The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 609 A Happy Day

"Hey?"

Upon seeing Lin Ying squatting by the roadside petting a dog, An Sheng's face contorted into a strange expression as he looked at Lin Ying and spoke.

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Lin Ying paused, glancing at the dog building its den in the roadside bushes, then at Mo Mo and the musician, before finally looking at Master Fu Li and smiling as she said:
"actually."

"I had a lot of fun today."

Lin Ying spoke softly, but because there were other people present, she did not explain her feelings about why she was happy.

He simply picked up the old man, Fuli, smiled, and returned to the doghouse, raising his paw to "suck and suck".

Lin Ying felt happy for a very important reason: after skipping work, she once again experienced a long-lost sense of "realness".

Born into a large clan like the Lin family, all children, from the day they are born, except for one time when they come of age and can exercise their family rights, will mostly choose to inherit the family business built by their ancestors.

There is no distinction between men and women, nor between those with different abilities.

A useless man can marry a capable wife, and an incompetent woman can also be used as a tool to find a good match.

Compared to so-called hard work, maintaining the inheritance of wealth is what is truly necessary for the Lin family's powerful elite.

Lin Ying was born, and in the future, she will inevitably become the retired emperor of the Lin clan's treasury.

The investment department is Lin Ying's own ability.

Because of this inevitability, most of the time, the information Lin Ying could hear and know contained a great deal of distortion and data manipulation.

Everything, including life itself, is quantifiable data. Decisions involving grassroots management are also just fluctuations in decimal points on reports and changes in dates.

A single human life can be valued at a maximum of 1.2 million. Risk alerts will not be triggered if the annual death toll does not fall below the threshold.

Triggering an alarm only results in lower-level managers going to jail for mismanagement and being fined for rectification.

A layoff, fluctuations in account funds, and a meager year-end financial statement.

For some top-level managers, information distortion and paper-based approaches are inevitable.

The decisions they need to make are about direction, not about a single screw in a factory, or trivial matters like a market research worker applying for reimbursement for water purchases.

This is like a VR game. Lin Ying only needs to issue an order, and the relevant departments will refine the details of the order and transmit it to the grassroots level layer by layer for implementation.

The Lin Group is shrouded in a sense of "illusion," where everything is quantifiable as gain or loss.

For Lin Ying, what felt real were the people around her who had no vested interest in the relationship.

A large part of Lin Ying's depression stems from her loss of "reality".

Lin Ying feels happy now because, without realizing it, she feels like she has stepped into the real world.

Master Fuli is real, and he is a real person, not just the paper data we see in the past, nor the means he uses to weigh the gains and losses, nor the shady ways he employs to achieve his goals.

"Master Fuli"

"Hey?"

"How about I skip work and come visit you after I finish my work?" Lin Ying asked secretly.

An Sheng slowly typed a question mark, not knowing how to respond to what Lin Ying had said.

After you finish your work, can you still call it skipping work?

Your situation is called "justifiably taking a vacation." You can grab your supervisor by the neck, slap the project documents in his face, and loudly demand your legal right to take a vacation.

but
Lin Ying's actions of choking someone and demanding a vacation have touched upon areas of An Sheng's ignorance.

Chairman
Aren't they all just sightseeing trips? They only have a low chance of standing out at company annual meetings.

An Sheng's biggest knowledge of the chairman was that Lao Deng issued a document that raised everyone's salary by 1,000 yuan. Otherwise, An Sheng might not have known that the tea company he used to work for actually had a chairman.

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After petting the dog by the roadside, Lin Ying waved to Butler Lin, then picked up Master Fuli and left.

Lin Bingyun glanced at the dog, then returned to the tour bus and took out a storage box and some food.

She placed the food in front of the mother dog, who happily ate it, completely unaware that her puppies were being packed into a box by Lin Bingyun.

By the time it came to its senses, all four cubs had been put into the storage box.

The hunting dog's expression changed drastically, and it prepared to bare its teeth and snatch its puppies back. But Lin Bingyun reacted quickly, grabbing the hunting dog by the scruff of its neck and lifting it up under its dazed gaze. Lin Bingyun carried a suitcase in her left hand and the mother dog in her right, walking towards the tour bus.

