I have ten trillion licking dog gold

indeed.

What's the point of fighting? Wouldn't it be nice to sit down together, drink tea, chat and eat some pistachios?

Without moving, the four people, who had just washed and changed their clothes, sat down peacefully beside the smooth and transparent glass wall.

We are all people with vision.

And since it is just a competition, it will definitely not cause any damage to the relationship.

"How long will Colonel Wang stay in the East China Sea?"

The defeated Jiang Chen asked as if nothing had happened. He was neither arrogant when he won nor discouraged when he lost.

"Leave later."

"So urgent?"

As a host, Jiang Chen naturally tried to persuade him to stay: "How about dinner?"

Wang Heting smiled and said, "I can't help myself."

Jiang Chen understood.

"There is ample time."

Wang Heting continued.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Next time Colonel Wang comes to Donghai, I must inform him in advance. Oh, and Miss Liu as well."

A light gray-green double-breasted blended suit with a V-neck pure cotton white T-shirt underneath. The sunburn marks on the neckline are clearly visible, and the cuffs are casually rolled up. Like Wang Heting, this lady colonel in casual clothes can exude an extraordinary feeling just by sitting there.

They are indeed siblings.

The thing called temperament and aura definitely exists. You don't need to have in-depth contact with some people to know that they are outstanding people just at a glance.

In response to Jiang Chen's courtesy, Liu Sangyu, who did not hide the flaws of her skin color, said nothing, and quietly looked at the Pujiang River flowing outside the glass.

Also.

As a soldier, why should he care about whether he is white or black? He does not make a living by his looks, even if this terrifying female colonel has the capital to make a living by her looks.

It is a pity that Comrade Jiang Chen has never been a soldier and has not been able to experience military life, but there is no doubt that she can be regarded as a military beauty in the army.

wrong.

It shouldn't be described like that at all.

Superficial.

This is clearly an insult to others.

"How about I call Miss Lan over as well?"

Since the other person ignored him, Jiang Chen did not continue to bother him and started talking to Wang Heting, who he was more familiar with.

"We'll leave soon. There's no need to bother Sister Lan."

Wang Heting refused and reiterated, "My sister and I settled in Donghai mainly to meet Duanmu."

Although the nun's social circle is simple and close to the infinitesimal in mathematics, but look, it doesn't matter if it's small. Friends are more important in quality than in quantity. How many of those guys with so many friends can call a major general or a colonel with just one phone call?

And it wasn't the Taoist nun who called, it was the other person who stopped for this.

"When I first sent Duanmu here, I was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to adapt. Now it seems that she has integrated quite well."

Wang Heting, who exuded an extraordinary temperament from the inside out, looked at Duanmu Liuli who was cracking nuts, and his masculine and sharp eyebrows became gentle and soft.

Jiang Chen saw it, but pretended not to see it.

When they first met on the street in Jinguan City, he knew that the young colonel had "improper feelings" for Duanmu Liuli.

At that time, he had never seen Duanmu Liuli, and he didn't even know that there were such hermit masters in the world. He was curious at the time, what kind of woman could win the favor of such a favored man of heaven?

Now he naturally understood it, or rather, he suddenly realized it the moment he first went up the mountain and saw Duanmu Liuli.

After Wang Heting expressed his feelings, Jiang Chen considerately remained silent for a moment and silently drank the functional drinks provided by the club.

The truth is out.

The Taoist nun didn’t come to meet Huangmao privately, but it seemed that there was no difference between her and Huangmao.

"Colonel Wang, don't worry about Liuli. I will take care of her. Colonel Wang has more important responsibilities on his shoulders."

I'll take care of it.

Anyone with a thick skin wouldn't be able to say such words.

So after Jiang Chen finished speaking, Liu Sangyu, who was admiring the river view, glanced at him.

Have you forgotten how the competition just now ended in a dignified manner?

Looking at Jiang Chen's sincere face, Wang Heting pursed his lips and then smiled.

"Mr. Jiang clearly has a burden on his shoulders that is no lighter than mine, and may even be heavier. It's okay to be modest, but being overly modest is hypocrisy."

"My problems really shouldn't be ranked in order of importance. Whether you are the head of state or a dung picker, you are serving the people."

Wang Heting was stunned. For a moment he couldn't tell whether the other party was being sincere or joking.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Unexpectedly, at this time, the taciturn Liu Sangyu spoke.

It’s okay to chat about this topic with Cao Jinse in private, but what is the relationship between him and the person he is chatting with?

Do you know each other well?

Ordinary people can naturally talk and speak freely, but the higher you go, the more you need to be careful with your words and actions, because your voice can be infinitely amplified by strong winds at any altitude.

