The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 483 Lin Tong's Flowing Skirt

"Master Fuli, let's go!"

The car stopped in front of the manor, where Lin Bingyun, who had been waiting, opened the door for Lin Ying. Lin Ying stepped out of the back seat, straightened up, glanced sideways, and reached out to take Master Fuli's arm.

"I have a feeling that something's not right."

An Sheng took Lin Ying's hand, got out of the back seat, and looked at Lin Ying, saying.

Is there something wrong?

Lin Ying looked at Master Fuli, smiled, and said to him, "After all, you were the one who took me in back then. Now, I'm holding your hand and formally inviting you to the banquet to show my sincerity."

"Is that how it's explained?" An Sheng slowly typed a question mark, looking at Lin Ying who was smiling, and couldn't help but feel the urge to complain.

Don't think I haven't watched British dramas! Our current positioning looks like a mother and child.

Although An Sheng was inwardly grumbling, he didn't take it to heart. After all, he had come to Lin Ying's house to do business, so there was no point in explaining himself.

It's better to just brush it off casually, and then when the banquet starts, I'll smash it with a hammer and go home.

Master Fuli was overjoyed, believing that after tonight, his wisdom would be greatly enhanced on his wish list, turning him into a wise fox.

Wow—it's white-haired!

Among the crowd watching the entrance to the manor, the girl looked at An Sheng with surprise and let out a gasp.

"I wouldn't dare say such a thing."

The well-dressed man next to the girl quickly covered her mouth, looking around apologetically. He then chuckled and said to his fellow tribesmen, "Little girl, she just woke up and is still a bit dazed. She's just babbling nonsense."

"Woo?"

The girl looked at her father with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he was covering her mouth.

Her doubts remained unanswered.

Because his father is still wondering, didn't Chairman Lin's whole family take a truckload of columbarium materials?

Why are you leading a little boy out like this now?

Where did this boy come from?
I dare not think about it. If I keep thinking about it, I might be forced to drive drunk into the river.

Wow! It's a road roller!

The question of Master Fuli's identity caused a stir among the crowd, but no one discussed it, because Lin Ying, who had brought the boy to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, would surely introduce the boy's identity to everyone later.

As the little girl approached the manor, she saw a road roller parked by the roadside. Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, pulling her father to look at the road roller.

"Huh? Why is there a road roller here?" The girl's father asked, his face full of confusion.

…………

"Grandma!"

A girl dressed in a mutated Lolita tutu waited at the entrance to the second floor of the manor. She sat on a leather-covered stool, swinging her legs with a bored expression, until she saw the gorgeously dressed Lin Ying enter, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Lin Tongshu looked delighted and grabbed Lin Ying's leg, shouting happily.

"We're both losing? Why are you sitting at the top of the stairs?"

Upon seeing Lin Tongshu, Lin Ying was taken aback, not understanding why the little guy was here.

Although the Lin family's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was called a family dinner, the atmosphere was more business-like than family-like. The children were led by their respective housekeepers to eat, drink, and play in the auditorium on the third floor and did not participate in the banquet.

"Young master, Lin Tong lost," Lin Bingyun said softly, introducing the person in front of her to Master Fuli.

The old man was referring to Elder Lin Wu of the great clan.

"I do not know!"

Lin Tongshu hugged Lin Ying's leg, tilted his little head up with a big smile, and said mysteriously, "Great-Grandma, come closer."

"Just tell me what's wrong." Seeing this, An Sheng forcefully stepped between Lin Ying and Lin Tongshu, pulling Lin Tongshu off Lin Ying.

Master Fuli stood in front of Lin Ying, looking at Lin Tongshu with a wary expression.

"You spoiled brat!" Lin Tong puffed out her cheeks and glared at Master Fu Li with a "nee- ...

“My dad said that when you call your great-great-grandfather later, all the grandpas and grandmas in the family might collectively pressure you to resign.”

"Daddy told me to give this to you." As Lin Tongshu spoke, in front of Lin Ying, he took something out of the metal frame inside the tutu.

A brand-new .50 caliber revolver was brazenly raised by Lin Tongshu.

The bright silver, straight barrel was as long as an adult's forearm, and its weight should be no less than five pounds.

An Sheng's eyes widened in surprise; she had never expected that the girl's tutu could open like an umbrella.

Lin Tong took out an object, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lifted her left tutu and pulled out a fully automatic rifle and a drum magazine from the metal stand, handing them to Lin Bingyun.

"Um"

"That's all Dad said. He said that Great-Grandma understood things as soon as she saw them."

Lin Tongshu lowered her skirt, waved to Lin Ying with a grin, and said, "Dad also said that after handing the things to Great-Grandma, I should go back and play on my phone immediately."

"Okay, I'm going back to playing on my phone now."

Under the watchful eyes of An Sheng and Lin Ying, Lin Tongshu gracefully lifted her tutu, revealing her round-toed leather shoes, and ran happily toward the auditorium on the third floor.

At the age of five or six, she didn't understand what a coup meant.

But she knew that as long as she took the things from the underground shooting range to her great-grandmother, she would get an extra hour of phone time today.

"Can I call the police and report the clan elder?" An Sheng looked at Lin Ying blankly and said, "Hiring child laborers!"

"The old man must be held back and can't leave," Lin Ying said to Lin Wu. Then, she used the gun-concealing technique she had learned when she was studying in Amei to subtly hide the revolver under the hem of her skirt.

Lin Bingyun took a step to the left and gently lifted Lin Ying's skirt with a natural expression.

The automatic rifle she carried was nowhere to be seen. If it weren't for the fact that the drum magazine was so large that it made the hem of her tuxedo bulge slightly, An Sheng would have thought she was hallucinating.

"Ami's Iaijutsu is a prerequisite skill." Lin Bingyun said to Master Fuli with a smile.

"The revolver can empty the magazine in one second, making it a great help in the Western showdown."

An Sheng withdrew her gaze, her lips twitching. She simply couldn't understand what American exchange students were learning every day. Even when Lin Ying said she was proficient in gunfighting, An Sheng believed her.

Lin Tong's arrival was just a side story, but she brought new news.

The clan elders who colluded with the Longevity Club and issued the Fox Hunt Order have reached a consensus and are preparing to force Lin Ying to resign.

The elder of the clan prepared firearms for Lin Ying, and his intention was quite clear: whoever spoke up would be the target of the gun.

Let the two mouths kiss each other and see whose is harder.

but.

An Sheng gleaned something else from the elder's arrangements.

The elder clan leader probably didn't participate in those messy affairs.

If he knew about the Longevity Club, he wouldn't be sending Lin Ying firearms now, but rather a revolver grenade launcher or a rocket launcher, providing her with some heavy firepower.

Despite the elder's reminder, Lin Ying's expression remained unchanged. She calmly and slowly took Master Fuli's hand and rode the elevator into the permanent fortifications.

"Steward Lin, notify everyone to assemble in the basement hall. The patriarch is preparing to announce the new clan leader."

Lin Ying sat in the boss's chair, glanced around, and saw Lin Zhe, who was already sitting there with a confident expression. He didn't even play his favorite game, King of Glory. She then spoke to Lin Bingyun.

An Sheng didn't pay attention to those things; instead, she silently raised her head and looked at the lampshade on the ceiling.

A rectangular shadow outline.

It appears above the softbox.

"The elevator's maximum load capacity is only one ton, how did Lao Feng and his men manage to get the stuff in here?"

(End of this chapter)