The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 399 Master Fox (Paid)

A black van drove into the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall Square, bypassed the main gate area, and arrived at the village history exhibition hall located at the back.

[I, Chen Xiaojie, have failed my ancestors. I lost my savings in business, and the money my parents had saved for my future wife through stock trading. I borrowed from 38 different online lending platforms. After three months of quiet reflection at home, I had an epiphany. I've realized that in my current situation, I can only seek guidance from Mazu! — Chen Xiaojie, who was destitute at home, recently heard that his younger cousin was doing very well in America and had even donated eight million to the village to renovate the ancestral hall. After several days of deep contemplation, Chen Xiaojie felt he had achieved enlightenment.]

[Wish Fulfilled: Top Student's Life Turns Around]

As the procession of Master Fuli passed the ancestral hall, wisps of smoke could be faintly seen rising. A scruffy young man knelt before the gate of the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, lit an incense stick in a small incense burner beside the gate, and stared blankly at the gate.

The ancestral hall is not open 24/7. Having witnessed countless fires in other village ancestral halls, I know that the ancestral hall closes its gates at night, and the setting off of fireworks is prohibited in the vicinity.

Before leaving, Chen Xiaojie was unable to enter the ancestral hall and could only burn incense and offer sacrifices to his ancestors outside the door, asking for their blessings.

Chen Xiaojie's wish was promptly reflected on the wish list of Master Fuli.

"A top student's comeback?"

An Sheng was stunned to see his wish fulfilled. He subconsciously looked at Old Chen and asked, "Old Chen, wasn't that Chen Xiaojie from the village kneeling in front of the ancestral hall just now? What's going on with him?"

"Chen Xiaojie?"

Old Chen paused for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head and said, "We can't interfere with Xiao Jie's affairs. We don't need to worry about him. In a few days, he should resign from his post at Mazu's place."

"He was a top student who graduated from Jinling Institute of Technology. Later, he started a business in optical engineering, but lost everything. He was even besieged in his old house by debt collectors. If we hadn't outnumbered them and overturned their car, things might have turned out very differently."

As Old Chen walked toward the tea-making room, he casually mentioned Chen Xiaojie's situation.

With the inherent advantages of Changxi Town, coupled with the fact that Chen Xiaojie's parents are both highly educated and renowned provincial-level certified tea makers, their family income is no less than one million yuan.

Chen Xiaojie, who inherited the genes of both parents, showed outstanding learning and hands-on talent from a young age.

Perhaps because her school years went too smoothly, she argued with her family about her major when choosing a university in her senior year of high school.

His parents have a wide network of connections in agriculture and the tea industry, and they hope that Chen Xiaojie will choose agricultural science as his major.

The former, agriculture, allows one to enter a public institution, and with Xiao Jie's talent, it wouldn't be difficult for him to make a name for himself there. The latter is also considered inheriting a family business, and entering the industry would allow him to enter the upstream industrial chain.

But Chen Xiaojie chose Jinling Institute of Technology, wanting to work on high-tech things like airplanes and cannons, the kind of big, loud things that explode.

in fact.

Choosing Jinling Institute of Technology isn't a bad idea; it's part of the national defense construction path, and it's a respectable choice.

However, Chen Xiaojie declined the invitation from China Aerospace Science and Industry Corporation and chose to start his own business.

He almost made his parents sick with anger. The reason they went to university was to broaden their career options.

So, you started your own business?

Does that mean I wasted my time in college?

"Jinling Institute of Technology? Making airplanes and cannons?" An Sheng, who was being held at home by Lin Bingyun, was stunned.

"It seems he studied something like metasurface optics and photoelectric detection and guidance." Old Chen didn't know much about high technology; he only knew about Chen Xiaojie from casual conversations among the villagers.

"The field of metasurface optics startups can involve medical and health care as well as military engineering. If he really did receive an invitation from an aerospace group, it proves that he is a talent in every sense of the word," Lin Bingyun said.

"Is it that powerful?"

In a field he was unfamiliar with, Lao Chen had little knowledge of top students in optics; he only knew that Chen Xiaojie attended a prestigious university, and that the university was also a prestigious institution that helped build national defense projects.

"All I can say is that America is really good at taking care of people," An Sheng said, falling out of Lin Bingyun's arms.

If he remembers correctly, there was a pretty impressive female biology graduate who smuggled herself across the border, apparently trying to make quick money. Now, another high-achieving student who can build airplanes and cannons is preparing to ask Mazu for permission.

