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"Brother, did you upset my sister again?"

An autumn night with an endless moon.

Mr. Jiang was leisurely lounging at home, holding up his phone and making a video call.

It's not about having beautiful wives and concubines. Pshaw, where are the concubines? This is modern society, and polygamy was abolished as early as the Republic of China era.

In the video, it's clearly that kid, the Martial Saint.

He wasn't there when Boss Jiang left Donghai; he was on vacation back in Sichuan. His vacation must be over now.

Look.

People all grow up.

This rebellious wretch, the Martial Saint, is comparable to the treacherous Three Altars and Seas Great God. This unfilial son, who could point his finger at his father and yell at him, now knows to come home more often.

Jiang Chen still remembers the first time he went home with Lan Peizhi and saw this kid.

A middle school student perfectly embodied the phrase "nose pointing skyward."

What is time?

The answer can be found on this kid's face.

"Don't jump to conclusions. There might be people who dare to mess with your sister, but I don't have that kind of ability."

Jiang Chen is very humble, but whether he actually has the ability is not something he can decide for himself.

The eyes of the masses are discerning, and justice resides in the hearts of the people.

"You have."

The Martial Saint's tone was quite firm; otherwise, why would he have used the word "again"?

Since it's "again," it means it happened before.

"What happened to your sister again?"

Look.

It's clearly also the character "又" (yòu).

There must be a reason why this kid is so certain.

"My sister came over just now and immediately asked where you were. She acted like a butcher about to slaughter a pig. Brother, it's a good thing you weren't here, otherwise... tsk tsk."

In the video, the Martial Saint smacked his lips, looking as if he couldn't imagine what was going on. The analogy was quite vivid, allowing viewers to fully imagine the tension and urgency of the scene.

There's really no need to use your imagination.

Blood Guanyin's style is widely praised, and Boss Jiang has witnessed it firsthand.

In Korea, those vicious Koreans fell like straws, their arms and heads flying everywhere.

This is the epitome of the so-called "Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus Rex".

He was lucky, had good fortune, and was fast.

If it were anyone else, the grass on their grave would be several feet tall by now.

"Your sister is here?"

"correct."

The Martial Saint solemnly reminded him, and his heartfelt concern could be felt even through the phone screen: "Brother, it's best if you don't come back for the time being, and lay low for a while."

Stay out of the spotlight?
Hasn't he been avoiding it for long?
It was just a pat on the butt, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh, is it necessary to hold such a grudge?
Well, while her heart may not be that big, it's not that small either.

Having narrowly escaped danger multiple times, Jiang Chen, who had become somewhat complacent, began to re-evaluate the seriousness of the slap he delivered in the courtyard house in Guxiang, Kyoto.

Of course.

He certainly wouldn't reveal his true colors in front of the Martial Saint, otherwise the glorious image he had painstakingly built would surely be ruined.

"Have you finished your homework?"

He changed the subject.

In fact, Boss Jiang is probably overthinking things. If Martial Saint knew what he had done, he probably wouldn't be furious and cursing. In fact, his image might be even more admirable in Martial Saint's mind.

"Forget about homework, let's get down to business!"

"Studying is the most important thing."

Just as the Martial Saint was about to speak, his gaze suddenly became strange for some reason, shifting his focus to what was behind Jiang Chen.

Don't say it.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late; it was only a little past eight o'clock.

In addition, Mr. Jiang is a staunch atheist, otherwise it would be quite unsettling.

"What are you looking at?"

"Brother, get up quickly, there's a spider!"

The Martial Saint pointed at the camera and shouted.

Mr. Jiang then calmly turned around, and indeed, there was a spider the size of a fingernail rapidly crawling down the wall.

He grabbed a book from the sofa and threw it at the wall.

"Snapped."

The plaster on the wall vibrated and swirled under the light.

The spider, of course, was not spared and was smashed into minced meat.

Look.

For lower-level creatures, the dominant species at the top of the food chain have absolute control, and life and death are decided by a mere gesture.

After killing a living creature with his bare hands, Boss Jiang remained calm and composed. He wiped the spider's corpse and bloodstains stuck to the book with a tissue, and then put it away as if nothing had happened.

"Brother, where are you?"

