Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 724 - 722: Warning from the Strongest Legal Department in the Western Hemisphere

In the tea room of the tea factory, Yang Qingfeng cursed the boss of the neighboring tea factory, saying he didn't have an asshole.

Doing business like him, almost treating customers like fools, it's truly enviable.

Damn it, the seven-story self-built house even has an elevator, why haven't I had two daughters, always having sons, now I have to buy three sets of houses and cars.

The marriage customs in Tea Capital are different from those in Changxi Town, here the bride price is around two hundred thousand, the groom needs to prepare houses and cars, and the dowry depends on the family.

Unlike Changxi Town, where the bride's dowry is usually two or three times the bride price, some tycoons even prepare houses and cars, treating their son-in-law like a live-in, letting him work in the family business.

Lack of experience is not important, as long as you can help keep an eye on the financial ledgers and the cashier's USB drive of the branch office.

With the help of Yang Qingfeng, Ah Qing successfully obtained filming rights when visiting the first tea factory.

Yang Qingfeng is also willing to help throughout, providing explanations of the craftsmanship and principles, however, Ah Qing needs to do Yang Qingfeng a favor, in the future, whenever Ah Qing returns to Jiule City for a fishing trip, he should call him.

When catching big fish, he should hand the fishing rod to Yang Qingfeng to pull the line, he is desperate to fight big fish.

Yang Qingfeng did not hide these private transactions in the live broadcast room, he openly talked about it which left the audience in the live stream puzzled.

This tea factory is quite large, with an annual output of ten tons, considered a medium-sized tea factory.

All just for fishing, he spent the whole day around the broadcaster, isn't this absurd?

The talkative Yang Qingfeng, seeing the comments in the live stream, returned to the tea room in high spirits, placing a bottle of mineral water in front of the live camera, and shook the bottle:

"What you said makes a lot of sense, but fishing, for me, is not just a leisure activity, but a matter of dignity and face for Mr. Yang..."

[???]

The audience in the live stream stared at the bottle of mineral water, with Mr. Yang barking furiously, full of question marks, completely confused about why he would shake a bottle while talking.

"This is... fish! There are fish in the mineral water bottle!" Compared to viewers watching through the camera, Ah Qing, observing with his phone, was stunned with surprise looking at the tiny transparent fish fry inside the mineral water bottle.

"Yes, I spent a whole day casting lures but didn't catch any big fish, yet while washing the bait tray, I netted three small fish fry...." Yang Qingfeng opened the macro function on his phone to showcase the fish fry he caught in the live broadcast.

With the macro lens, the newborn fish fry, smaller than a needle, appeared as large as a fist, the three little fish lazily swam inside the mineral water bottle.

Originally, Yang Qingfeng intended to keep the catch of three small fish a secret, planning to raise them secretly for a few months, then during the New Year, boast to his fishing buddies: I caught big fish on New Year.

But because of the deal with Ah Qing, he lost interest in the fish fry, planning to release them soon.

Ah Qing's fishing rod hasn't caught fish yet, even if the fish aren't big in weight, but their status is top-notch.

Ah Qing agreed to lend me the fishing rod to pull, the curse of fishing enthusiasts has been broken.

At that time, inscribe the scientific name of the fish on the tombstone!

"....."

Ah Qing's eyes were fixed on the mineral water bottle, whispering complaints to the little fox on his shoulder:

"Xiaolan... I feel that the fishing stories Uncle Yang just told us in the tea room might be made up to fool us."

"Ah Qing, you have to understand, it's not uncommon for anglers to fail, but for Old Yang to catch fish fry, that's real skill." Ansheng nodded confidently at Ah Qing:

"Besides in fish farms, how could you possibly see fish fry outside, fish fry are very light-averse. But Old Yang could catch them, you have to admit that Old Yang's fishing skills are strong!"

"Seems... makes sense?" Ah Qing was stunned, nodding in contemplation.

In the midst of Yang Qingfeng's boasting, the atmosphere in the live stream comments was jovial, teasing Old Yang's fish fry.

But Old Yang didn't mind at all, even faintly displaying a smug expression, knowing that in the future, he would be the one to catch the big fish on Ah Qing's fishing rod, today's mockery is just evidence for a future face-off.

At that time, he would one by one mention them to watch his video of catching big fish.

The tea factory live stream gradually came to a close, Ah Qing invited Old Yang to his home for dinner as thanks for lending him the factory for the live stream and treating him to lunch.

"Ah Qing, I can smell Lin Ying, she seems to be at the tea stall opposite, I'm going to find her to hang out."

Back at home sitting at the tea stall for a while, Ansheng checked the time, glanced at Ah Qing in conversation, and spoke.

Old Deng was very enthusiastic about Yang Qingfeng's visit, being involved in tea garden and branding, but having significant investments in tea factory production, currently outsourcing tea leaves to family workshops for production.

Old Yang's tea factory is actually considered a large one, although not comparable to tea enterprises with hundreds or thousands of tons of production.

But Old Deng is very interested in collaborating, discussing the mass production of Qing'an's rations tea.

"Did you see Sister Lin? That's fine, but remember to be back in an hour, we're going out for dinner tonight."

Ah Qing checked the time and looked at his dad getting chummy with Uncle Yang, advising the little fox.

"Don't worry! I have a sense of time..." Ansheng was full of confidence, not patting his chest this time.

Ansheng turned around, jumped out from the window ledge, moved along the wall to avoid the crowded street, and as he walked on the street, his mind occasionally flashed with golden light from granting wishes.

But Ansheng didn't have time to check, hurriedly returned to the hotel Ah Qing infused.

"Housekeeper Lin!"

Master Fuli knocked on the room door, uttering a gentle murmur.

A moment later, footsteps came from inside, Lin Bingyun appeared at the door, opening it.

In the room, besides Lin Ying, Master Fuli also saw Lin Qi sitting on the couch, crossing his legs bouncing his foot, holding a mobile phone playing games.

"Master Fuli. Principal Li, around three in the afternoon today, sent you a document, I have printed it and placed it on the table for you."

Lin Bingyun followed Master Fuli, reporting today's work summary.

Old Li sent a message.

Wang Qiqi made a call, asking when Master Fuli would return, the people from Dao League have arrived.

"What document?"

Ansheng greeted Lin Ying and picked up the stack of papers on the table, reading the title [Vimal and Peace Island Document and Attachments].

Ansheng opened the document and was stunned, eyes widening at the pictures attached.

"Lin Ying...is... is this legal?"

The first printed picture was a distant view of an island, the size unclear, but with a Disney Princess castle.

Another picture, a close-up, taken from inside the castle, showed a medieval town in front of the castle.

The town's residents were all dressed in medieval Europe attire, with wooden architecture, and in a clearing similar to a square was a large well.

[Peace Island]...

It's an island built by Vimal for personal use and hosting friends, experiencing aristocratic life on the island. The island residents know nothing of the outside world, living in medieval times, treating the nobles as "gods."

The island has eighty thousand residents, living self-sufficiently till today.

"Absurd..." Master Fuli