Chapter 1208 - 1205:

"Cheers for the Cola revolution—"

Amid Little Angel's passionate shout, the foreign guests in the audience all raised their glasses for a toast across the space, chanting the slogan of the [Cola revolution].

Meanwhile, Lin Ying, who had just returned home, along with Master Fuli, both wore a dazed expression as they watched the scene unfold before them.

"Are they rebelling..."

Ansheng looked at Lin Ying and then at Li Wenkang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked with a peculiar expression.

"Isn't that quite normal? Our Xia Country's Fuli has great charisma..." Although aware of what's going on, Li Wenkang in the passenger seat didn't explain directly and instead teased about Master Fuli.

The [Cola revolution] at its root was a movement initiated by Li Wenkang while in the Security Bureau prison.

The strategy was to unite all forces that could be allied to jointly confront deeply entrenched adversaries.

For forces that couldn't be allied, the plan was to set aside differences as much as possible and reach a mutually beneficial standstill.

For enemies that couldn't be allied or persuaded, the approach was to encircle or suppress with overwhelming force.

Even though Little Angel was somewhat of a freak, she possessed a global network in the social circle, and her pharmaceutical and food business spanned half of the third world.

Most importantly, her insurance business had evolved into a [too big to fail] leader in Europe and America.

Some things, as long as she spoke, were essentially akin to "brainwashing."

Turning Little Angel into a proponent, she could rally all possible allies to Master Fuli's camp to besiege the Mayflower Organization.

"Welcome Master Fuli home—"

Seeing the silent electric gates of the villa open and Fuli in the car, Little Angel leaped from the podium, grabbed a glass of champagne, and happily ran to the car door.

"What are you doing..."

Ansheng, confused, looked at Little Angel, who seemed ready to hug her.

"A cheek kiss, let's act close, it'll be more convincing..."

During the hug, Little Angel whispered quietly in Ansheng's ear:

"Everyone in the garden is our family, relatives of the Triss family. We've promised to make them peripheral members of the Longevity Club. Then, using Master Fuli's reputation, we'll secretly rally them..."

In fact, there is no deep-seated private grudge between Master Fuli and the Immortals; their dispute essentially concerns the ownership of the [Invisible Tree] and future leadership.

Should Master Fuli win, the Third Epoch would rise; if the Immortals prevail, Blue Star humans would become resources for the Immortals.

But the Longevity Club and the Immortals' history involves nothing but personal grudges and a blood-and-tears tale of interest disputes.

In terms of hatred towards the Immortals, the Landlord of Longevity's grievance could practically become tangible.

Ever since she got out of prison, Little Angel has been tirelessly rallying friends and allies in this cause.

The international calls alone cost several thousand bucks to persuade each family to send representatives to a secret conference in Changxi Town, Xia Country, to rebel against the Mayflower.

"OMG, Master Fuli, truly as stunning as on social media."

A lady sincerely admired the beautiful entity standing atop Little Angel's head.

Master Fuli's social media account had always been handled by the Ba Mountain Mosquito.

Aside from insulting rivals, the Ba Mountain Mosquito would usually update beautiful photos or daily snapshots of Master Fuli in the Xinxing Agricultural Research Institute.

The foreigners Little Angel called over all followed Master Fuli's account before the speech.

Whenever Master Fuli's account updated, everyone could rise in unison.

"Hello, hello...uh, you too, oh, thank you for your attention and reward."

"Thirty thousand high-end tea leaves annually? Well, I don't know much about tea. Leave your number, and I'll have my dad contact you later..."

Beside Master Fuli stood Ah Qing at the C position. Little Angel's family "poor relatives," while pledging theoretical loyalty to Master Fuli, also actively engaged in conversations with Ah Qing.

Poverty is relative.

In a moment, the "poor relatives" had followed Ah Qing's livestream channel and were ready to place orders for tea.

In terms of social niceties, the "poor relatives" were very particular and tactful.

Tea or no tea was unimportant; what mattered was using Ah Qing as an intermediary to annually offer tributes to Master Fuli.

Even if Ah Qing sent them a big box of tea scraps, they would still grit their teeth and exclaim: Truly exquisite tea!

"Wow.....is this a social banquet?" After dealing with the people around her, Ah Qing went to the table, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and said to Little Fox:

"Just remembering their names nearly overloaded my brain..."

Common names in Xia Country are mostly 2 or 3 characters, with 4 at the most.

But this group of old British aristocrats started with names that were seven or eight characters long, some with middle names, or were 'the third' or 'the fourth.' That heavy London accent almost fried Ah Qing's CPU.

"Why bother remembering?"

Ansheng, hugging a can of cola, slurped and looked puzzled at Ah Qing:

"We only see them once, if there's a chance to see them often in the future, they'll change their names themselves."

Even though Miyel, Vimal, and Eleanor introduced themselves.

Even with a memory library, Ansheng still didn't know their full names.

If they had a name, use it; if not, then label and nickname them.

"Uh...isn't that a bit rude?" Ah Qing looked at Little Fox with a confused expression.

"We're not from the same nationality; I say, this is our national custom, are they going to punch me for it?" Ansheng nonchalantly retorted with a wave of the hand.

Master Fuli's casual comment left Little Angel utterly petrified.

"Did you never remember my name?" Little Angel looked at Master Fuli with tear-filled eyes.

This is too much!

After all, I am your first foreign golden Nine-tailed Fox Lady under your command, with telekinesis.

"......" Ansheng slightly turned his head away, pretending not to hear, muttering "ying" under his breath.

Little Angel: "....."

Oh damn... what a heartless Master Fuli; is your blood all cold?

Little Angel, filled with grief, crouched by the table, picking up a stick, and wrote her name on the ground.

...…

An event driven by interests, where hosts and guests alike were pleased, Li Wenkang even sealed several investment deals while socializing. Between toasts and glasses, Ansheng took Ah Qing and her group back home for dinner at the ancestral house.

The villa had turned into an investment fair.

Clearly, there was no eating atmosphere, so Ansheng told Lin Bingyun to have the servants send the dishes to Ah Qing's house; everyone would eat at her place tonight.

"What? A two-million tea business?"

Back home, Ah Qing told Yu Zhenghong about Little Fox's friend wanting to order tea for the next year.

Yu Zhenghong was astounded, jumping with surprise, holding a handful of sandalwood facing Master Fuli.