I have ten trillion licking dog gold

When Fu Zili, the most prominent figure in Shacheng, finally walked out of the Ximen Detention Center after being detained for over a hundred days and nights, he was not greeted by a grand scene.

Only a few sparse, blurry figures could be seen in the twilight, the setting sun falling on them, and they were even chatting casually.

"Why are you here instead of focusing on your wedding preparations?"

Fu Zili approached and jokingly cursed at one of them.

"This isn't just for you; I've been eyeing Mr. Fu's gift money for a long time."

Not just for show, Tie Jun actually pulled out a festive bright red invitation from his inner pocket, walked towards the other side, and handed it over.

Fu Zili took it, opened it, and glanced at it.

"So formal?"

"Forget about everything else, a wedding is something you only do once in your life, so of course it has to be done properly and according to the rules."

Eyes facing each other.

The two burst into laughter at the same time, and then hugged each other tightly.

"Brother, congratulations on your marriage!"

Tie Jun patted him hard on the back, "Luckily you came out in time, otherwise I would remember this for the rest of my life."

Fu Zili let go of her hand. "How could I possibly miss your wedding? I'd break out of prison to make it."

Jokes are jokes.

Everyone knows that the person we should be most grateful to for ensuring we have no regrets is someone else.

Tie Jun stepped aside.

Fu Zili looked behind him and saw the couple who were quietly watching.

"Qing Gege, Jiang Chen, and I waited for you for more than half an hour. We thought the date was wrong."

Tie Jun said from the side.

Fu Zili took a deep breath, held the wedding invitation, stepped forward, moved his lips, but didn't say anything.

"Others who come out of detention are like they've been skinned alive, but you seem to be getting more and more energetic?"

Jiang Chen asked, puzzled.

"It's probably because my daily routine inside was too regular."

Jiang Chen nodded, staring at the other person's head. "That's a nice hairstyle."

Fu Zili laughed heartily, "Haha, don't you look younger than before?"

"Indeed, now you look like your real age."

Tie Jun walked over.

Despite being a big shot in Shacheng, driving a Land Rover, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, and always carrying a luxury bag, Fu Zili is only two years older than them and is not even thirty yet.

However, when you're out in the world, image is indeed very important.

An elder brother should act like an elder brother.

"Fang Qing, thank you."

Fu Zili shifted his gaze.

Qinggege, the only woman in this small circle, also joked, "Be careful, just don't go in again."

Suddenly.

Everyone was amused.

"Whether I go in or not is not something I can control, but if I do go in again, I will definitely not bother you again. Please don't worry about whether I live or die."

"Look, Boss Fu's awareness is always so high. He's always prepared."

Tie Jun joked.

We're not children anymore.

"A man in the world is often powerless to control his own destiny" is not just a simple movie line, but a true reflection of many people like Fu Zili.

This world is never black and white, but rather a delicate shade of gray.

People like Fu Zili who engage in shady dealings are no match for ordinary people.

What can I do?
Should we stand on the moral high ground and force him to abandon his previous business and assets?

It is indeed easy for bystanders to just talk.

“I wasn’t there when you went in, so I’ll make up for it today. I’ll find a place to welcome you back and treat you to a meal.”

Jiang Chen said generously.

"Tsk, Mr. Fu really has a lot of influence."

Tie Jun sighed, then reminded him: "This is a rare opportunity. You know the high-end areas of Shacheng well, so you can choose the place."

Fu Zili waved his hand, "Why bother choosing a place? We can just eat at your place."

Just as Tie Jun was about to speak, he heard Fu Zili continue, winking at him: "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders. You can adjust the prices temporarily. For example, a skewer of meat that usually sells for three yuan can sell for five or eight yuan today."

Tie Jun beamed and gave a thumbs up.

"Great minds think alike. You are truly brothers."

"You two are plotting to fleece a fat sheep, could you at least keep it a secret from someone?"

Jiang Chen walked to the Maserati Quattroporte, opened the driver's side door, and said, "Let's go."

Tie Jun patted Fu Zili on the shoulder, "Get in the car."

Four people and two cars.

One after the other.

There's no chasing or racing, just a leisurely drive along the road towards the city, a kind of carefree and pleasant experience.

Inside the 200,000 yuan domestic new energy vehicle, Fu Zili lowered the passenger window and savored the feeling of freedom.

