Chapter 1043: 1040: It's Better to Wait for a Group Than Search a City

"You can't bring up the old scores..." Ah Qing's face revealed a touch of awkwardness. Anyone who saw Huhu, with pure white fur, suddenly sprout some oddly colored hairs on its belly, would instinctively feel a compulsion arise...

But who would know, those odd-colored hairs actually served such an important function.

Without those urine-guide hairs, the little fox would have to be careful every time it went to the bathroom, otherwise it would wet its shoes. During that time, after Huhu finished peeing and washed its paws, it would run back and "bang bang" a few times on its own knees.

"Holding grudges is a tradition of our old Hu family..." Ansheng teased Ah Qing, but didn't really hold a grudge, as whenever he wet his pants, it was Ah Qing who ended up washing his pants and underwear.

"With the ribbon-cutting ceremony concluded, please join us in the banquet hall to rate the dishes of Qingao Hotel..."

As the gold scissors cut the ribbon, each balloon dropped into a tray, marking the trial opening of Qingao Island. The host, full of smiles, then invited the guests into the hotel to join the tasting banquet.

The first batch of island visitors included invited friends and family, but mostly VIP clients from Homeless House's businesses.

They may not understand landscapes or cuisine, but being regulars at fishing ponds or high-end neighborhoods, they are wealthy and experienced.

Their money is good to earn but they are picky, and with them overseeing, Qingao Island's measures might not be globally top-tier, but surely without major mistakes.

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Everyone entered the banquet hall, with crystal chandeliers hanging high on the dome, short plush carpets covering hundreds of square meters, expensive in material yet restrained in elegance.

The dish tasting was in the form of a buffet for easy exchange of ideas.

Master Fuli and Spirit Beast Gang executives were all seated in a private room, raising their glasses to celebrate Qingao Island's successful opening.

"Tonight's club expenses are all on me." Grandma Hedgehog held chilled noble rot wine in her left hand and a cigar in her right, joyfully raising her glass and inviting everyone to club models.

The only entertainment venue on Qingao Island is run by Grandma Hedgehog.

With Qingao Island's positioning, the venue may not be profitable, but Grandma Hedgehog values it not for island clientele, but as a VIP hub.

"Woof!" Ah Bai gleefully pinned a wine glass between his fingers and drank heartily.

With Qingao Island's opening, Homeless House added a new project to ease cash flow pressures.

As for profitability, it wasn't in Ah Bai's considerations.

We treat dolphins as surfboards, let blue whales play fountain and cruise, orcas as yachts, even considering trading Antarctic krill for some calves' food with mom whales to directly shake milk tea.

Our Spirit Beast Gang can even pinch baby blue whale food, if this isn't profitable, is there justice?

"Roar——"

The Golden Lion raised his head with a long roar, lifting his cup with heroic ambition.

Wishing beast brothers, henceforth free from WhatsApp uninstallation or rental woes, controlling their own naps.

Don't be like me, WhatsApp left me shriveled like a raisin.

"Aren't you afraid of alcohol poisoning?" Ansheng was all smiles drinking ice cola, clinking glasses with brothers, a mini holiday party indeed.

"Brother... drink less. When your little master smells the alcohol on you, she'll speak ill of me again."

As the spirit beasts drank and discussed aspirations, Lin Hao and his crew were urging drinks, with Ah Bai careless of depth, while the Golden Lion needed to oversee the zoo grounds and arrange work in the afternoon.

Lin Hao sweated nervously, fearing Qiu Lingling would wrongly accuse him of getting Ah Bai drunk, mumbled aloud, overheard by other Doggy, causing trouble.

Say no more, a stray Doggy could just pee on his leg walking by, he couldn't handle it.

"Knock knock..."

As the atmosphere heated, a knock sounded at the private room's door with Lin Bingyun's voice:

"Master Fuli, you have new messages on your phone..."

"Huh?" Amid fighting for food with Eye King, even Snake Lady was almost crying, Ansheng puzzled, Lin Bingyun came in saying:

"Who's messaging during meal time? Don't they know I'm busy growing up?"

"It's Miss Miyel's text, saying your itinerary leaked, a whole bunch... um, is waiting at the airport for you."

Lin Bingyun murmured lightly, skipping Miyel's foul language, handed the phone over.

"My itinerary leaked?"

Ansheng glanced at the phone, finding the WhatsApp interface filled with profanity, Miyel swearing left and right sending the latest update.

Master Fuli's missions were secret, spies couldn't access whereabouts or routes.

But the destination wasn't secret, it was rather obvious.

Knowing Master Fuli's destination, Longevity Club and nobility's family heirs had already rushed to the Plain Country airport to welcome him.

Master Fuli's fame was well-known internationally, his personality widely noted.

To Old Deng, whose ages don't die as thieves, Master Fuli's attitude was always abusive, extremely uncivil.

But towards young Dengs, he was relatively lenient.

Nobility heirs waiting at the airport meant no harm, simply wanted to establish goodwill, hoping this connection would ease Master Fuli's strikes on their ancestors.

Compared to Master Fuli, their tank-crushing ancestors might as well be toddlers.

Miyel immediately reported, feeling a deep sense of urgency.

These outsiders were coming to challenge her ecological niche.

"Really, it's big and round? I don't believe it..." Ansheng saw what's said on WhatsApp with a slightly strange expression, sent a meme back to Miyel.

Some Longevity Club landlords cooked to perfection by me?

Put on helmets, trembling on the ground.

After all... one of the most frustrating things is seeing enemies mock you, feeling surviving blood coughs, yet powerless against them.

If you can't beat them, join them! No shame.

"Alright, no need to bother with them, I'll just make a quick trip overnight and come back."

"Searching a city beats waiting for a group, I'll go grab Rakshasa Country's soil plan and return."

Ansheng tossed the phone back to Lin Bingyun, uninterested in meaningless social engagements.

"Of course..."

Lin Bingyun retrieved the phone, glanced at the table, bending to whisper in Master Fuli's ear:

"One more thing, fresh sea urchins have been delivered to the banquet hall, Miss Lin said these can really cheer up Miss Ah Qing..."

"Beneficial for Master Fuli's stable family throning."

"Hmm? Sea urchins?"

Ansheng puzzled, raising a question mark, did Ah Qing like sea urchin sashimi?

Isn't she a carb focused? Doesn't seem interested in raw food, right?