The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 481 Worshiping God, Deduct 500
"It's worked, sir!"

Master Fuli emerged naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. On his head were a pair of snow-white, slightly translucent triangular fox ears. He looked at Lin Ying's location with a smug expression.

It's like enjoying the pleasure of a successful prank.

The makeup artists in the dressing room were initially taken aback, but then a variety of exaggerated expressions came out.

One person even fell straight to the ground, rolled their eyes, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

"Praying to gods during work hours will result in a deduction of 500," Lin Ying said casually, glancing at the makeup artists.

"Oh"

As Lin Ying spoke calmly, the makeup artists regained their composure. However, they were all carefully examining Master Fuli, their eyes revealing different and complex thoughts.
The culture of ancestor worship and praying to deities for blessings is deeply rooted in every individual in the Xiadong region due to historical and contemporary factors.

When faced with disasters that are beyond human control, people will have a deep-seated hope that there is something that transcends natural factors and can counteract natural disasters.

In the past, it would have been considered a natural disaster.

In today's context, it might be something else.

I witnessed the naked manifestation of Lord Fuli.

After their initial panic, the makeup artists' second thought was that the master might have some magic power!

If it can talk, it's at most a demon; you can't worship it.

If it has a human form, then it has attained immortality.

Lin Ying clearly knew what everyone was thinking, and casually said that she would deduct five hundred, which immediately refreshed and alerted everyone.

The Fortune Fox Lord may indeed be very powerful.

But if I burn incense and paper money during work hours, Chairman Lin will deduct five hundred dollars from my pay!

Under Lin Ying's forceful suppression, the makeup artists regained their previous focus. Even those who had fainted from excitement were revived by their companions and began working again.

"Master Fuli, please move to the dressing room."

The tailors picked up the clothes and assisted Master Fuli in changing his attire.

Because Master Fuli will be attending a banquet with Lin Ying later. Although their outfits are different, the fabric and color are the same. It is a kind of silk with a matte texture, but when the light shines on them, it will shimmer like a blue wave.

"Well"

Black overalls, a brown shirt, and a black tie—in An Sheng's eyes, the coat, which resembled Harry Potter's wizard robes, made up a complete outfit.

An Sheng looked at herself in the mirror, frowned, her triangular earrings twitched, and she asked the tailor:
Do I have a leather turtleneck sweater with me?

"Uh, no." The tailor was taken aback and explained to Master Fuli, "Leather jackets are not suitable for evening banquets. Even if you wear one, it will only be for decoration. Miss Lin's attire is more inclined towards silk. However, you have a pair of leather gloves."

"Really? That's a real shame."

Looking at herself in the mirror, An Sheng lifted the two slings over her shoulders to cover her mouth and nose, and said with a face full of regret, "I feel that if I could cosplay the Tyrant from Resident Evil for tonight's banquet, I'm sure my makeup and styling would definitely stun everyone."

“Okay, we will take note of your preferences regarding fabrics.” The tailor’s lips twitched, but out of a sense of responsibility to her employer, she still meticulously recorded Mr. Fuli’s preferences for clothing fabrics.

The quality of a garment is determined by its fabric and cut. For example, Lin Ying likes fine silks and satins, so the knitwear she wears is made from different kinds of fine silks and satins, and then the tailor chooses the finished cut.

Since Master Fuli prefers leather, we might need to contact a leather supplier.

but
Given Lord Fuli's appearance and height, trying to use a leather jacket to emphasize the tyrant's domineering aura is futile.
The tailor could only say that she felt the pressure, if all tyrants looked like Master Fuli.

Games will probably all be categorized as female-oriented and child-rearing-oriented.

After changing his clothes, Master Fuli sat down next to Lin Ying. The makeup artist stepped forward and began to style his long, gray-white hair, matching the style of Master Fuli's attire.

However, while trimming his bangs, Master Fuli suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; he had a premonition of something amiss. ...

"Let's go!"

After finishing her makeup and styling, Lin Ying went to the living room on the first floor and looked at An Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa with a leather backpack next to her and playing on her phone. She reached out her hand.

"Well"

Upon seeing Lin Ying, who was wearing high heels and whose height had jumped to over 1.73 meters, An Sheng reached out and grasped Lin Ying's hand. He stood up from the sofa, tentatively pulled on Lin Ying's waist and hid behind her, his figure perfectly concealed behind Lin Ying.

Lin Ying looked at the Fortune Fox Lord circling around her with a puzzled expression: "Fortune Fox Lord, what's going on?"

"Hiding behind you, I'll jump out later and randomly scare a few lucky audience members to death."

An Sheng smiled and then picked up a wide-brimmed hat and put it on his head to cover his ears.

"." Lin Ying's expression turned strange.

When you and I attend together later, it will be frightening enough that we don't even need to say a word.

They might be completely confused, wondering who you are.
Lin Ying sat in the extended Maybach, took out a bottle of iced cola for Master Fuli, and Lin Shu drove towards the location of the Lin family manor, while Lin Ying focused on feeding him.

On the third floor of the Lin family manor, in the study, Lin Zhe sat in a secluded spot, his face indifferent. He glanced at the group of people who came out of the study out of the corner of his eye, saw their aged appearance, and then looked away, continuing to light his cigar.

Lin Zhe didn't speak. He simply placed the cigar in front of the incense burner and used burning wood to heat the cigar, watching calmly as the flames spread to the cigar.

"Dear elders..."

"You don't need to look at me anymore. Hasn't the answer always been right in front of you? Grandfather's final choice will inevitably be Lin Ying, and it can only be her."

Lin Zhe turned around, placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, and said with a lazy expression, "A maternal relative is still just a maternal relative. Her grandfather was the great-grandfather's biological brother."

"So, you bastard, you invited us here just to spout this nonsense?"

"You're trying to sow discord within our clan." With the help of the two men, Lin Huasi sat down in a European-style armchair, placed his cane beside him, and looked at the mixed-race bastard with a cold gaze, showing no trust whatsoever.

"Mongrel or not."

Lin Zhe said with a relaxed expression, "So what if I'm a bastard? I am still my great-grandfather's illegitimate child, a illegitimate child born in the Lin clan's stronghold."

"The information I have access to and the biological science I have encountered are beyond the reach of ordinary people like you who are kept in captivity."

Lin Zhe laughed intermittently and said, "Don't let my words fool you; you're just ordinary people."

"Actually, what I'm thinking in my heart is..."

"Where did this lowly person come from, daring to put on such a nasty face in front of me, a new human?"

Lin Huasi's eyes twitched. Seeing that the other elderly people didn't seem inclined to speak, she snorted coldly:

"You worthless child born to a French slut, your family is so poor they can't even afford to eat, yet you still act all high and mighty. Your mother went to a crazy bitch club for a clearance sale, picked up plastic bags from the trash can, and stuffed them into her own body."

"You picked it up from the trash can in every possible way!"

Although old woman Lin Huasi was physically weak, her words were extremely aggressive, and she punched Lin Zhe's mother in her vital areas.

One sentence is foul, another is rotten.

"You poor bastard, you have no capital, yet you dare to act so arrogantly in front of us. If you utter another word that displeases us, we'll sink you, you bastard, into the sea tonight!"

Lin Zhe's lips twitched; he truly hadn't expected the old woman in front of him to be so aggressive.

(End of this chapter)