

"Yes," An Sheng said, looking at Lin Ying with curiosity, "I saw netizens discussing this in the comments section when I was scrolling through short videos."

"What does bird flu have to do with smuggling? It's actually very simple. It's because of three super-large poultry and livestock companies that have cross-shareholdings. Just like there are business leaders and giants in the financial industry, America's traditional industries are also controlled by families."

"The Chicken King family controls the entire upstream and downstream enterprises in the industry chain." Lin Ying looked at Master Fuli and said, "When the bird flu broke out, the Federation allocated 600 million dollars to the poultry industry to help the Chicken King family accelerate the resumption of production and mitigate the impact of bird flu."

"But the money is already in our pockets. We can only make a little money selling eggs and chicken. If we want to speed up production, we need to hire extra people to carry out disinfection. Otherwise, the chicks will just die if we put them on the farm."

"Good heavens, they take the money but don't do the job! Isn't the Chicken King afraid that others will come and steal his business? Raising chickens doesn't seem like a high-barrier-to-entry industry, does it?" An Sheng raised a new question about Lin Ying's explanation.

"They're not afraid, or rather, they're fearless. First of all, the market share in the poultry industry is what it is. Wealthy individuals with the capacity for large-scale investment don't care about those profits, and small businesses that want to grab market share will face suppression from the chicken king family as soon as they start production," Lin Ying said.
"The situation is exactly as I described. Capable families don't want what they want, and those who do want it don't have the ability. This creates a premium in the poultry market, which in turn generates profits and encourages some criminals to take risks."

"This is artificially manipulated scarcity. The chicken king has taken both federal funding and premium profits."

While changing clothes, Lin Ying casually explained to An Sheng the inevitability of bird flu and smuggling.

Of course, she didn't tell the whole story, because it also involved customizing laws and profiting from the stock market.

If those things were explained in detail, Master Fuli would probably fall asleep immediately. It's extremely boring and tedious. Unless Master Fuli goes into stock trading, there's really not much difference between knowing or not knowing.

"Well"

An Sheng looked enlightened, finally understanding why the foreign lawyer the Lin family had arranged for Chen Nian had said that after dealing with the former boss, Chen Nian would go to Texas to engage in smuggling.

Because that business is basically making money off of others!

They look down on the big shots and powerful figures, but by spending some lobbying fees, they can directly make money for free, thus accumulating initial capital more quickly.

So it seems Lin Ying's connections really do work.

The overseas Lin family did not cheat Chen Nian at all; instead, through their lawyer, they paved a smooth road for him.

"If that kid doesn't bring back a couple of foreign horses for Master Fuli when he goes back to China, then don't blame Master Fuli for being ruthless and having Lin Ying arrange for him to go into the arena to glue shoe soles," An Sheng muttered to himself.

………………

After changing her clothes, Lin Ying didn't arrange for too many people to accompany her on her trip. The reason she had brought servants was because Master Fuli was going out to play, so that they could take good care of him.

This time, Lin Ying was going to see off Master Gui Fuli, and she took Lin Bingyun and Lin Shu with her when she went out.

"嘤嘤."

On the way to the airport, An Sheng, sitting in Lin Ying's lap, hummed a little tune, making soft, melodious sounds, and looked exceptionally happy.

Being with Lin Ying was indeed quite enjoyable.

However, life is also quite monotonous. There is no need to worry about any risks or emergencies. Everything is arranged by someone, and you only need to go there to enjoy top-notch service.

The service was so good that even An Sheng felt like she was in a dream.

When visiting the Terracotta Warriors, although you can't directly dig a tunnel to get in, you can wait until the park closes and everyone leaves, but the staff will still stay there to provide one-on-one service.

They really did come out pushing a wheelchair, so Lin Ying and she could sit in it and be pushed around. The food they tasted was all the best and most authentic Qin cuisine from the area.

But those people always maintained a polite smile.

An Sheng felt that although the dishes tasted delicious, they really didn't have any of the warmth or savory flavor of home cooking.

It's as if there's a natural barrier between the two.

Perhaps because she had become rich too quickly, her temperament couldn't keep up, and An Sheng felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Lin Ying was used to this, and everything seemed so natural to her.

"Master Fuli".

Upon arriving at the airport VIP lounge, Lin Ying suddenly looked at Master Fu Li, who was playing on his phone, and said:

"Are you free around the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival? I'd like to invite you to my home to celebrate the festival. I should be home around 9 p.m.

An Sheng turned to look at Lin Ying, smiled, nodded, and said, "Of course!"

"However, you might have to book me a plane ticket, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to get back to Xia Dong in time!"

Lin Ying has a very wide network of connections, but according to An Sheng's observation, she doesn't seem to have any very close friends.

Lin Ying invited her, and An Sheng naturally agreed to go. However, An Sheng was unaware that although the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday was only three days long, A Qing would spend a lot of money to go home for the holiday every year at her father's insistence.

Ah Qing will definitely bring An Sheng with her when she goes home.

An Sheng then agreed to go to Lin Ying's house.

"Miss, I see Miss Yu. She came out from VIP Gate 2. You can walk straight for 200 meters from the VIP room and turn left. You will see her there."

Lin Ying's WeChat rang with a voice call. After she answered the call, she heard Lin Bingyun's voice.

Lin Bingyun, sitting in the monitoring room with the airline's leaders, informed Lin Ying about A Qing's route.

"Ah."

Lin Ying responded softly, picked up Master Fuli and walked out of the VIP room together. With Lin Bingyun's directions, they found A Qing and Mo Yiqing dragging suitcases.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Wow! Ah Qing, Ah Qing, over here! Fox is over here! Master, Master, look over here!"

A fox's soft whimper echoed through the terminal hall. The melodious and clear whimper, when it reached A-Qing's ears, translated into a single sentence.

The fox kept calling out "Ah Qing, Ah Qing," and it even picked up a bit of a crosstalk accent.

Aqing was stunned, turned around with an incredulous look on her face, and looked at the place behind her where the moaning had come from.

A woman with a cool and aloof expression was holding a white fox in her arms.

The white fox, beaming with joy, waved in his direction and called out his own name.

"Little An?!"

After a brief moment of disorientation, Ah Qing stared wide-eyed in shock and called out the name of the little fox opposite her.

Mo Yiqing, who was handling business at the time, was startled when he heard A Qing's shocked exclamation and turned around.

When she saw An Sheng, her eyes widened in equal surprise:

"Fuck!"

"Your little fox is here? Then who was that fox you were video chatting with just now? Holy crap!"

(End of this chapter)