There are too many vivid examples in history of people causing trouble by speaking.

Although the other party's tone sounded a bit admonishing, it was also a reminder.

At this time, it is better to accept the mistake and not make such a comparison, and the matter will be over. However, Jiang Chen's old habit came back, and he said calmly: "Miss Liu, not only in Donghai, but also in Kyoto, I would say the same thing. And I am different from Miss Liu. I am a businessman, and I am not even a member of the party."

Liu Sangyu was silent, and Wang Heting's laughter rang out instead, which was particularly hearty under the bright light shining through the glass.

"No way, Mr. Jiang, you are really not a party member?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

Wang Heting smiled and said, "That's a pity. Mr. Jiang is not trying to save the annual party dues, is he?"

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with surprise, "How did Colonel Wang know?"

Liu Sangyu looked away and looked at the lively Pujiang River again.

"Although Mr. Jiang is not a party member, his contributions are enough to put countless party members to shame. After all, party members are only a minority in the country. The construction of the country still requires the concerted efforts of the majority of the group. The existence of non-party members like Mr. Jiang just shows that our nation is full of vitality and hope."

Listen.

What is a model speech?

To be able to reach this level at such a young age, in addition to hard power, talents in all aspects are definitely indispensable.

"Colonel Wang, you are too kind. If we talk about the group that has made the greatest contribution, it is always the military. Every inch of land is stained with blood. If it were not for the soldiers who carried the burden forward, where would there be lights in every home, and where would there be peace and prosperity in the country?"

Jiang Chen could say this with confidence, but Wang Heting, as a listener, felt a little stiff.

Man, business compliments are business compliments, but we can’t be so formalistic, right?

It’s corny or not.

"Go over there and chat."

Liu Sangyu opened his mouth, still looking outside. His meaning was simple: he wanted to blow it to the side.

Jiang Chen remained motionless, pretending not to hear.

So what if he's a major.

The masters of the country are the people.

Long live the people!

Even if he was a colonel, he had no authority to give orders to him.

"You know what? We just came back from Kyoto."

Wang Heting could only change the subject. He realized that when it came to flattery, he was no match for this guy.

Coming back from Kyoto?

When returning to Sichuan from Kyoto, will you pass through the East China Sea?

of course.

There's no need to dwell on such details.

It is very likely that the colonel's way of expressing his feelings was destined to be more tactful, and the nun, who was concentrating on eating walnuts, had no way of noticing it.

She is really strong. She doesn't even need a shell opener, nor does she use two walnuts to leverage force like normal people. She only uses two fingers, the thumb and index finger, to turn the walnut into a peanut.

Because of the sensitivity of the other party's profession, if the other party didn't say anything, Jiang Chen would definitely not rashly inquire about it. But since the other party mentioned it on his own initiative, it would naturally be harmless to chat about it.

"Really? I'm planning to go to Kyoto soon."

"Is it because of Mr. Fang?"

Jiang Chen remained calm, but the look he gave Wang Heting became even more - disgusting.

Although we don't have the wings of a phoenix, we are connected in spirit! Wang Heting is a passionate man, a character that ghosts and monsters have to avoid when they meet him. However, he felt a little uncomfortable when he was stared at by him and couldn't help but adjust his sitting position.

"If Mr. Jiang is planning to visit Mr. Fang next, I'm afraid it's too late."

Jiang Chen frowned but didn't ask.

"My sister and I happened to be in Kyoto for an exchange some time ago, so I stopped by to see Mr. Fang for the last time."

Lan Peizhi is really not one to exaggerate, and the facts seem to be more serious than she explained.

"The last time?"

Jiang Chen finally couldn't help it.

"Mr. Jiang, didn't you receive the news? Mr. Fang passed away this morning."

"..."

"Mr. Fang is a respectable old man who dedicated his whole life to the country and the people. Even when he was lying on his deathbed, he was still..."

Wang Heting stopped and sighed slightly.

"What did Mr. Fang say?"

Jiang Chen asked calmly.

Wang Heting was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Mr. Fang was just reciting a poem."

"poetry?"

"But I am sad that I cannot see the whole country together."

"..."

The atmosphere became quiet.

The soft sunlight filtered through the glass fell on the faces of several people, leaving behind different shapes and shadows.

"Mr. Jiang, there is something I need to communicate with you."

Wang Heting spoke again, saying that a soldier should not be sentimental. The regrets of the ancestors cannot be made up for by sighing here.

"Colonel Wang, please speak."

"The Fang family has decided to let Fang Jun join the army. This is also one of Mr. Fang's last wishes."

Join the army?

