Chapter 835 - 442: General Manager Little Fox, It Really Understands

Chapter 835: Chapter 442: General Manager Little Fox, It Really Understands

Some made a "gurgling" noise, while others emitted slight white steam.

Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu, and Wu Qingyun wandered around, chatting as they walked, treating it as a post-meal digestion stroll.

The factory director, Chen Yuanlin, followed along, occasionally offering some explanations.

"...Our data this month is better compared to last month.

"The production volume should be even higher than last month.

"I’ve sent the specific data to your email..."

Bai Mo nodded occasionally.

In fact, he didn’t need Chen Yuanlin to explain. He spread his divine sense, sweeping through the entire workshop like the wind, fully aware of every machine and every reaction.

...

In the inspection workshop.

A small agricultural truck was parked under the lights.

A hunched old farmer, wearing a heavy cotton jacket, nodded and bowed to the plump auntie.

"Hehe, I didn’t know these frozen-scar sweet melons could be sold as medicine!

"I heard the price isn’t bad, eh?"

The plump auntie glanced at the sweet melons, covered with blankets in the truck bed, and grinned.

"One hundred and twenty per pound!

"If they pass inspection, this truckload of melons will be worth a lot of money."

Each melon revealed from the blanket had long, twisted, centipede-like black scars.

These were frost-induced!

Melons are actually very sensitive to frost. They can rot or crack from freezing, and some remain unrotten and form these centipede-shaped scars over days.

Originally, these were considered low-quality melons to be sold at a low price.

But who would have thought that the pharmaceutical factory specifically needed these melons, purchasing them with a pompous name... "Frost Mark Melon"!

The plump auntie looked at the melons, then at the old farmer.

"Sir, you’re sure these scars were naturally frost-induced, right?

"No cheating, please!"

The old man patted his chest!

"All frozen naturally in the cold, not a single bit fake!"

...

In the nearby laboratory, several warehouse managers were strictly following the manual, sampling this batch of Frost Mark Melons.

"First, weigh it."

"Measured with a soft tape, do the scar sizes meet the standard?"

"Cut off the scar to test it."

A group of people busied around, conducting various tests.

Before long, the head warehouse manager shook a test tube that turned blue inside with frost on the walls and grinned.

"No problem, done!

"Everything meets the requirements!"

He immediately shouted outside.

"Sister Wang, it’s good to go!"

The chubby Sister Wang sighed with relief, looking at that truckload of melons.

These Frost Mark Melons were one of the most challenging medicinal materials to procure each month. A compliant truckload significantly eased her pressure!

The old farmer’s eyes lit up, looking at that truckload of melons.

This really works!

The sweet melons, initially priced at three yuan per pound, had their value soar forty times to one hundred and twenty per pound after getting scars!

The warehouse managers were also all smiles, looking at that truckload of melons.

Though they’re warehouse managers, not responsible for procurement, solving the pharmaceutical factory’s problem made them happy as part of the team.

They brought a scale to the small truck, preparing to weigh the melons.

But as they reached out, they saw the melons were halted under a fluffy fox claw.

"Eh?"

Everyone then noticed a chubby little red fox, wearing a white down jacket. At some point, it had climbed onto the melons, folding its front paws behind its back, face indifferent, eyes squinted, stepping on the edge melon in the truck bed, shaking its head gently.

"Ow ow ow!"

The old farmer was stunned.

"Is this... this... uh..."

The plump auntie was also stunned.

"General Manager Little Fox, what do you mean?"

The warehouse managers were even more speechless, looking at each other.

"What’s General Manager Little Fox trying to do? Joking with us?"

"General Manager Little Fox, please don’t mess around, we need to weigh these melons!"

Night Cat’s Eye stepped on the melon, feeling even more frustrated.

Couldn’t these people understand body language?

It was shaking its head so clearly!

This truckload of Frost Mark Melons didn’t pass inspection here with General Manager Little Fox!

The plump auntie dared not slack, wearing a smiling face, trying to appease General Manager Little Fox.

"General Manager Little Fox, please rest assured... our warehouse managers are trained and know how to test.

"They’ve tested it. This truckload of melons is fine.

"How about you come down first?"

The old farmer was even more puzzled.

"Does your factory really have a fox?

"This fox looks human, quite amusing.

"But my melons are genuine low-quality melons frozen in harsh cold weather... Frost Melons, definitely no problem!"

A few young warehouse managers were at a loss whether to laugh or cry and stepped forward.

