I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Greenland is not a publicly listed company, so there is no precise market capitalization to assess.

But it doesn't matter.

The lack of market capitalization does not mean that its strength cannot be studied.

According to publicly available information, since its inception, Greenland Group has developed a total area of ​​300 million square meters in Shacheng, serving approximately 6 homeowners. Last year, its sales revenue reached 16 billion yuan, and it has paid a cumulative total of 15 billion yuan in taxes.

The report card is quite impressive.

There's a reason why he has connections and influence in Shacheng.

How much money a company makes is not important; what the local government values ​​is what matters.
It is the contribution made by the enterprise.

Where does the contribution manifest itself?
Taxes paid are undoubtedly an important component of this.

In terms of performance, Greenland ranks first among real estate companies in Shacheng, and it is no exaggeration to say that even national companies like Hengsheng Real Estate, which are industry leaders, have to admit defeat in Shacheng.

This is also a kind of "even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake".

The taxes paid to the government amount to 15 billion.

In comparison, a car costing hundreds of millions of yuan seems insignificant.

Completely unaware that he was being treated like dirt, Boss Jiang was still enjoying himself at the wedding banquet. Of course, given his mindset, even if he knew, he wouldn't feel any displeasure.

The clock has passed eight o'clock.

Most of the guests have left.

They kept their promise, standing firm as best man and maid of honor until the very end.

"Today feels like a dream to me. Thank you all for creating a perfect wedding for Wenrong and me. Today will surely become an eternal memory for us. We both toast to you."

Only after all the guests have left did the bride and groom have the opportunity to enjoy their own banquet.

"Can you still drink? Don't pass out. The wedding isn't over yet; there's one more crucial part."

"Brother Zili, what segment are we talking about?"

Hong Xiaoyu was puzzled.

"Let's go to the bridal chamber!"

"Haha."

"Screw you."

Tie Jun raised his glass, "I'll drink this, you can drink as you like."

Wen Rong gently handed her a tissue.

"Ugh."

Fu Zili sighed enviously, "You just walked into the castle of happiness and ruthlessly abandoned us brothers."

"Getting married isn't something that happens easily."

Tie Jun unbuttoned his suit jacket and said, "Everyone has their own destiny."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Don't forget to let me know when you give birth."

Tong Danjing and his newlyweds.

Wen Rong lowered her eyes shyly.

"What are you talking about? We agreed to enjoy a year of just the two of us first, and we'll talk about having a baby after that."

Tie Jun responded generously.

"Well, you're still young, and the country's policies are getting better and better, so there's no need to rush."

"Old sergeant, so this was your plan all along. As a soldier, how could you be thinking of taking advantage of the country?"

"Why not take advantage of the freebies? The wait-and-see approach will always prevail."

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

The alcohol on everyone's faces grew stronger.

"I think that's about enough. Let's not get the groom really drunk and make him miss his wedding night. If that happens, we'll be in deep trouble."

Putting aside others, Fu Zili himself felt himself starting to feel dizzy.

When it comes to drinking, the key is not how much you drink, but the atmosphere.

"Yes, all good things must come to an end."

Tong Dan didn't make a fuss anymore. Beer is really filling; if she drank any more, she'd have to run to the toilet and throw up.

"Then let's leave it at that."

Tie Jun didn't try to stop him, otherwise he would definitely be the one to suffer.

On their wedding night, they can't really get so drunk they're completely unconscious.

"Princess Qing, don't forget your flowers."

The rest of the people laughed in a drunken manner.

Actually, Fang Qing didn't need the groom to remind her; she hadn't forgotten and picked up the bouquet, which symbolized good fortune.

"Princess Qing, may I have these flowers?"

Tong Dan said deliberately.

Fang Qing didn't say anything, but gave her a look, letting her understand on her own.

Tong Dan shut up, "Never mind what I said."

The newlyweds saw their close friends off at the entrance of the hall.

"Everyone, I won't see you off any further."

Enjoy your time together.

Fu Zili waved his hand. "I'm leaving."

The grand day gradually came to an end.

"Sister Tong Dan, do you need any deliveries?"

At the hotel entrance, Hong Xiaoyu asked.

"Go away. I'm perfectly sober. Taxi!"

"Bye-Bye."

Everyone parted ways and got into their respective cars.

Only Jiang Chen and Fang Qing were heading in the same direction.

Once inside the taxi, Jiang Chen unbuttoned his collar. "Driver, may I open the window?"

"Two hundred vomited on the car."

They must have smelled the alcohol on the two of them.

Jiang Chen smiled, opened the car window, and then turned his head, "Did you hear that? Spit two hundred on the car."

