I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"What are you doing?"

Tong Dan, who was like an older sister to Hong Xiaoyu, took good care of him. When he returned, she immediately asked with concern, "You only drank a little beer, are you going to need to go to the toilet soon? You should go to the hospital to check your kidney function."

Hong Xiaoyu remained calm and sat back down in her seat. "I just had a medical check-up."

It's over.

It seems even this younger brother can't be controlled anymore.

Tong Dan was a little frustrated, but unwilling to accept reality. Unable to gain the upper hand verbally, she started to force herself to drink.

The ladies drank beer, except for Hong Xiaoyu, while Jiang Chen, Wu Yubin, and Fu Zili drank baijiu (Chinese liquor).

The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful, and all burdens were lifted.

Compared to the party at the Emperor Hotel, today is even more worthwhile to drink until we drop.

"You should drink less."

Jiang Chen quietly reminded Qingmei.

Fang Qing turned her head to look at him. The pink bouquet on the table made her cheeks look radiant and delicate, which was complemented by her beautiful retro dress.

Tsk.

It was truly a feast for the eyes.

"I meant your gastroenteritis."

After the party that day, I went to the hospital the next day. Other than that, nothing else happened.

"Are you scared?"

"What am I afraid of?"

"It's too much trouble to take me to the hospital."

This is what it means for masters to spar, a battle of feints and real attacks.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved and shook his head calmly, "Anyway, it's not me who's giving the injection."

"What are you doing? Don't show off your love here, okay?"

Tong Dan interrupted, glancing at the two whispering, "Aren't you two ashamed of yourselves, being a bunch of single dogs?"

The others chuckled to themselves.

As she spoke, Tong Dan raised her glass, displaying her usual boldness and prowess, "President Jiang, you did a great job today. You finally acted like a man. I'll toast you."

Hong Xiaoyu almost burst out laughing.

Tong Dan is still so brave!

Jiang Chen remained expressionless, and as he raised his glass, he said, "Let's drink, Fang Qing should drink less today."

Upon hearing this, Tong Dan's expression immediately changed, and she said in a strange voice, "Oh, oh, oh, so you're starting to protect me now."

"No, she's not in good health."

How come I never knew she wasn't in good health?

To protect Qingmei's privacy, Jiang Chen didn't mention that she had gone to the hospital for an IV drip, but instead said, "She's also prone to getting drunk and acting crazy."

"real or fake?"

Tong Dan looked at Fang Qing in surprise.

Didn't you send it?

Fang Qing calmly retorted, refusing to accept someone's suggestion, and proactively picked up her beer, saying, "Let's have a drink together, wishing Tie Jun and Wen Rong a happy marriage."

"Dry!"

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Fu, let's have a baijiu (Chinese liquor)."

Wu Yubin proposed that, as a Brahman from the county town, there should be no airs whatsoever.

If the gathering on the other day was out of politeness, then today it is out of heartfelt and necessary respect.

"Squad Leader Wu, don't call me that. We're all friends."

Jiang Chen was as approachable as ever, saying, "You're all in Shacheng, keep in touch when you have time."

Fu Zili nodded, "It's fate that we can get together. Squad Leader Wu, please take care of me in the future."

Wu Yubin smiled modestly, without using official jargon, and said in a very chivalrous manner, "Wherever there is a need for me, Wu Yubin, I will do my duty without hesitation."

Look.

This is a smart person.

Fu Zili knew very well who the other party was acting this way because of. Holding his wine glass, he laughed jokingly, "Haha, if Squad Leader Wu and I join forces, won't this Sand City be ours?"

"You haven't even had much to drink, and you're already bragging. If you drank more, wouldn't the whole of China be yours?"

Tong Dan joked.

The banquet was filled with clinking glasses and laughter.

"Busy working?"

Tie Jun walked over suddenly. The banquet was only halfway through, and as the groom, he should have been busy with many things.

"Take it easy, but you have to hold on until the end and wait for me."

Tie Jun must have had something come up. He replied to Fu Zili, then walked to Jiang Chen's side, bent down, and whispered, "Your cousin Zhang Zhongquan has run into some trouble."

"He collapsed at the door and was taken away by ambulance."

"..."

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then asked, "What happened?"

"It seems like high blood pressure."

Tie Jun was probably a bit annoyed; encountering something like this at a wedding was undoubtedly unlucky.

However, unexpected events can occur and are difficult to predict.

High blood pressure, while not extremely serious, is not insignificant either. If left untreated, it can lead to cerebral hemorrhage, stroke, or even death.

“He knows my father-in-law, and I didn’t even know he was coming. Don’t worry, your aunt went with him.”

