"Is the tea competition turning into a brawl? Wait for me, I'm coming to help someone!"

Hearing Ah Qing's words, Mo Yiqing, who was initially lying in bed, quickly got up, put on his clothes and pants, and followed Ah Qing out, ready to help as well.

It's a fight!

Whether we can win or not is another matter, but we can't lose our momentum before it starts.

Ansheng had a strange expression as Ah Qing dragged him out by the back of his neck.

"Ah Qing... look at my toes, all my toes are curled up."

"Guess why they're curling up."

"You don't need a helmet when fishing, but we should bring one for Old Deng because he might be justly beaten by everyone..."

Ansheng murmured, secretly complaining about what's happening with Yu Zhenghong.

Isn't that so-called shady tea just the oolong I helped Old Deng make for the competition?

And what is Old Deng doing?

He's actually gathering friends offline to support him!

Ansheng couldn't even imagine how many strong men Yu Zhenghong would have to face once the official information is released...

The friends Old Deng called in for support will soon backfire on him.

Before going out and getting on the electric scooter, Ansheng reached for a helmet and took it from beside the scooter.

Old Deng may have taken a detour, but he can't be left to fend for himself.

Ah Qing stepped on the accelerator and quickly arrived at the tea competition site in the small farmers' market.

The tea farmers and tea merchants, who were originally supposed to set up tea stalls, have all gathered in the competition area now. At a glance, the crowd was massive, numbering no less than seven or eight hundred people.

Some foreign tea merchants and tourists stood bewildered on the outskirts, observing the crowd that was confronting the event organizers.

The official Tea Masters of the competition and related organizers were shuttling back and forth, trying to calm the agitated crowd.

Especially the residents of Changxi Town, who were cursing fiercely.

The tea competition may have been organized by the authorities, but the venues, sponsorships, and performances were all pulled together by the village committee of Changxi Town. It was supposed to be grand and beautiful, but the tea competition has turned into a big mess here in Changxi Town.

"Ah Qing, over here!"

Just as Ah Qing entered the venue, Yu Zhenghong, who was on the phone, saw Ah Qing and quickly waved to her, saying:

"Just in time, the village head seems to have drunk too much last night and hasn't woken up. Can you help here by making phone calls? Dad has to go to the village committee to help out. This whole mess has really embarrassed us."

Holding the tea competition in Changxi Town, yet there's a scandal happening here.

And under the watchful eyes of the elders, this absurd incident has ruined our reputation.

The Changxi Town village committee was in an uproar as well. If this isn't resolved clearly, it's not going to end well.

"......"

Lying on Ah Qing's shoulder, Ansheng listened to Yu Zhenghong's talk, his mouth twitched slightly as he muttered to himself:

"It's perfectly reasonable for the first prize winning light fragrance oolong tea to cause a commotion, just like a highway having a portrait of King Louis XVI is reasonable."

Earlier, during the phone call, Ansheng thought the situation was explosive, possibly involving moving out ancients or uncles from the neighborhood committee setting up to start a fight.

But.....

From the looks of things on-site, everyone was just trying to get an explanation and sort things out, not really planning any trouble.

The tea competition has been held for nearly twenty years and still holds credibility amongst the public.

Ansheng also understood that people were just waiting for an official answer to see if the first prize winning light fragrance oolong tea actually came from this county.

Here, being a local isn't about the tea farmer's or merchant's residence, but the origin of the tea leaves.

One of the entry standards for the village level tea competition is having tea fields in various county villages or using fresh leaves from those villages.

It's like how Da Hong Pao wouldn't be part of the competition.

Using premium tea leaves from certain regions to compete in the village or city level competitions is like a guaranteed win, isn't it?

What's the point of competing, then? It's merely a matter of money.

"Ah Qing... should we make a break for it? Or move our residence records elsewhere, otherwise, I can't imagine how embarrassing it would be once the information is out."

"Good heavens, we'd have to face seven or eight hundred people taking turns to examine us," Ansheng groaned and complained.

'So many people! The fox feels everyone is staring at my little bell, I feel everyone has big malice towards my little bell...'

"Don't worry, Xiaolan, I won't kick your basket..." Ah Qing said apologetically, scratching the little fox's chin while trying to reach Old Chen on the phone.

In the crowded competition area, the little fox felt scared in this unfamiliar environment, and Ah Qing understood.

But there was real work to be done now, and once the village head was called in to mediate, it wouldn't be their concern anymore.

"Hmm?"

Mo Yiqing was taken aback by the mention of bells and took a step back, with a slightly peculiar expression, looking at the thing half-covered by the fox's big tail: "Even though I already knew Xiaolan was male, I am still curious; why does a male fox have double rows of buttons."

"Surely you males can't develop boobs to nurse when females can't?"

"Eh?"

Ah Qing was puzzled for a second after hearing Mo Yiqing, glancing at Ansheng whose face was full of black lines, and after pondering for a moment, said:

"Maybe... they're all using the same models?"

Ansheng looked at Mo Yiqing with a face full of black lines: "I'm just a fox, don't ask me such profound and complicated questions. If you really have nothing better to do, why not find some naughty pictures online for me."

"Ah Qing, what did the little fox say?"

"He said he wants you turned into a naughty picture..."

"Huh?!"

.......

As Ansheng and Mo Yiqing argued about who would sell better as a naughty picture.

Old Chen's phone connected.

Ah Qing told the village head everything about the tea competition in complete detail.

"What?"

Old Chen on the other end was momentarily shocked, wide awake from his earlier drowsiness, saying:

"Don't make trouble! The Qing'an Oolong Tea is from our village!"

"Did your dad forget? I previously told him to find a few Tea Masters to help make tea; that Qing'an Oolong Tea was crafted personally by a master I hired!"

"For heaven's sake! Told them no drinking, no drinking—drinking causes trouble and no one listens! Ah Qing, quickly ask your mom to hold Ahong down and punch him with Military Boxing, I'll be there right away......"

"Doo doo doo——"

The call got cut from Old Chen's side, leaving Ah Qing completely stunned after hearing it.

She instinctively turned to look at the entrance of the Changxi Town neighborhood committee office.

Dad was standing on the steps, giving a motivational speech with other seniors from the village.

Ah Qing couldn't hear the words clearly from that side, but could faintly catch words like "fair," "just," and so on.

"......."

Ah Qing had been so rushed when leaving, she had only slipped on a pair of canvas shoes.

And inside those canvas shoes, her white, slightly pink, rounded toes curled tightly, slightly lifting the shoe cover.

With a face full of bewilderment, Ah Qing stared at her phone and called her mom, who was also at the neighborhood committee.

"Mom....."

"Dad's flipped out."

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