"By the way, is there any inevitable connection between bird flu and poultry smuggling?"

Although frustrated by Chen Nian's lack of ambition, sometimes I really have to say, that guy Chen Nian really does have some luck on him.

He went to work overseas and was recognized by a benefactor, making a name for himself locally. Although Chen Nian's rise was short-lived, he happened to meet Master Fox, who had some connections.

Master Fox gave Chen Nian a hand, and Chen Nian immediately bounced back. Moreover, it seems in the half month he was in prison, he became the Supreme Emperor, even being able to take his inmates out before their sentences ended.

Ansheng is seriously suspicious now that this bird person, born in the same village as Ah Qing, might also be a spiritual being.

Otherwise.

Ansheng really couldn't figure out why Chen Nian, shackled, could take on four in prison, and even get locked up in solitary confinement to reflect without any injuries.

"Bird flu and poultry smuggling?"

Lin Ying, who was packing up to go out with Master Fox, heard Master Fox mumbling and couldn't help but be startled, asking, "Master Fox... you must be talking about last month's bird flu in America, right?"

"Yes..." Ansheng noticed that Lin Ying seemed to know and immediately looked at her with curiosity, saying, "I just saw people discussing it in the comments while browsing short videos."

"What's the connection between bird flu and smuggling? It's actually quite simple, because of three mega poultry and livestock companies with cross-holdings. Just like there are leaders and giants in the financial industry, traditional industries in America are also controlled by families."

"The Chicken Baron family controls the entire supply chain of the industry," Lin Ying said to Master Fox. "When the bird flu outbreak happened, the federal government allocated 600 million dollars to the poultry industry to help the Chicken Baron family speed up production and mitigate the effects of the bird flu."

"But with the money pocketed, selling eggs and chicken can only earn so much. To speed up production, they have to hire extra manpower for pest control, otherwise the chicks would die even if placed on farms."

"Wow, taking the money without doing the work! So... doesn't the Chicken Baron fear others scooping the business? Rearing chickens doesn't seem like a high-barrier industry, does it?" Ansheng posed a new question to Lin Ying's explanation.

"They're not afraid, or rather, they have nothing to fear. Firstly, the poultry market share is there; wealthy investors capable of large-scale investment don't care about those profits, and the small businesses intent on taking the market are suppressed by the Chicken Baron family as soon as they start production," Lin Ying said:

"The situation is just as I described: the capable families don't care, while those who care aren't capable, creating an oversupply in the poultry market, leading to profits, prompting some criminals to take risks."

"This is a manipulated scarcity, with the Chicken Baron benefiting from both federal subsidies and premium profits."

Lin Ying, while changing clothes, casually explained the inevitability of bird flu and smuggling to Ansheng.

Of course, she didn't explain everything, as it also involved custom laws and stock market harvests.

If explained fully, Master Fox might fall asleep immediately; very boring and dull, unless Master Fox goes into stock trading, in which case knowing or not knowing makes little difference.

"Hmm..."

Ansheng displayed a look of sudden realization, grasping why the foreign lawyer arranged for Chen Nian by the Lin family suggested that after smoothing things over with his old boss, he should go to Texas to start smuggling business.

Because... that business is essentially picking up free money!

The big shots and moguls don't care about it, and with just some lobbying expenses, you can easily pick up money, thus quickly accumulating original capital.

This makes Lin Ying's connections really effective.

The overseas Lin family didn't pit Chen Nian at all, but instead, through the lawyer's words, paved a broad road for him.

"That kid... if he doesn't bring back a couple of thoroughbred horses for Master Fox when he returns, don't blame Master Fox for being ruthless and having Lin Ying arrange for him to stick shoes in the factory." Ansheng mentally grumbled.

......

After Lin Ying finished changing clothes, not many people were arranged for the trip. Previously, it was because Master Fox was going out for fun, hence the need for attendants to properly take care of Master Fox.

This time, it was to send Master Fox back, so Lin Ying only brought Lin Bingyun and Lin Shu along.

"Ying ying..."

On the way to the airport, Ansheng, sitting in Lin Ying's arms, gently hummed a tune, making joyful and pleasant cooing sounds, his expression exceedingly happy.

Being with Lin Ying is certainly a joy.

However, life is also quite dull, with no need to worry about any risks or sudden incidents, as everything is arranged, and all one needs to do is go and enjoy top-notch services.

The service is so good that Ansheng finds it surreal.

When visiting the Terracotta Army, although they didn't dig a tunnel directly inside, they waited until after hours when everyone left, and the related staff still stayed behind for one-on-one service.

They came out with a wheelchair, letting Lin Ying and me sit on it, pushed by them for the tour.

And the food tasted, although the best and most authentic local Qin cuisine.

Those people always maintained polite smiles.

Ansheng felt that although the dishes were delicious, there was simply no sense of everyday life.

It seemed as if there was a natural barrier between them.

Perhaps due to gaining wealth too quickly, my manner couldn't keep up, Ansheng felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Lin Ying, however, was used to it, everything seemed perfectly normal.

"Master Fox."

Upon reaching the VIP lounge at the airport, Lin Ying suddenly looked at Master Fox, who was playing with his phone, and said:

"Are you free during the Mid-Autumn Festival evening? I'd like to invite you to my home for the holiday, roughly, I could be home by around 9 PM."

Ansheng turned to look at Lin Ying, flashed a smile, and nodded, saying: "Of course, that's doable!"

"But you might need to book a flight for me, otherwise I'm afraid I can't make it back to Xia Dong in time!"

Lin Ying's network of contacts is very broad, but from Ansheng's observation, she doesn't seem to have any very close BFFs.

With Lin Ying inviting me, Ansheng naturally wants to go. But Ansheng currently doesn't know that although the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday lasts only three days, every year Ah Qing, at her dad's request, spends big to go home for the occasion.

Ah Qing will definitely take Ansheng with her.

And Ansheng has promised Lin Ying to go to her house.

"Miss, I saw Miss Yu, she came out from VIP entrance number two, you can now go straight 200 meters from the VIP lounge and turn left to see her."

Lin Ying's WeChat rang with a voice message, and when the message was picked up, it was Lin Bingyun's voice.

With the help of the airline leader, seated in the control room, Lin Bingyun informed Lin Ying about Ah Qing's route.

"Hmm."

Lin Ying gently acknowledged, picking up Master Fox and leaving the VIP lounge. Following Lin Bingyun's direction, she found Ah Qing and Mo Yiqing dragging their suitcases.

"Ying ying ying!"

'Wow wow wow! Ah Qing Ah Qing, over here! Foxy is over here! Master Master, quickly look over here!'

The cry of the fox echoed in the terminal hall, the pleasant and clear cooing sound, translating into a sentence as it reached Ah Qing's ears.

That fox kept calling Ah Qing, picking up a bit of a comedy accent.

Ah Qing was stunned, looking back incredulously towards the source of the cooing.

A cool and composed big sister, holding a white fox in her arms.

And that white fox, full of joy, waved in her direction, calling out her name.

"Xiao... Xiaolan?!"

After a brief daze, Ah Qing was shocked, eyes widening, screaming out the name of the little fox opposite.

While Mo Yiqing, who was handling some business, heard Ah Qing's shocked voice, couldn't help but pause, turning her head.

She saw Ansheng, eyes equally wide:

"What the hell!"

"Your little fox is here, then who was the fox you were just video chatting with? Damn it!"