The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

"Hey, Mr. Fox is here again?"

In the pharmaceutical factory warehouse, one lamp illuminated the corridor, and the iron doors of the warehouse were closed everywhere.

In the duty room at the door, the fat aunt and the thin aunt poked their necks and saw a fat red fox, wearing a white down jacket, swaggering in with his tail swung.

I saw it with a fat belly, two fox paws behind its back, holding a notebook and pen, squinting its eyes, looking serious.

The fat aunt smiled and grabbed a bunch of warehouse keys, walked out of the duty room, and greeted her warmly.

"Mr. Little Fox is here again? I'll take you to inventory!"

Bai Mo's fox apprentice, Ye Maoyan, glanced at the fat aunt in work clothes, recalled the explanations of his brothers, then nodded, waved his fox paw, and asked the fat aunt to lead the way.

…

The fat aunt took Mr. Fox to the depths of the warehouse.

Only the thin aunt was left in the duty room.

She scoffed.

"Well, I'm already very busy at work, and I have to help the white ink expert coax the fairy beasts."

That fox is indeed human-like and quite funny.

But if you say that it knows about medicinal materials and inventory, Auntie Slim will never believe it.

She opened the pharmaceutical factory group, clicked a photo of Mr. Xiaohu’s back, and uploaded it to the group.

[The little fox is here again]

[Hahaha, it really loves to play]

[I’m just pretending to be in the factory every day, playing house]

[I like to play with the little fox. Every time he comes to my place, I go shopping with him]

…

The thin aunt didn't have much time to take a quick look at Shuiqun, and then continued working. She sat in front of the computer, holding the mouse, dragging the scroll wheel, and looking at the long medicinal material storage table.

The form was large and fancy, with rows and columns dyed different colors. Each species and batch of medicinal materials are recorded, as well as the storage time, the storage time, and the storage period.

“Producing more than a hundred bottles of medicinal soup every month, the output is not high.

“But it consumes a lot of messy medicinal materials.

"Pour in truckloads of medicinal herbs, squeeze out a few drops at the end, tsk tsk tsk..."

The thin aunt just complained out of habit, but she didn't feel tired when faced with such complicated forms and work.

Because, in this job, the benefits are really good! The pay is really high!

She pulled up the form, reading it, and picked up the phone to call the supplier.

"Hello, Director Chen? I'm Lu Fang from the purchasing department of Baimo Pharmaceutical Factory."

The voice on the other side was kind and enthusiastic.

"I heard it! Director Lu, what are your instructions?"

Lu Fang grinned. She was not actually the director, but she didn't refute him because she liked to hear it.

"There are still a lot of seven-star dates in the library this month, so you don't need to give them away.

“I’ll tell you when I use it.

“Well, ah, I’m really rich.

“Your goods are fine.

"Okay, hang up."

After hanging up neatly, she picked up the form, found the next supplier's phone number, and dialed it.

"Hello? Director Chen?

"We are ordering three hundred kilograms of premium ginseng this month.

"Do you have this number over there?

"Oh, make sure you have it, right?

"How long does it take to deliver it?

"oh oh……

"That's good. I'll send the order to your email later."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Fang rolled the mouse wheel and frowned when she saw the next medicinal material that needed to be purchased.

"Shuangsaigua...this thing...sigh..."

She looked at the number and dialed another number.

"Hello? Director Li?

"I am Lu Fang from Baimo Pharmaceutical Factory.

"How many frost melons are produced in our orchard this month?"

A troubled voice came from the other end of the phone.

“This month, the qualified Shuangsai melon only weighs about three hundred pounds.

"There is nothing we can do. The weather is not right and the melons are all frozen..."

Lu Fang was helpless.

The pharmaceutical factory's production this month requires about 800 kilograms of Shuangsai melons. Considering fault tolerance, it needs to prepare 1,000 kilograms.

"How many pounds can be guaranteed? Can you give me an accurate number?"

On the other end of the phone, the orchard director thought for a moment.

"Three hundred pounds, it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Lu Fang nodded.

"Then I'll give you the order of three hundred kilograms.

"It's left to me to figure out a way..."

Then I heard the orchard director suddenly say on the phone.

"I know an old fruit farmer, he seems to have some goods?

"How about I ask him to send it to a pharmaceutical factory, and you can check it to see if it's qualified?"

…

The iron door of the warehouse opened.

This is a refrigerated warehouse, with cold air coming from the door.

The fat aunt was waiting at the door with a bunch of keys.

Night Owl Eyes is in the warehouse, looking here and there, sometimes opening the box to look at the medicinal materials inside, sometimes probing his nose to smell the smell.

The fat aunt was at the door, looking at its fluffy big tail swinging around, and couldn't help but want to laugh, and even wanted to touch it... But that was absolutely impossible!

