Chapter 905 - 478: General Manager Little Fox, It’s Time to Step Up!

Chapter 905: Chapter 478: General Manager Little Fox, It’s Time to Step Up!

"Ox Demon King Stadium?"

It’s a stadium newly built a few years ago in Dongguo City, with an extremely flamboyant design using a complex steel structure frame and glass curtain walls, forming a very modern double horn structure.

The design team called it the "Lifecycle Budding" concept design.

But the general public couldn’t accept such an elegant concept and named it "Ox Demon King Stadium."

Bai Mo explained.

"The steel structure frame of this stadium... um... employs highly professional structural mechanics design."

Professor Zhang nodded.

"Expert Bai Mo recognizes its value.

"This Ox Demon King Stadium might not be visually appealing to everyone, but the architectural knowledge and structural mechanics involved can be considered the modern pinnacle.

"Within the architecture industry, some even call it the Eighth Wonder of the World."

Bai Mo nodded, then swiped his phone screen to show Professor Zhang some steel structure frames he drew.

"I drew these, just for fun... um... can’t really say they’re just for fun, they might be useful?"

Actually, it’s for cultivating the Golden Pocket Pig Cage.

Bai Mo smacked his lips, feeling a bit awkward.

"This... um... I’m not sure if it will work, if not, it’s okay.

"I was wondering, could I find the team that designed this stadium and consult with them in person, to discuss what I’ve drawn?

"These top architects must be very busy, right?

"Where’s their design firm located? I can fly over to visit them.

"Um... do you have connections in this area?"

Professor Zhang paused for a moment, poking Bai Mo’s phone screen with his finger, examining Bai Mo’s sketches of structures—some spiral, some cage-like, some dispersive—all quite peculiar. He didn’t quite understand what Bai Mo was up to. But about those designers...

"... About the issue with that group of designers, um, please wait for news."

Bai Mo nodded.

He believed that with Professor Zhang’s influence, even if he didn’t know those designers, he could find a way to connect with them.

By then, finding common ground, building relationships, and exchanging academic ideas should still be possible.

While they were talking, sudden shouts were heard.

"I’ve baked the lobster in stock with cheese and topped it with apple bits, anyone want some?"

The cook, Fat Chef Old Liu, came out from the cafeteria hallway, wearing a tall hat, looking frustrated.

This fine lobster, costing thousands each, why is no one eating it?

In his arms was an iron platter, inside was an oversized lobster with cheese baked to a slight sizzle and deliciously soft apple bits on top.

But the employees in the canteen were calmly eating sliced radishes, calmly drinking porridge, having no interest in the lobster.

Only near Bai Mo was the pharma company’s General Manager Little Fox; its ears perked up, eyes squinted, a red light flickering in its eyes!

Although it had already eaten lots of beef brisket... but everyone knows, seafood doesn’t take up much stomach space!

"Awooo!"

It stood on the chair, raising its fox paw, waving at Fat Chef Old Liu!

The lobster had turned into an unsolvable problem, and it was time for General Manager Little Fox at the pharmaceutical company to step up!

...

After lunch, the pharmaceutical company had an hour of lunch break.

In the office, Fang Xiaoyu sat at the computer screen, fervently sending messages in the pharma company’s large group, chatting actively.

[Today General Manager Little Fox helped Old Liu eat that shrimp, Old Liu was so moved, hahaha]

[That shrimp was kept in the pool for several days, Old Liu was worried it would die, afraid of waste]

[Hasn’t General Manager Little Fox had enough of eating Wagyu beef and seafood?]

Old Liu also popped up in the group chat.

[Hmph, what do you guys know?]

[Though General Manager Little Fox is an Immortal Beast, it’s still a fox, you know what foxes like, right?]

[Foxes love eating chicken, fish, and grapes]

[There’s too much budget in the cafeteria, I can’t spend it all, I’m preparing to get General Manager Little Fox some large yellow croaker, Eastern Star Grouper, Shine Muscat grapes]

Fang Xiaoyu feverishly typed messages.