"Junzi, I won't be attending your wedding, but I'll definitely send my wedding gift."

Tie Jun remained unfazed, gripping the steering wheel and watching the rear of the Maserati ahead.

"What? You're backing out as soon as you get on the bus? In this world, isn't it all about keeping your word?"

Fu Zili chuckled and leaned back comfortably in his chair. "It's bad luck for a convict like me to attend a wedding right after I get out."

"What kind of ex-convict are you? Has the court convicted you? You're not in prison, you're in a detention center."

Fu Zili knew his brother's feelings, and while feeling a surge of warmth, he insisted, "I really won't go. Even if you don't mind, you have to think about your wife's side. What if her family knew your brother just got out of jail..."

"Shouldn't you treat the detention center like a hotel, brother?"

Tie Jun interrupted, "Why have you become so sentimental after just one time? This isn't like you."

Fu Zili chuckled and shook his head. "I'm being serious with you. You're not alone anymore."

"I'm not kidding you either."

Tie Jun drove with his eyes fixed straight ahead, calm and serious. "Do you know why you were able to get out early this time?"

"It's all thanks to Jiang Chen and Fang Qing."

Fu Zili laughed without hesitation. Although it was Qing Gege who came forward, he knew perfectly well who had given the order.

But buddy.

Not everything needs to be said.

The feelings between men are different from those between men and women.

There is a need for expression between men and women.

As for men, it's enough to keep it in your hearts.

"No, you benefited from my fame."

Tie Jun rejected the idea, saying, "Jiang Chen wouldn't have interfered if it weren't for wanting you to attend my wedding. So, if you're not going, then you can go back to your squatting spot."

Fu Zili was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing more freely and happily than ever before.

"So, does that mean I absolutely have to attend your wedding?"

"You decide for yourself."

Two cars passed through the West Gate tunnel one after the other.

Fu Zili's laughter gradually faded, but a smile remained on his face as he looked at the Maserati CEO in front of him.

Of course.

You definitely can't see what's inside the car.

"How are they doing now?"

"What do you mean?"

Tie Jun asked, puzzled.

"Still frozen?"

"I don't understand."

"Junzi, you're being a bit selfish. You only care about your own happiness, right?"

"Do you have any idea?"

Tie Jun countered with a question.

Fu Zili was speechless. "What can I do?"

"So, what can I do?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Fu Zili spoke: "So you're saying they're still the same?"

What changes do you think can be made?

The Iron Army uses the word "can" instead of "knows".

Fu Zili fell silent again, his brows furrowed, and he sighed helplessly, "Headache."

"It can only be said that fate is cruel," Tie Jun commented.

He understood Fang Qing's thoughts.

We wait until she has the ability, until the time is right, and until she has accumulated enough material resources.

But life has no script; it's full of too many variables.

Waiting in this world is not always as tacit as the wind blowing and flowers falling.

As for Jiang Chen...

Despite his usual domineering and unyielding attitude towards Qing Gege, he used to feel inferior in her presence.

A man's inferiority complex.

There is only one way.

There's no way to give the other person a secure future.

Of course.

There's no need to feel inferior now.

However, he already had someone by his side.

You can't have both youth and the feeling of youth.

same.

Love cannot wait until everything is perfectly prepared before it begins.

Who should be blamed?

No one is wrong.

Anyone can be a Monday morning quarterback.

No one can use their current intelligence to bully their past self.

"Is Jiang Chen's girlfriend still the same one?"

"I think so. Didn't you go to the East China Sea before? I haven't seen it yet."

"He didn't bring his girlfriend back this time?"

Fu Zili was surprised.

"No."

A one-word reply would have been enough, but Tie Jun still added, unnecessarily, "He came back alone."

Fu Zili turned his head.

But Tie Jun didn't respond and avoided eye contact.

"So it's not like there's no chance after all."

Fu Zili withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself.

"I think you should sort out your own affairs first. We shouldn't interfere in their problems, since we can't afford to offend either of them right now."

Fu Zili laughed, "Needless to say, your store must be doing very well now, the scales are so accurate."

"Don't even mention it. After you went in, we lost such a big customer like you, and the losses were huge."

"Haha, as long as you know what's going on."

When the two cars arrived at the entrance of Junzi Barbecue Restaurant, it was around 7 p.m.

The light was dim, and the moon climbed above the streetlights.