The whole factory knows that although Mr. Fox is funny and likes to show off, he is very cold!

"Ouch!"

Little Fox put his front paws back on his back, staggered out of the warehouse, and waved his paws to ask the fat aunt to close the door.

The hemp seeds in this warehouse are well preserved and there is nothing wrong with them.

The fat aunt smiled, closed the door of the warehouse, turned the lock, and continued to follow Mr. Xiaohu.

I met several young warehousemen in work clothes, also carrying notebooks and another set of keys, checking the inventory.

They smiled and said hello.

"Sister Wang, are you taking Mr. Fox to play Panku again? Hahahaha."

The fat aunt exchanged greetings with them and was about to continue walking down when the intercom on her waist suddenly rang.

The walkie-talkies on the waists of several warehouse workers also rang.

“There is a new supplier who has sent melons.

"Hurry up and go to the inspection workshop to inspect the goods."

…

In the workshop, refining furnaces, reaction tanks, high-temperature steam boxes, distillation towers, etc. are all working together.

Or it makes a "gurgling" sound, or some white steam is coming out.

Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu, and Wu Qingyun shuttled between them, chatting and talking as they were eating after eating.

Factory director Chen Yuanlin also followed beside him, introducing him from time to time.

“…Our data this month is better than last month.

“Production should be higher than last month.

"I have sent the specific data to your email..."

Bai Mo nodded from time to time.

In fact, Chen Yuanlin didn't need to explain. His consciousness spread out and blew through the entire workshop like the wind. He knew every instrument and every reaction like the back of his hand.

…

In the inspection workshop.

A farm truck, parked under the lights.

The stooped old farmer, wearing a large cotton-padded jacket, nodded and bowed to the fat aunt.

"Hey, I didn't know that this melon with scars from the cold could be sold as medicine!

"I heard that the price is not bad?"

The fat aunt glanced at the melons covered with quilts in the bed of the cart and grinned.

“One hundred and twenty one pounds!

"If it passes the inspection, your car will be worth a lot of money."

Then he saw the melons exposed from the quilt, and each one had long, twisted centipede-like black scars on them.

This is frozen!

Melons are actually very afraid of freezing. They may be frozen to pieces, or they may be cracked by the freeze. Some of them are not cracked by the freeze, and after a few days, they form centipede-shaped scars.

Originally, these were bad melons that needed to be disposed of at a low price.

But who would have imagined that the pharmaceutical company specifically needed this melon, purchased it specifically, and gave it an awesome name... "Shuangsai Melon"!

The fat aunt looked at the melons and then at the old farmer.

"Uncle, are you sure these scars on your melons are naturally caused by freezing?

"Don't dare to lie!"

Sir, pat your chest!

"It's all caused by the cold weather, there's no fakeness at all!"

…

In the nearby laboratory, several warehouse managers were inspecting this batch of frost melons in strict accordance with the manual.

"Weigh it first."

"Have you measured it with the soft ruler, is the scar size up to standard or not?"

"Cut out the scar and test it."

A group of people were busy conducting various tests.

Not long after, the leader of the warehouse manager shook the test tube, which turned blue inside and frosted on the inner wall, and grinned.

"No problem, it's done!

“It meets the requirements in every aspect!”

He immediately shouted outside.

"Sister Wang, it's okay!"

The chubby Sister Wang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the cart of melons.

This frosted melon is one of the most difficult medicinal materials to purchase every month. This cart of melon can meet the requirements, and her pressure is suddenly reduced!

The old farmer who brought melons looked at the cart of melons with his eyes shining brightly.

This really works!

The melon that originally cost three yuan a pound, became 121 pounds after the scars were frozen, and its value soared forty times!

Several warehouse staff also smiled happily and looked at the cart of melons.

Although they are warehouse managers and do not need to be responsible for purchasing, the pharmaceutical factory's problem has been solved, and as a member of the pharmaceutical factory, they are also happy.

They got a scale and went to the pickup truck to weigh the melons.

But when he stretched out his hand, he saw that the melon on the car was stepped on by the plush fox paws.

"well?"

Only then did everyone notice that the chubby red fox, wearing a white down jacket, had walked on top of the cart of melons at some unknown time. His front paws were backwards, his face was indifferent, his eyes were squinted, and he stepped on the melons on the edge of the cart, gently. Shake his head.

"Ouch!"

The old farmer was stunned.

"This...this is...uh..."

The fat aunt was also stunned.

"Mr. Xiaohu, what do you mean?"

The warehouse managers even looked at each other, speechless.

"What does the little fox always want to do? Are you kidding us?"

"Little fox, don't make trouble, we have to weigh this car!"

The night owl stepped on this melon with his eyes and feet, which made him even more depressed.

Can't these people understand body language?

It was clearly shaking its head!

This car of frosty melons is unqualified!

At Mr. Xiaohu’s place, the acceptance failed!