As she was leaving, Lin Bingyun thought for a moment, then looked at the earth hunter and said:

"I don't know if you understand, but Miss Lin will take care of your food, clothing, and lodging from now on."

"You've done a great service. After you've had your fill of food, we'll send you to a homeless home in a villa in a couple of days."

Lin Bingyun put the dogs in the car, and in less than a moment, a beef rib bigger than the dogs was placed in front of the mother dog, almost crushing her.

"Wang?"

The mother dog sat on the ground, her expression clearly blank. She looked at the half-steak stewed in clear broth, then at the puppies in the storage box.

finally.

The mother dog lay on her side on the ground, raised her hind legs, looked at Lin Bingyun, raised her head, and pointed to her belly.

or
Why don't you have a bite or two? Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing for us to eat such a big piece of meat for nothing.

Lin Bingyun looked strange and waved her hands repeatedly in refusal.

And on the other side.

Having just stepped off the tank, Ah Qing and Tang You, their faces still beaming with excitement, spotted the little fox waving at them from the entrance.

"Xiao An!"

When Ah Qing saw the little fox return, she walked happily to Lin Ying, picked him up, and rubbed her face against his cheek.

"You naughty boy, you actually ran away secretly! Now you're almost having separation anxiety!"

Ah Qing looked at the little fox with a big smile on her face.

"I really miss A-Qing." An Sheng climbed up A-Qing's shoulder with a contented look, the whole fox hanging around A-Qing's neck, and began to whine mournfully:

"You have no idea! Those roads were so bad, I almost knocked my bell off. The ground was covered in mud, and I almost didn't know where to step."

“In this regard, it has to be you, A-Qing!” An Sheng nuzzled A-Qing affectionately.

Archaeological excavations are not fun; whether you're tired or not is secondary.

The main problem is the dirty and chaotic environment, and the old rice dumplings inside the ruins even like to spit.

If it weren't for the fact that we were on the road and Wang Ya hadn't helped her clean herself with bottled water and wet wipes, she would be all red right now, looking like the head of the proctology department had just cleaned her anus, covered in blood.

No matter how beautiful the place, nothing beats snuggling into Ah Qing's arms, completing the union, and then going out for a stroll and some food with her.

"Is it muddy inside the repair shop?" Ah Qing looked at the little fox with a puzzled expression.

In her memory, those 4S car repair shops were all quite clean, with a layer of plastic covering the floor.

"You couldn't have gone and stepped in some mud, could you?" Ah Qing pinched the fox's little hand, examined its paws, and looked at An Sheng with a suspicious expression.

"I'm not stupid, but I'm pretty much the same, it's all greasy stuff," An Sheng waved her hand.

"But do we have anything to eat right now? I'm starving after saving the world."

"Want to eat? Sure! But we'll have to wait a little while. We'll go to the east side of the city for seafood, and we can even try shrimp fishing."

Ah Qing smiled and said to the little fox.

With Tang You leading the way, along with Tang You's brother and friends, they were able to experience attractions in parks that were only open at specific times, and even visit the fish farms of some large-scale saline-alkali water aquaculture enterprises in the northern border region.

Ah Qing was having a lot of fun, but the viewers in the live stream were dumbfounded.

This is the first time I've ever heard of a tank having a 360-degree angle.

It was the first time I had ever heard of witnessing a salvo of Katyusha rockets in the Steel Park, experiencing throwing loud training grenades, and being able to pick up a machine gun and sweep across the target range in front of me.

Ah Qing picked up the heavy machine gun, emptied the magazine, and fired six hundred rounds of ammunition, sending smoke billowing from the mound.

The gun barrel was almost red-hot.

The things Ah Qing was playing left not only the viewers in the live stream dumbfounded, but also the locals.

No!

Dude, do we have any of these things to do in our Steel Park? Don't they all say electronic simulation games?
How come Ah Qing can shoot live ammunition and even use an old-fashioned rocket launcher that the Northern Army Group has phased out? Are you people treating us locals like foreigners?
(End of this chapter)