The martial saint in the video witnessed the entire process of a higher-dimensional being easily annihilating a lower-dimensional being.

The spider may never know why a mountain defied gravity and flew towards it without warning.

They had no idea that someone could so easily move mountains.

"my home."

"your home?"

The Martial Saint's eyes widened. "Brother, are you kidding me? Are you sure it's your home and not a shelter?"

It's no exaggeration to say that he had never seen such a shabby house in his village.

The villagers are very concerned about their reputation, and things like peeling paint and pitted walls are absolutely unacceptable.

"..."

It seemed a little awkward.

But who is Boss Jiang? When he was penniless, he wouldn't be ashamed of his poor family background.

"It's normal for the walls to age over time. This house is older than you."

"Brother, is this really your home? The place where you lived when you were a child?"

"Ah."

"Get up and walk around, let me take a look."

The Martial Saint's eyes gleamed with intense curiosity.

"What's so interesting? Before your sister succeeded, your family probably wasn't much better off. Go do your homework."

The Martial Saint ignored it.

He was too young to remember what his family was like before his sister became successful.

"Now I understand why you didn't take Sister Shurui back with you. Brother, you're insecure."

The Martial Saint spoke with absolute certainty.

Jiang Chen was too lazy to argue with this kid. "Where's your sister Shurui? Is she home?"

"Missing her? Hehe, Sister Shurui isn't here, she's on a date."

"Aren't you afraid your sister Shurui will beat you up?"

"Sister Shurui wouldn't do that. She's the gentle type."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

His college beauty, the junior.

gentle?

Ask the students from the University of Tokyo back then if they agree with this assessment.

"Where is your sister Liuli?"

"Not here either."

"Goed on a date too?"

"Hehe~"

The Martial Saint stopped spouting nonsense. "They went for a run. Don't worry, brother, I'm here!"

Jiang Chen ignored his last sentence.

Running is good.

It is good for your health.

Sitting in an office all day requires some exercise.

As for the Taoist nun, if she eats junk food and binge-watches TV shows every day, and her figure gets out of shape over time, then he... won't be able to explain it to the old Taoist priest.

However, it seems that he is exceptionally gifted. He was in the mountains because of limited conditions, but after coming down the mountain for so long, he has been eating and drinking well with him and living a materially rich and wonderful life. He has not deliberately dieted, but apart from dressing more and more modernly, his skin and weight seem to have remained unchanged.

This is genetic; you can't envy it.

Why didn't you go running with me?

"I need to do my homework!"

The Martial Saint protested his innocence, but the video suddenly cut off; it was a phone call coming in from Boss Jiang.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhou has arrived. He just entered the compound alone."

Be concise and to the point.

"Let him come up."

Ok.

The call ends here.

Jiang Chen acted as if nothing had happened, sitting on the peeling and decaying mahogany sofa and picking up his water glass.

Young Master Zhou was certainly unaware that he was being monitored, just like the second group of people who changed cars last time didn't know why they were thrown into the moat to swim.

of course.

Different intentions lead to different outcomes.

Zhou Shao passed through without any obstacles, but his speed was simply too slow.

There is no other reason.

Unfamiliar with the terrain.

According to class divisions, this place is equivalent to the territory of the Shudras. As a Brahmin, he should never have set foot here in his entire life according to the normal timeline.

There were no streetlights, only tangled clotheslines tugging at the darkness. Apart from the moonlight, the only source of illumination was the light filtering through some doors and windows.

It doesn't matter.

With today's advanced technology...

Does it have navigation?

Even if this were in the city, or even in the deepest mountains and forests, as long as there's a signal and the navigation is on, I'll get there no matter what.

Zhou Shaohua held his phone, followed the navigation, and turned on his flashlight while carrying something in his other hand.

On your first visit, you can't go empty-handed.

This is a traditional etiquette.

"You have successfully reached your destination. Your journey has ended..."

Turning off his phone, Zhou Shaohua looked up. The dilapidated low-rise building in front of him resembled an old man with festering skin, nearing the end of his life, and the windows that let in light were like cracked scars.

"Tsk."

He couldn't help but utter a generally meaningless interjection.

Some things can only be truly felt when you experience them firsthand.

Their Sand City has truly produced a remarkable hermit.

Ask yourself.