The fat aunt didn't dare to neglect, and walked forward with a smiling face to coax Mr. Fox.

"Mr. Xiao Hu, don't worry... Our warehouse managers are all trained and understand laboratory testing.

"They have tested it and there is nothing wrong with the car.

"How about you come down first?"

The old farmer looked even more puzzled.

“Do you still have foxes in your factory?

“This fox-man looks human-like and quite fun.

"But my melons are all bad melons that have been frozen in the cold weather... There must be nothing wrong with the frost-stained melons!"

Several young treasury managers were also dumbfounded and came forward one after another.

"Little Fox, please stop making trouble. Come down first and let us unload Shuangsai Gua.

"Let's buy you delicious food and order takeout for you, okay?"

The night owl stood on a cart of melons, with her chest and belly protruding, and her brows glaring angrily!

What do these guys mean?

Don’t believe Mr. Fox’s judgment?

Are you here to coax the children?

"Ouch?"

It’s not like Mr. Xiao Hu has never seen Shuangsaigua in Fox Mountain. This rubbish medicinal material is not even Sequence Nine. How can Mr. Fox always get it wrong?

The old farmer selling melons stepped forward and was about to reach out to catch the night owl, but was hurriedly stopped by several warehouse managers!

"Oh, uncle, this can't be done!"

"The little fox always gets mad, and it's scary!"

After all, Mr. Xiaohu is also a Nine Immortal Sequence Beast. If he really takes action, it's not a joke.

"What happened to Mr. Fox today?

"The food in the cafeteria isn't to his liking?

"Although Mr. Fox used to like to play around, he didn't make trouble..."

A group of people were struggling when they heard footsteps in the distance. It was Bai Mo who brought Fang Xiaoyu, Wu Qingyun, and Chen Yuanlin to the testing workshop and came to a cart of melons.

The fat aunt came forward and explained the situation to Bai Mo.

Night Owl Eyes was even more angry. He jumped on Master's shoulder and started talking in Master's ears, making gesticulations and talking about this thing!

Although it doesn't know what's wrong with this melon, it knows that it's definitely not a frost melon!

After hearing what the fat aunt said, Bai Mo looked at the night owl with a smile, picked it up in his arms and hugged it, touched its head, and took a look at the melon on the car.

"Uncle, your melon...isn't it a natural scar caused by freezing?"

As soon as this was said, the whole place fell silent.

The fat aunt and several young warehouse managers were stunned.

What's the meaning?

This has obviously been tested?

Is the laboratory procedure determined by the white ink experts themselves?

Why do you say this thing is wrong?

Expert Baimo wants to force Mr. Fox to pamper him?

The expression of the old farmer selling melons changed even more. He pointed his finger at Bai Mo, then put it down tremblingly, "You...you..."

Bai Mo sighed.

It was indeed him who developed the testing procedures.

But he never thought that there would be such a thing as "water smoothie" in this world.

He reached out and raked through the melons, found one, wiped the scar with his fingers, wiped off something, and handed it to the old farmer.

"You... put this on your melon?"

The fat aunt and several warehouse managers came over and saw a touch of silver-white particles shining on the fingertips of the white ink expert.

Look at the old farmer selling melons, muttering and sweating on his forehead.

"This... this... I... I heard that this melon with scars from the cold can be sold for money.

"It so happened that there was this sand in my orchard, and the melons would get scars from the frost if they touched it.

"I was really annoyed by the sand...

"I heard that you want this melon with scars. I thought about the melons that were frozen in the cold weather and the ones that were frozen by the sand. Aren't they all scars...

"I...I just put some sand on this cart of melons...

"Anyway, it's been delivered to you. You can test it yourself. It's up to you if you want.

"I...this...isn't this illegal..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained incessantly.

But in the workshop, the fat aunt and several young warehouse managers ignored what he said and only looked at Mr. Xiao.

Then I saw the little fox emerge from the arms of the white ink expert, hurriedly jumped on the melon delivery car, straightened out his chest and belly, raised his chin, and put on a pose, with a cold face, showing off his expert style.

…

This cart of melons was sent back.

But the cunning old farmer didn't suffer any loss. The Immortal Committee has sent people to investigate his orchard, check the [Water Smoothie], and explore the mining value.

In the Purchasing Department office, the fat aunt and the thin aunt began to make phone calls again, busy, looking for frost melons everywhere.

"Hello?

"You have fifty pounds left over there?

"Hahaha, good, good, thank you so much!"

After hanging up the phone, the two aunties breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of hot water.

The fat aunt pointed to the group of pharmaceutical companies on her mobile phone, gossiping for the thin aunt.

“Now it’s spread throughout the factory.

"The little fox always wanders around the factory, not pretending or playing.

“It really understands this professional knowledge!”

Thank you for every monthly ticket~