"Junzi, your shop's business is really not doing so well."

Fu Zili slammed the car door shut, looked at the deserted barbecue restaurant, and said deliberately.

Actually, at this time, the barbecue restaurant is still in the preparation stage. The busiest time for barbecue business is during the late night.

"So bring more people to spend money in the future."

Tie Jun smiled and beckoned the group into the shop.

"boss."

"Not bad, we have more and more people."

In fact, you can tell how well a store is doing by looking at the number of its employees. Aside from the people busy in the kitchen, Fu Zili saw four or five middle-aged women cleaning and serving dishes.

"Jiang Chen, shall we order, or shall we?"

Tie Jun showed basic respect to the host who was treating him to a meal.

"You order. But you have to give me a discount when you pay the bill."

"The wool comes from the sheep's back, so we can offer discounts however much we want."

Tie Jun said, "Please sit down, I'll go order the food."

"It really is a rip-off."

Fu Zili smiled and picked a table nearby. "Let's sit here."

The three of them sat down.

Seeing Tie Jun ordering food, Fu Zili lowered his voice and asked, "How much is the monetary gift you're planning to give?"

How many are you planning to take?

Jiang Chen countered with a question.

"If we're going to do it, we should definitely do the same thing. I'll just follow your lead in whatever number you guys do."

As a well-known local bigwig, even though he's in jail, his business empire is still there. How come he doesn't have any airs?
Fu Zili cannot be blamed.

He used to be flamboyant.

But reality woke him up.

Jiang Chen gave him a personal experience of a line from the game.

A true master always has the heart of an apprentice.

"Just tell me how many digits there are, don't bother if it's too many."

"Sixty-six thousand."

Fu Zili looked at Fang Qing and nodded, "It's settled."

Sixty-six thousand.

very suitable.

Not too many, not too few.

"I will follow this standard when I get married in the future."

"You can even talk about relationships in a detention center?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Female police officers aren't good enough?"

Jiang Chen looked at him with admiration, "Big Brother is indeed Big Brother."

“I’m not like Junzi. I’m the kind of person who’s not suited for marriage,” Fu Zili said, shaking his head after the joke.

"Don't say that. Princess Qing is sitting right here. Ask her. Most of those death row inmates have families."

The man was a forgetful person; the embarrassment of fleeing from the Fang family a few days ago was long gone.

"I feel like you're cursing me."

"No. What I mean is, everyone is tied to a red thread. You feel you're not suited for marriage because you haven't met the person you're tied to yet."

"Is it possible that the red thread on someone's foot is tied to more than one person?"

The eldest brother is indeed the eldest brother.

Their way of thinking is different from others.

Jiang Chen seemed to be thinking about something, and then said, "...It's not impossible."

Fu Zili laughed heartily.

"What are you talking about? So happy."

Tie Jun came over after ordering, saying, "Add anything else you want to eat later."

Jiang Chen and I were talking about whether you'd rather have a daughter or a son.

Tie Jun sat down. "I don't care. Having a daughter or a son is the same, but personally I prefer a daughter."

"Me too."

Fu Zili nodded unconsciously, "A daughter is a father's little cotton-padded jacket."

Tie Jun asked in surprise, "Didn't you always say you weren't going to get married?"

Fu Zili remained nonchalant, saying, "Whether I get married or not, I never said I wouldn't have children. These are two separate things."

Tie Jun was speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

There is no right or wrong.

Everyone has a different lifestyle and perspective.

Now the country has started to legislate to protect it.

Even though Qinggege, who works in the legal field, was sitting here, she remained silent and did not refute anything.

Tie Jun shook his head, as if he had finally gotten his revenge, his brows beaming with pride. "Whether you have a boy or a girl, my child will definitely be the eldest."

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?"

As the oldest member of the group and the "big brother" figure since childhood, Fu Zili immediately stood up and retorted without hesitation: "You're just the first to get married. You might even have more children than us."

Just like the role assignments in childhood, Jiang Chen once again played the one who feared nothing more than a peaceful world, nodding with a smile and echoing, "I think you can't compare to Fu Zili."

Little did anyone know that a certain enchanting being far away in a foreign land was becoming increasingly sleepy. According to the time difference, it was only a little past eight o'clock there, yet drowsiness washed over him. He covered his luscious red lips and lazily yawned. (End of Chapter)