CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42 - JIU LE TEA STREET BULLY (PLEASE COLLECT, FOLLOW, AND VOTE MONTHLY)

"Boohoohoo—Little Fox!"

Yu Xueqing rolled around on the bed, hugging the little fox. Today’s live streaming sales results almost rendered Ah Qing speechless.

In the past, watching live streamers on the Note platform sell goods so quickly and lucratively, she felt confident trying it herself.

But when it was her turn to be a live streamer, things were different.

Not only did she not make money, but she also ended up losing some.

Though losing four yuan wasn’t much, for Yu Xueqing, who had yet to enter the workforce, it felt like getting smacked by society.

Four hours of hard work, and instead of earning anything, she ended up losing four yuan.

Ah Qing felt extremely wronged, crying loudly while lying on her bed.

"Wah wah wah...."

Ansheng looked on helplessly, the little fox spread out, letting Yu Xueqing cry onto it and softly patting her head with its paw, as if to comfort her.

Making money is tough, eating crap is tougher—a timeless truth.

Famous entrepreneurs or those frequently participating in live sales; each one had to fight their way to success to earn countless opportunities for exposure.

Who cares about those who aren’t successful?

After lulling Yu Xueqing to sleep, Ansheng sneaked over to Lin Ying’s house for an extra meal.

Ah Qing felt all wronged.

Lin Ying felt miserable.

Ansheng believed it was Old Chen’s fault! Something was wrong with the village vibes, and they needed to pick an auspicious day to make a sacrifice with a village head named Old Chen!

Ansheng went home, cuddled up to Ah Qing’s waist, and fell asleep.

...

The next morning.

Ansheng woke up amidst a bumpy ride and opened his eyes to find himself in the front passenger seat of a car.

"Wah?"

Ansheng glanced towards the driver’s seat, where Yu Xueqing was slowly driving, and made a puzzled noise.

Ah Qing... Where are you going this early in the morning? Where do you plan on driving to?

"Little An is awake?"

Seeing the little fox awake, Yu Xueqing beamed with a silly grin and said, "Thanks, Little An, for quietly keeping me company during the live stream yesterday."

"Today we’re going home for meals, and then in the afternoon, we’ll take our little fox to run in the hills."

"Wah?"

Ansheng looked puzzled, but soon understood what was happening.

Yu Xueqing drove to their family tea shop in Jiule City to seek her dad’s guidance on live streaming.

After yesterday’s fiasco, buoyed by the little fox’s comfort and her naturally optimistic spirit,

Yu Xueqing was raring to go again.

If she doesn’t make money, the little fox will have to be a street beggar!

Such a cute little fox, how could Yu Xueqing bear to hang a QR code around its neck and have it begging pitifully from door to door.

Fight on!

Yu Xueqing sat at the tea table, sharing her recent live streaming journey with her dad and her mom, who was tidying up the display cabinet.

Yu Zhenghong was stunned, not expecting that assigning Ah Qing a summer job could make his once timid daughter full of fighting spirit.

Without delay, Yu Zhenghong began sharing his live streaming experience with Yu Xueqing.

But as Yu Xueqing frowned and pulled out her phone to show her dad other female streamers selling tea, asking how to outdo them—

Yu Zhenghong’s face changed dramatically.

Chen Peipei’s face turned grim.

Chen Peipei didn’t watch live streams, and Yu Zhenghong had once assured her that he had seen other streaming hosts selling tea make big money.

He even applied for a budget from Chen Peipei to purchase streaming equipment and tip hosts for advice.

"So... do we still have lunch today?"

Yu Xueqing and Ansheng squatted outside the tea shop, looking bewildered at the street, occasionally glancing back toward the tea table behind the decorative screen inside the shop.

Though there were no sounds of argument, there was an undeniable tension in the air.

"Wah wah～"

Ansheng tapped Yu Xueqing’s shoulder gently, suggesting she relax, ensuring her they’d definitely have lunch and it would be a feast.

Moreover, it would surely be prepared by Yu Zhenghong himself.

In the Xia Dong Region, meals might typically be made by women, but during festivals, it’s customary for men to cook a spread for family and friends.

Chen Peipei was simmering with anger.

If Yu Zhenghong didn’t take the opportunity to make a great meal and calm Chen Peipei, Ansheng thought all he could do for the next few days was eat instant noodles.

Yu Xueqing crouched down by the door, thought it over, and decided to head back inside to try and mediate.

Dad was just watching the female hosts, and they were the ones losing out; anyway, it’s not like Dad spent any money, Mom, just forgive him this once!

Yu Zhenghong was shocked, and Chen Peipei’s face darkened.

Yu Xueqing’s attempt at reconciliation was like holding the Frostbite and stabbing her father.

The house was bustling with activity.

Ansheng sat by the door, watching the bustling crowd on the street.

Ansheng narrowed his eyes, ignoring the hurry-scurry people, and focused on those who sauntered around, looking left and right.

"Wah—"

Ansheng suddenly spoke, tilting his head as if greeting someone.

"Huh?"

A startled woman stopped at the fox’s call, looking around in confusion, then pointed to her cheek and asked:

"Master Fox... are you calling me?"

Ansheng nodded gently, uttered a few cries, and nudged against the woman’s jean-clad leg, guiding her toward Yu Xueqing’s tea shop.

Without counting the second-floor storage, the first floor of Yu Xueqing’s family’s tea shop had about eighty square meters of usable space.

After deducting ten square meters for a tea-drinking area and five for a restroom, the rest was all for tea sets and tea cabinets.

Even though they didn’t have a wide variety of teas, they had a full range of oolong teas, black teas, and herbal teas.

"Wah wah wah..."

The little fox’s lips turned up slightly as it continued squatting at the door, surveying the passing crowd. Using his sales-eye from a past life, he picked target customers, calling out to stop them.

Then he’d listen for their accent—if they spoke with a Jiule City dialect, he’d usher them inside.

Today, have some sympathy for Master Fox and please help out at Ah Qing’s family business. When Master Fox attains enlightenment, you’ll get big rewards!

With each customer Ansheng guided into Yu Xueqing’s tea shop,

Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei couldn’t afford to argue, busy greeting the guests Ansheng had ushered in.

"Wah wah wah—"

With a pleased smile, Ansheng strutted with a little skip in its step, standing upright to usher a bewildered middle-aged man in a suit inside.

"Huh?"

As Yu Xueqing’s tea shop grew increasingly lively, the neighboring tea shop owners stepped out, puzzled by the bustling crowd at her shop.

On Tea Street in Jiule City, the business was usually wholesale.

Make a call, and familiar tea shops would prepare and deliver the required goods for regular clients.

There were individual customers as well, but they usually gathered in small groups to drink tea, and only chose to buy if the introduction appealed. They rarely made much noise.

Then, the owners of the neighboring tea shops stepped out to witness an unbelievable scene.

A completely white fox was seated at the door of Yu Xueqing’s tea shop, drawing in customers.

After calling to halt the passersby, it’d guide them into the shop.

Once the people were in, the fox would block the entrance, simultaneously stopping and guiding more customers inside.

Chen Peipei was hoarse from introducing tea.

Yu Zhenghong had three kettles on for boiling water, with seven or eight teapots on the table, eloquently describing the flavors of various teas to different customers.

Even Yu Xueqing was busy helping Chen Peipei.

"Isn’t this practically forcing them to buy?" The neighboring tea shop owner blurted out, flabbergasted.

"Old Hong is doing well! Training a fox to lure customers in. Having the Master Fox as a doorman, blocking customers from leaving, he truly isn’t afraid of getting struck by lightning..."

The other tea shop owners complained, full of mixed feelings.