"I'm sorry for making things difficult for you."

Jiang Chen said.

Tie Jun smiled, patted his shoulder, and everything was understood without words.

As a childhood friend, I know the Jiang family's situation very well.

Jiang Chen is not a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Everything is cause and effect.

"Take your time drinking. I'll come over when I'm done with my work."

With a shout, Tie Jun left.

The others didn't hear the conversation between the two, but Fang Qing, who was sitting next to them, heard it all clearly.

After all, Tie Jun deliberately stood between the two of them, making no attempt to avoid Qing Gege.

"Shall we go take a look after we finish eating?"

Jiang Chen laughed, "You're not the kind of person who doesn't hold grudges."

"You're not the type to hold grudges."

Fang Qing said, "It's just a door, it's fine."

Jiang Chen's smile became even more meaningful, "Playing the good girl again, huh?"

Pretending to be well-behaved in front of elders is her specialty.

only.

Are Zhang Zhongquan and his wife considered her elders?
Under the table.

Fang Qing stomped on his foot, without holding back.

The sharp touch of the high heels contorted someone's expression. Not to be outdone, he quickly reached out and pinched Qingmei's thigh.

Even through the skirt, you can feel its full elasticity.

Fang Qing's cheeks flushed slightly. She guessed she hadn't expected him to be so bold, and immediately glared at him with a mixture of shyness and anger.

In the past, no matter what she did, this guy would always swallow his anger and accept it passively.

It can only be said that Qinggege's romantic experience is still too limited; she's practically a blank slate.

she does not know.

Men change once they cross a certain line.

This is why many women complain that their partners behave completely differently before and after they start dating.

"If you touch me again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Someone looked at the table and spoke calmly, as if to say that from now on, he would stand up for himself and no longer endure humiliation.

Would Fang Qing be afraid of such a threat?
The answer is definitely no. As a leading figure among women of the new era, how could the self-reliant and strong-willed Princess Qing bow down to shameless people?

"Let's see why you're not being polite."

Ok.

Someone got hit on the instep again.

then.

one more time.

Fang Qing seems to be trying to defend the authority she has maintained for more than 20 years.

In the past, without a doubt, he would have backed down, either by making an excuse to go to the bathroom or by switching places with someone else. But today, he did not continue to be cowardly.

Zhang Zhongquan can stand up straight.

Moreover, Tong Dan said that today he is a real man!

It seemed as if he could see the scene under the linen tablecloth. When Qingmei raised her foot again, taking advantage of the situation, Boss Jiang, who had endured the first half of his life, made a move. His upper body remained still, but his two legs nimbly and precisely clamped down on Fang Qing's domineering leg.

Fang Qing was startled and tried to pull her leg out, but the clamping force was too strong and she couldn't move. In addition, she couldn't struggle violently to avoid being noticed by others.

"You... let go!"

She whispered.

"Should honest people be bullied?"

Fang Qing's cheeks flushed red, like the first peach blossom in early spring, or the winter plum blossom vying with the snow for beauty in the cold winter. Fortunately, she had the alcohol to back her up.

Facts explained.

When the veneer of civilization is stripped away, women gain no advantage whatsoever.

"I'm not stepping on it anymore, let go."

Ah.

"And you call yourself a lawyer? Do you think criminals can escape all punishment just by ceasing their harmful behavior?"

"What do you want?!"

The sensation of legs intertwined is more intoxicating than alcohol; just how profound is this person's acting skill?

He even casually picked up a piece of steamed pork with rice flour, put it in his mouth without any apparent reaction, and only after chewing it did he say, "What do you think?"

Fang Qing pursed her lips tightly, her eyes surging violently, and then seemed to have made a difficult decision.

"...I'll let you touch me one more time."

Jiang Chen, who was just trying to scare her, froze, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter. Luckily, he had already swallowed the steamed pork, otherwise he would definitely have spat it out.

Everyone was instantly drawn to Jiang Chen, who was laughing out loud for no reason, completely baffled.

"Brother...what's wrong with you?"

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First People's Hospital.

The emergency room doctor said earnestly, "Your husband's high blood pressure isn't too serious, but he has liver qi stagnation. This condition is caused by living in a repressive environment for a long time and not being able to release his emotions."

"Doctor, do I need to be hospitalized?"

Mai Encui didn't understand the doctor's deeper meaning at all, or rather, she simply didn't want to understand it.

"It's not necessary for now, but it's best to avoid any further stimulation. High blood pressure is very common now. It may not affect normal life, but if it's not well controlled, there is a risk of becoming a vegetable if it flares up."