"General Manager Little Fox, stop fooling around and come down first. Let us unload the Frost Melons from the truck.

"We’ll buy you something tasty, order delivery for you, okay?"

Night Cat’s Eye stood on a truck full of melons, puffing out its chest and belly, appearing stern!

What do these people mean?

Don’t trust General Manager Little Fox’s judgment?

Are they treating him like a child?

"Huh?"

General Manager Little Fox had seen Frost Melons before on Fox Mountain, this lousy medicinal ingredient doesn’t even qualify as Sequence Nine, can General Manager Little Fox really be wrong?

The old farmer selling melons walked up and reached out to grab Night Cat’s Eye but was hurriedly stopped by several warehouse managers!

"Hey, sir, that’s not a good idea!"

"If General Manager Little Fox loses his temper, it could be terrifying!"

General Manager Little Fox is indeed a Sequence Nine Immortal Beast, so if he really fights, it’s not a joke.

"What’s with General Manager Little Fox today?

"The food from the canteen not to his taste?

"Previously, although General Manager Little Fox liked to play and fool around, he never messed things up blindly..."

The crowd was grappling with their dilemma when footsteps were heard from afar, Bai Mo arrived with Fang Xiaoyu, Wu Qingyun, and Chen Yuanlin at the inspection workshop, approaching the truck full of melons.

The plump auntie stepped forward to explain the situation to Bai Mo.

Night Cat’s Eye puffed up his cheeks angrily, jumped onto his master’s shoulder, whispered fox talk, gesturing about the truck full of melons!

Although it didn’t know what was wrong with the melons in the truck, it knew they definitely weren’t Frost Melons!

After hearing the plump auntie’s explanation, Bai Mo smiled at Night Cat’s Eye, held him in his arms, stroked his head, and glanced at the melons on the truck.

"Sir, these melons...aren’t naturally frost-scarred, are they?"

The entire room went silent at his words.

The plump auntie and a few young warehouse managers were stunned.

What do you mean?

This has been tested, right?

Wasn’t the testing process set by Expert Bai Mo himself?

Why is he now saying the melons are wrong?

Is Expert Bai Mo going out of his way to pamper General Manager Little Fox?

The old farmer selling melons was visibly shaken, extending his finger toward Bai Mo, then tremblingly withdrawing it, "You...you..."

Bai Mo sighed.

The testing process was indeed his design.

But he never thought something like [Water Ice Sand] could exist in the world.

He rummaged through the truck full of melons, found one, rubbed the scar with his finger, wiped away something, and presented it to the old farmer.

"Did you...apply this to the melons?"

The plump auntie and a few warehouse managers crowded over, seeing a silvery-white particle shining on Expert Bai Mo’s fingertip.

Looking at the old farmer selling melons, he fussed silently, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"This...this...I...I heard these frost-scarred melons could sell for good money.

"It so happened that my orchard had this sand, which the melons adhered to, freezing into scars.

"I was really bothered by this sand...

"Heard you were looking for these scarred melons, I figured frozen in cold weather or stuck with this sand, aren’t they both scars?...

"I...I just applied a bit of sand to this truck full of melons...

"Anyway, once I sent them to you, it’s up to you to test them or not to buy, your choice.

"This...this...isn’t illegal, right..."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, muttering his explanation.

But in the workshop, neither the plump auntie nor the young warehouse managers paid him any mind, their attention focused on General Manager Little Fox.

General Manager Little Fox emerged from Expert Bai Mo’s embrace, hurriedly leapt onto the melon delivery truck, puffed out his chest, lifted his chin, struck a pose, expressed an aloof demeanor, exuding expert poise.

...

The truckload of melons was returned.

But that cunning old farmer didn’t suffer losses either; the Immortal Committee had already dispatched personnel to investigate his orchard, checking out the [Water Ice Sand], assessing mining potential.

In the procurement office, the plump auntie and the skinny auntie hooked up the phone, busily, seeking Frost Melons everywhere.

"Hello?

"Do you have fifty pounds remaining?

"Hahaha, great, great, thank you!"

Hanging up, both aunties sighed with relief, picked up their cups of hot water for a sip.

The plump auntie pointed to the pharmaceutical company’s group chat on her phone, gossiping with the skinny auntie.

"It’s all over the factory now.

"General Manager Little Fox wandering around the factory, not pretending, not playing.

"He really understands this specialized knowledge!"