Fang Jun should have been released on parole. As a person with a criminal record, even if it was an economic crime, he is not allowed to be drafted into the army, right?

of course.

If someone really wants to serve the country, why not give them a chance.

"This kind of thing doesn't seem to have anything to do with me. Colonel Wang, there's no need to reveal it to me."

Wang Heting said meaningfully, "Since Mr. Jiang thinks it's okay, that's good. Fang Jun will serve in the army with us next."

Jiang Chen was surprised.

Sichuan is in the south, but Fang Jun is a real Kyoto native. Even if he wants to join the army, he should choose a place in the north.

But soon, he understood.

The departure of Mr. Fang was a heavy blow to the Fang family, especially to Fang Jun, who had just experienced an important turning point in his life. He joined the army, certainly not to become a soldier.

"In the army, everyone is treated equally. Fang Jun will not receive any extra preferential treatment from us."

Jiang Chen suddenly felt that he had done a great job. It could be said that Fang Jun's life trajectory was changed by him.

"He still has to observe mourning. If Mr. Jiang goes to Kyoto, he should still have time to see him."

Wang Heting said with a smile.

"I won't go and ask for trouble. Mr. Fang won't welcome me."

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"Not always."

Wang Heting stopped talking and said, "Sister, let's set off then?"

"Walk."

Liu Sangyu stood up.

Wang Heting stood up and stopped Jiang Chen at the same time, "No need to see me off, Mr. Jiang, we'll see each other later."

Jiang Chen still stood up.

"Bon voyage, both of you."

Wang Heting nodded and smiled, then looked at Duanmu Liuli who had also stood up, not caring whether Jiang Chen's presence would affect his image, "Duanmu, I don't know how long it will take for us to meet again, can you give me a hug?"

Duanmu Liuli just looked at him quietly.

Wang Heting sighed, didn't force it anymore, turned around and left, as decisive and free as ever.

Or maybe people like them are destined to be like this.

Watching the backs of the siblings, Jiang Chen said softly: "Men and women should not touch each other, and it is normal not to hug each other, but it is okay to say a blessing."

It's really touching.

If Wang Shangxian heard this, he would probably not leave for a while and would call him up to the stage for a duel.

"Then I'll send him a message."

Jiang Chen peeked openly without any shame, and saw Duanmu Liuli took out his mobile phone, typed two words and sent it out.

"Goodbye."

Jiang Chen smiled dumbly.

How polite.

In the descending sightseeing elevator.

Wang Heting looked at the letter on his mobile phone, feeling both amused and sad, yet already satisfied.

People should not be too greedy.

Just two words, which is pretty good.

"Isn't it embarrassing?"

All sisters in the world are the same. They will never care about their younger brother's face. Liu Sangyu simply rubbed salt into his wounds.

"What a shame."

Wang Heting put away his phone and returned to his normal expression.

"You and she are not the same kind of people."

"Sister, I finally have someone I like. You don't have to always discourage me."

The brother and sister are very interesting. They look straight ahead when talking, without even looking at each other. They act arrogant and the declining scenery is reflected in their eyes.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Liu Sangyu responded that she is not a star and does not need to establish a persona. This rare female university colonel is consistent in her appearance and inner self, and there is no change even when she is alone with her brother. She either keeps silent or gets straight to the point.

"Sister doesn't want to get married, but I do plan to get married, otherwise our family will be extinct."

Although Liu Daxiao, who could make a living by his good looks, was not angry at all, it was obvious that this was not the first time that the siblings had argued about this.

"I never said I wouldn't have a family."

"Then go ahead and look for someone. You still don't even have a crush on someone, and no one dares to pursue you. Sister, I'm not saying anything mean, but I feel..."

Wang Heting still didn't finish his words. So what if their level was terrifying? They were just like ordinary siblings and would still make fun of each other and bicker.

"Do you think you can take her down? Even if there were ten of you, no one would be her match."

"Sister, love is not a competition, let alone a war. Does it matter who is stronger or weaker? Why do you have to find someone weaker than you? Are you worried about domestic violence?"

In terms of eloquence, the elder sister Liu Sangyu is undoubtedly inferior. Wang Heting does not know how to stop when he is ahead, and continues: "I can't beat ten of them, but you can beat ten of them? Sister, it's not shameful to admit the gap. Only by facing the gap can you catch up and make up for it, just like Jiang Chen. You are doing everything you can to prevent me and Duanmu from being together. Are you worried that you will not be able to control me after Duanmu is with you?"

Liu Sangyu finally turned her head and looked at him.

"Do I need to stop you?"

Killer.

Wang Heting felt a tightness in his chest.

"Ding."

The elevator door opens.

Liu Sangyu walked out. (End of this chapter)