[Shine Muscat grapes are good! I want some too!]

[We all want them!]

Wu Qingyun lay sleeping on the desk beside him.

Little Snowflake lay flat on Bai Mo’s desk, from head to body to big tail, forming a straight line, with only the belly round and plump, purring in comfort.

Bai Mo, sitting nearby, was also "clickety-clacking" on the keyboard, eventually spending 15 minutes to solve a complex equation for the Immortal Committee’s Cold Weapons Research Institute.

After submitting the solution, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

"This afternoon... what else can I do?

"The design team for the Ox Demon King Stadium may not be reachable for a while, um..."

While he was hesitating, suddenly his phone screen lit up.

It was a text from Professor Zhang.

[That design team has already been arranged]

Bai Mo’s face lit up.

[Should I book a flight this afternoon to visit them?]

[Which city are they in?]

[Where are they?]

Professor Zhang replied instantly.

[They’re on the helicopter]

[They’ll arrive at your pharmaceutical company’s helipad in half an hour]

"Um..."

Bai Mo smirked.

Professor Zhang, what’s this, a bit overbearing...

...

Whoosh...

Cold wind blew.

In the deep mountains, abandoned mining sites, rundown small buildings.

The glass windows were all shattered.

The doors were missing, wooden door frames decayed, steel door frames rusted, and vines grew over the walls giving rise to weeds.

Splashing...

A young man in black sportswear was relieving himself in the corner.

Once finished, he fixed his pants, whistling, and waved to tidy his hair, then walked towards the dilapidated interior.

While fixing his hairstyle, a look of frustration washed over his face.

"Damn, did I just piss on my hand?

"Did I wipe it on my hair again?"

Still looking frustrated, he ventured inside the ruins.

Through trash-filled rooms occupied by snakes, insects, and rats, he pushed open a rusted but secure iron door and stepped inside, finding the interior bright!

The lights were bright, and the floor heating was cozy.

In each small room, some doors were open, revealing the people inside, others closed, with sounds of gaming and cursing from within. At a glance, it seemed like some kind of esports hotel.

The young man walked down the hallway and others emerged from rooms, smiling and flattering him, greeting him.

"Brother Shui!"

"Senior Brother Shui!"

"Haha, good afternoon, Senior Brother Shui."

"Should we call Senior Brother Prince Shui?"

"Right, indeed a disciple of the Prince."

Fang Ashui smirked.

"Don’t suck up.

"All of you, just do your jobs well."

From Room 108 beside him, a teenage boy with acne emerged carrying a basket filled with over a dozen bottles of medicinal soup.

"Brother Shui, these are from my Ancient Immortal Master in my dream, asked me to pass them to you."

Fang Ashui nodded.

"Bring it with me."

It turned out, this small building in the deep mountains, which resembled an esports hotel, accommodated mainly Ancient Immortal disciples!

Each person in the rooms could contact a different Ancient Immortal!

And managing this small building was this Prince Disciple, Fang Ashui!

He led the teenage boy with acne, carrying a basket filled with over a dozen bottles of medicine, to the end of the hallway, pushed open a large iron door, entering a laboratory.

In the center of the lab was a soil flowerbed.

Various flowers and plants were planted in the flowerbed.

These flowers and plants weren’t healthy, all were drooping, leaves yellowed, stems cracked, looking wilted and lifeless, lacking spirit.

The acne-ridden teenager muttered subconsciously.

"Is there poison in this soil?

"Killing all the plants?"

Fang Ashui paused momentarily, then grinned.

After asking the teenage boy to put down the basket of medicinal soup, he grabbed the boy’s hand, reaching into the flowerbed soil.

"Try it, does it feel poisonous?"

The teenager’s hand, pressed into the flowerbed soil, started sweating in fear, trembling, but didn’t dare resist, only stammering with a sob in his voice.

"Brother Shui, please, no, I..."