Chen Xiaojie didn't have an epiphany.

He was desperate for money and starving.

After An Sheng finished complaining, she didn't pay much attention to Chen Xiaojie's matter.

Chen Xiaojie clearly has Chen Nian's phone number.

However, inspired by them, An Sheng couldn't help but think... Perhaps...
Have the security bureau send Chen Nian a political education teacher by express delivery, and also send Chen Nian a package of people who want to make quick money or whose minds are not on the right path.

An Sheng felt that by doing this, she wouldn't need to watch TV dramas anymore; she would have a political thriller following her around, broadcasting news to her.

"It's truly a case of not caring about the scale of a funeral. Am I, An, such a wicked fox?"

An Sheng muttered to himself before entering the withering room to observe the withering process of the tea leaves.

Old Chen followed Master Fuli's data in the process of picking, processing, and withering the tea leaves.

An Sheng examined each tea leaf one by one, his brows furrowed, and quickly began selecting the tea leaves.

"Old Chen, how many kilograms of tea leaves are there in total?"

"To make good tea from this batch of tea leaves, I estimate it may require a yield of one pound from six pounds of tea leaves."

"Don't worry, Master Fuli. We've picked all the tea leaves except for the ones reserved for the autumn tea. If we're talking about the 6:1 ratio, we can get thirty catties of tea leaves from here."

The process of turning tea leaves into tea involves dehydration. Generally speaking, ordinary tea consists of four catties of tea leaves and one catty of tea leaves.

However, that logic doesn't apply to high-end teas or competition teas. When making special teas, the tea leaves need to be manually screened again, which makes the tea leaf loss rate even more alarming.

If five catties of raw tea leaves yield one catty of fresh tea, then the price of this tea will double when labor costs are taken into account.

But An Sheng didn't care about the losses. Even if the tea leaves cost only a few dozen yuan per kilogram, or even a hundred or two hundred yuan per kilogram, the bad ones would still be thrown away. The tea leaves that made the tea garden famous could not be treated carelessly.

Under the direction of Master Fuli, Lao Chen and Lin Bingyun also participated in the tea-making process.

They are mainly responsible for selecting tea leaves, but the tea-making process still requires Master Fuli to personally handle it, giving these tea leaves a special aroma.

Two hundred catties of fresh tea leaves, after going through a whole process, only thirty-three catties of tea remain when it comes to the drying stage.

After finishing the stir-frying process, An Sheng's paws were covered in a layer of green juice. He breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the steps of the ancestral hall.

Old Chen had already collapsed onto the ground.

"Master Fuli, that kid Ah Hong said he wants to hire you as a consultant, and also that all the tea you make from now on will be calculated at 30%." Old Chen said to Master Fuli as if he had thought of something.

"A dual-track system of consultants and profit sharing? Old Deng is quite ruthless when it comes to doing business!"

Hearing Lao Chen relay Yu Zhenghong's meaning, An Sheng couldn't help but chuckle. Although Lao Deng was a bit superstitious, he really didn't mince words when it came to making decisions!

To put it bluntly, the consultant system only requires An Sheng to spend two or three days each year visiting the tea garden to provide guidance or exchanging a few words via video, and he can only earn an annual salary of around 200,000 to 500,000 yuan.

The role of consultants is to be experts who improve the quality of tea gardens and establish standards.

It doesn't require much work, but it relies on technical skills.

The profit-sharing system is easier to understand: Lao Deng provides the tea leaves, he oversees the entire production process, and he gets 30% of the sales.

Thirty percent is already extremely generous. In this industry, giving 15% of sales is the norm, unless it's a national-level master or an intangible cultural heritage master.

"Let him decide on the consulting fee! As for profit sharing, forget it. A fixed price, a batch of tea, and a buyout fee of 200,000. That will save him from bothering me every day."

Take 30% of the sales revenue.

This is the treatment that only national-level masters or tea industry association-standard intangible cultural heritage masters are entitled to.

Since Lao Deng considers himself a national-level master, An Sheng naturally won't be polite and will offer the market price for a national-level rock tea master's buyout.

Money isn't important; what I want is peace and quiet, so that Lao Deng won't bother me with cheap tea leaves every day.

"Okay, I'll tell Ah Hong." Old Chen nodded, not finding the value outrageous.

The master charges this price.

Now, the fox spirit is personally frying the tea, and charging you this price is simply outrageous; it's perfectly reasonable.

(End of this chapter)