This doctor, being a compassionate healer, deliberately exaggerated the severity of the situation, undoubtedly hoping to ease the burden on the patient's family.

In fact, doctors who have been practicing medicine for a long time will realize that some patients' lesions are not actually located in their bodies.

Upon hearing the risk of her becoming a vegetable, Mai Encui's face paled slightly, a change that even her carefully applied makeup for the wedding couldn't conceal.

Being idle and lazy is one thing.

If I were to become a complete cripple, unable to move, bedridden, and needing someone to take care of me, that day would truly be the end of me.

"Okay, I understand."

"Remember to take the prescribed medicine on time."

"Thank you doctor."

Mai Encui walked out of the emergency room carrying her bag. Zhang Zhongquan sat on a chair in the corridor, his eyes vacant and his expression blank, looking very much like a person in a vegetative state.

He actually woke up in the ambulance.

"You bastard, what made you so angry? I'm going to call Jiang Huazi!"

The doctor's good intentions seemed to have no effect. Mai Encui pretended to rummage through her bag to get her phone, intending to confront the Hong family and demand an explanation, but refused to admit that she had any responsibility.

"You think you haven't been insulted enough?"

Zhang Zhongquan definitely did not become a vegetable.

A person in a vegetative state cannot sit up.

"Wasn't it Hong Xiaoyu who made you this angry? Shouldn't they pay for the ambulance and medical expenses?"

Zhang Zhongquan's face flushed red, and he tried to say something, but all he could manage was a violent cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

The doctor's words instantly came to mind: her son was still young, and if anything happened to her husband, even if they divorced, her life wouldn't be easy.

Mai Encui quickly sat down, supported her husband, and patted his back. "The doctor said you can't get too excited."

Was he trying to get agitated?!

A dozen seconds later, Zhang Zhongquan stopped coughing, spat on the ground, and took a deep breath. "From now on, we sever all ties with the Hong family and will have no further contact with them!"

Obvious.

Hong Xiaoyu completely broke the heart of his cousin.

Not only did they make people go from the wedding venue to the hospital, but they also caused them so much stress that they were forced to stay there.

And they didn't even taste a single bite of the food.

The favor was completely wasted!

"Yes, yes, we won't contact each other anymore, are you feeling better?"

Mai Encu was still patting her back.

The ones who truly weather the storms together are always husband and wife.

Zhang Zhongquan nodded, his emotions calming down somewhat.

For fear of causing serious harm, Mai Encui dared not say anything more to provoke him. "Don't be angry. It's just a little bit of money, what's the big deal? There are so many rich people in this world, we don't care!"

Zhang Zhongquan remained silent.

After all, such comfort is like a paper window—too fragile, too powerless, and too hypocritical.

“Our son is still young, and you are the head of the family, so you can’t afford to make any mistakes. As long as you’re willing to work hard, there are plenty of ways to make money. Even an orphan can become rich, so why can’t we? Bian Zaide became the richest man in his fifties, and you’re only forty, so young!”

As expected of someone who works in a beauty salon, she is indeed eloquent; her words are much more pleasant to hear than before.

But it only makes me feel good inside.

Reality remains as cold as the white walls of this hospital.

"Can we afford a car that costs 100 million?"

Mai Encui was speechless for a moment.

One billion.

In the mouths of important people, it's just a trivial goal.

But for ordinary people like them, it's heavier than the sky above their heads. They don't even want to try to take on the challenge; just thinking about it makes them feel powerless.

Mai Encui opened her mouth, then changed the subject, "So what if he's rich? He still got paint splashed on him. What's with all the airs? He just flaunts himself in front of us. Greenland Group dealt with the Fang family, and he didn't dare say a word? No, he did! He encouraged other homeowners to sue Greenland Group, and what happened? He lost everything and was utterly humiliated! If I had a son-in-law like that, I'd kick him out!"

In mathematics, this is called arithmetic substitution.

Mai Encui has a low level of education, only a junior high school education, but she has successfully roused her dejected husband.

How can we maintain a healthy mindset?

The key lies in "balance".

As Zhang Zhongquan lifted the Green Land property onto the scale, his heart felt less heavy.

When working like cattle and horses, people grovel before their superiors, but when they think of how those superiors bow and scrape before the big boss, they feel as if they have regained their dignity.

Having just suffered a flare-up of his high blood pressure, Zhang Zhongquan was certainly not in a state of rationality at that moment.

Of course.

Ordinary people at the bottom of society don't really have much of a brain.

He nodded.

"Yes. Compared to Greenland Group, he's nothing!" (End of Chapter)