Qinggege still didn't listen to him and downed four or five more bottles of beer, not much less than she had at the party that day.

Jiang Chen was actually a little... worried.

Ok.

It's because I'm worried about her health.

Fang Qing ignored him, holding flowers and wearing a beautiful evening gown, and asked the taxi driver, "Sir, do you believe in love?"

Jiang Chen was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Four hundred for two people!"

The driver was completely focused on driving, displaying an almost oblivious dedication.

"Master, I'll give you four hundred. I'm asking you, do you believe in love?"

"Give me the money first."

The driver was sure the two people in the back were drunk; he didn't even glance at the rearview mirror.

"You're really going to give it to me?"

Jiang Chen saw Qingmei pick up her phone.

Fang Qing ignored him and scanned the QR code hanging on the back of the passenger seat.

drunk.

I'm drunk again.

"Ding-dong... Four hundred yuan has been credited to your account."

Upon hearing the notification sound from his phone, the middle-aged taxi driver looked up in surprise at the two young people behind him.

The alcohol smell is very strong.

But it seems he hasn't lost his mind.

“I have a recording in my car, and you gave it to me voluntarily.”

"Master, do you believe in love?"

Fang Qing was like a broken record.

"Believe."

The master answered with absolute decisiveness, “My wife and I are all about love. We’ve been married for over 20 years, and apart from the first three months, we’ve never stopped arguing. We’ve been to the Civil Affairs Bureau countless times, but we just can’t get a divorce. Tell me, isn’t that love?”

“Master, I paid four hundred! You should answer me, not me.”

Jiang Chen suppressed a laugh, looking at Qingmei, whose logical thinking was still quite clear. Drunk women are actually quite cute.

The taxi driver was a businessman, and as a businessman, he naturally understood the importance of honoring contracts. As he drove, he said, "What is love? I think it's very simple. There aren't so many complicated things. It's just wanting to be with her, liking the feeling of being with her. Whether she's ugly or beautiful, whether she has a bad personality or not doesn't matter. You just want to see her. When you're tired and sleepy at work, you think of her..."

"Just like when you young people go shopping for clothes in a mall, you see something you like at first sight and you have to buy it and take it home!"

The master finally gave a vivid and easy-to-understand analogy.

"But this dress has already been reserved by someone else?"

For four hundred yuan, the salesman was quite dedicated: "Pre-order? Then I'll tell you a trick. Take out your lipstick and smudge it, then it can only be sold to you."

Jiang Chen was caught off guard and his eyes were opened.

There are many hidden talents among ordinary people.

"Master, you must have been a master of romance when you were young, right?"

"What does it mean to be young? It means it is now."

The taxi driver started talking non-stop, boasting and bragging, while the two drunkards in the back seat were quite supportive, occasionally exchanging a few words with the driver and providing emotional support.

When we finally arrived at our destination, the driver was so pleased that he ignored the numbers on the meter.

"No need to pay."

I've already earned four hundred yuan and had my fill of talking, so the ten-odd yuan fare is nothing to me.

"master."

Fang Qing suddenly shouted.

"Ok?"

The taxi driver turned around and saw a cell phone with a photo on the screen. To be precise...

It's an ID photo.

—Lawyer's license!

"I'm a lawyer, give me my money back!"

The driver, who thought he'd struck it lucky tonight, froze, his lips trembling, "Miss, you can't do this..."

Large corporations like Greenland Group aren't afraid of lawyers, or even the courts, but that doesn't mean ordinary people have the same confidence.

Fang Qing put away her phone, not taking advantage of the situation to force the other party to return the money. "I've already memorized your license plate. From now on, if I see you in a taxi, you'll have to give me a free ride."

"..."

The driver was dumbfounded.

"Bah."

Fang Qing, holding a bouquet of flowers, pushed open the car door and got out.

Before getting off, Jiang Chen patted the driver's seat and said, "Master, people can be treacherous."

"Giggle."

The dilapidated dormitory building.

Fang Qing walked on tiptoe, her laughter like silver bells. Who says there's no elixir of youth? A bottle of beer that costs just a few dollars is one. Under the serene moonlight, she wore a retro dress, like a fairy dancing the waltz.

Jiang Chen followed behind at a leisurely pace, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips. "Be careful not to fall."

"Hey."

Fang Qing turned around, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

Jiang Chen stopped.

"what?"

Fang Qing held flowers in one hand and waved with the other.

Jiang Chen became wary, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and he repeated, "What?"

You can't fall into the same hole twice.

The lesson of getting drunk last time is still fresh in my mind.

Fortunately, Tie Jun's wedding was held on a sunny day, and it didn't rain.

"carried me."

Fang Qing said matter-of-factly.

"I can't carry it."

The person resolutely refused.

"I memorized it all this morning."

Look.

Once you've tasted the marrow, you'll crave more.

"I've had too much to drink."

Jiang Chen was concise. Why did he act as a "rickshaw driver" in the morning? It was so as not to delay Tie Jun's auspicious time. Now that the wedding is over, how could he possibly comply again?

"impossible."

Fang Qing, with an air of "I decide what I think, not what you think," said decisively, "I'm not drunk, so how could you be?"

Are you sure you're not drunk?

Jiang Chen asked politely.

"I'm not drunk!"

Holding a bouquet of flowers, Fang Qing, still like a dancer, tiptoed and moved lightly, step by step, approaching.

"Can you carry me on your back? I can't climb anymore~"

Women who act coquettishly have the best life.

Especially a man like Boss Jiang, who is the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

It should be noted that he dared to confront the Blood Guanyin head-on, displaying unwavering courage and strength.

Even if Fang Qing was drunk, she was definitely not completely drunk, and she knew how to easily manipulate a certain guy.

When she was a child, she used the same tactics: a combination of kindness and severity, a balance of gentleness and firmness, which never failed her.

A familiar feeling welled up in his heart, forming a glue-like effect that sealed Jiang Chen's mouth. It was as if that quirky girl next door had jumped out of the time machine and appeared right in front of him.

Who says that childhood sweethearts can't withstand a gift from heaven?
"How old are you?"

His lips moved, but the smile eventually turned into a helpless one.

"Twenty-six. What's wrong?"

Fang Qing looked at him with a straight face, her curved eyelashes clear and thick, stirring one's heartstrings.

"Are you going to carry it or not?"

"What if I don't memorize it?"

“If you don’t carry me, I’ll tell your parents. You molested me.”

whoosh-

Time seems to flow backwards all around us.

This moment is just like that moment.

This girl insisted that she wasn't drunk.

My parents are gone, but the "indecent assault" incident has become a fact, no longer a baseless accusation.

"Didn't you assault me?"

Jiang Chen countered with a question.

Fang Qing remained silent and stepped on it.

Jiang Chen avoided it.

Fang Qing stumbled and lost her balance, but a strong arm caught her.

"carried me."

Fang Qing continued to reiterate, clearly a stubborn little girl who wouldn't give up until she achieved her goal.

She was always like this when she was "young".

"I must have had the worst luck in the world."

After wandering around as if they had escaped from danger, they found themselves back at the starting point after leaving the maze.

Someone had this feeling at that moment.

But what can be done?
All that could be done was a useless and powerless sigh. I could only succumb to reality, help her stand up, and then squat down.

Fang Qing's face immediately lit up with a smile, "A little shorter."

"I'm not responsible if it falls."

He, now grown up, carried her, now grown up, towards the dark stairwell.

"It's so dark. Be careful. Why are you walking so fast?"

As we whispered sweet nothings to each other, I could clearly smell the fragrance of her hair and the scent of her bouquet.

Jiang Chen slowed his pace.

"Don't move."

"Take your hand away a little."

"I can't breathe."

"Do you think Li Shurui would misunderstand if she found out?"

Jiang Chen's steps remained steady, showing a man's responsibility and commitment to the safety of both of them.

"what do you know?"

"Flowers."

Fang Qing waved the bouquet in front of him again.

"If you don't tell her, how could she possibly know?"

The person's calm reply was absolutely brilliant!

"Makes sense."

Fang Qing rested her chin on his shoulder and suddenly blew a warm breath into his ear.

"what?!"

Jiang Chen reacted quite strongly.

I'm not a child anymore.

At that time, Fang Qing was Princess Taiping, and there wasn't much difference between her and Bei Tiejun and the others.

Things are different now.

He personally measured it out when he was in Kyoto.

"Why are you so fierce?"

With only half a floor left to go before arriving home, the dripping paint had already hardened when Fang Qing suddenly bit down on someone's neck.

And it was with real force.

Someone's eyes widened in horror, and they gasped, almost shouting out loud.

Fang Qing released her mouth and smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, there's no broken skin."

"What's wrong with you?"

"That's what the driver said, a lipstick mark."

"..."

Jiang Chen, who had been bitten for no reason, shouted, "Get down here!"

"I do not."

Fang Qing hugged his neck tighter again, "If you don't leave, I'll bite you again."

Having no other choice, the man lifted her legs to steady her back, and then reluctantly continued climbing.

The two of them climbed uphill step by step, heading towards their home.

feet.

Is that dried paint?

No.

That was the red carpet. (End of Chapter)