He was ashamed of himself.

Zhou Shaohua continued forward, gradually disappearing into the dark stairwell.

Not only running can improve physical fitness, but climbing stairs can too.

When Zhou Shao, who hadn't climbed stairs in a long time, reached the fourth floor, he was slightly sweaty.

Both sides have newly replaced security doors.

There is no house number.

So, left or right, that is the question.

Zhou Shao looked left and right, not wanting to waste any time, and quickly made a choice.

He turned to the right, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong... dong dong dong..."

The knocking was soft, yet rhythmic, making it quite loud in the quiet hallway.

Not a moment.

The door opens.

The person inside wasn't a woman, nor an old man, but a man even younger than him.

Zhou Shao, whose words carried weight in Shacheng, smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

He turned around and headed to the apartment across the hall.

The other party didn't close the door in a hurry, probably to prevent thieves from scouting the place. The light coming from inside the house cast Zhou Shaohua's shadow, half of him on the ground with "bloodstains" and half on the wall.

When Zhou Shaohua was only two steps away from the Fang family's house, he suddenly stopped, stood there for a while, and then turned around, just in time to see the other party closing the door.

"Would you mind having a glass of water? Is it convenient for you?"

Mr. Jiang must be a polite person.

Although his family was poor, they certainly didn't lack boiled water.

Zhou Shao, who had knocked on the wrong door, seemed to take advantage of the situation and entered the house carrying his things. He subconsciously looked around and was even more moved by the sight of the pile of "broken and tattered" things.

this is.

Does this mean we should reflect on past hardships to appreciate present happiness?
Mr. Jiang poured a glass of water, assuring Zhou Shao that it wasn't tap water but boiled. Zhou Shao smiled gratefully, genuinely thirsty, and downed the water in one gulp.

"anything else?"

Mr. Jiang asked considerately.

Even if we don't mention that the visitor is a guest, it's still a small favor, what's wrong with that?

Don't refrain from doing good just because it's a small act.

Moreover, given his skills, he wasn't worried about his opponent having malicious intentions in a one-on-one situation.

This is not egotistical.

This is confidence.

He was extremely familiar with Shacheng.

"Thank you."

Zhou Shao didn't stand on ceremony and gladly handed over the water glass.

Boss Jiang refilled his cup.

After drinking two glasses of water, the heat generated from climbing the stairs was relieved.

"Is that Attorney Fang's house next door?"

Zhou Shao asked.

"You mean Fang Qing?"

"Correct."

Zhou Shao nodded. "You know Attorney Fang?"

This question is somewhat naive and ignorant.

However, let's look at it from another angle.

It can also be understood.

Modern high-rise buildings are like private prisons, isolating people from human warmth, and neighbors on the same floor are often not much different from ordinary people.

“I’ve lived here for twenty years, and she’s lived here for twenty years. Do you think we know each other?”

Zhou Shao suddenly realized, "Then aren't they childhood sweethearts?"

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal, glancing at the gifts the other party was carrying—very common cigarettes and alcohol, highlighting only the attitude.

"Are you in any trouble?"

The sudden question caught Zhou Shao off guard. "Why... do you say that?"

"Most people who come to see a lawyer are already in trouble."

Zhou Shao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, his smile radiant, and nodded in deep agreement, "Yes, that makes sense."

“You have a good eye. In Shacheng, her professional skills should be among the best.”

Boss Jiang immediately started promoting Qingmei, then changed the subject, "However, getting her to come out of retirement will come at a high price."

“That’s easy to say. Since I’ve come to see Attorney Fang, I’ve naturally come with full sincerity, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to bother you so late.”

Jiang Chen smiled, "Why don't you come to me? I'll put in a good word for you; the chances will be better."

Zhou Shao laughed in astonishment, "This... there are intermediaries?"

"You can try it yourself, but nine times out of ten, you probably won't even be able to get through the door."

Zhou Shao hesitated for a moment, but was successfully intimidated, and then placed the cigarettes and alcohol he was carrying on the low table next to him.

"Shall we talk?"

"Let's talk."

Jiang Chen sat down on the sofa again.

Young Master Zhou sat down next to him. "What is your surname?"

"My surname is Jiang."

This is a modern-day version of a gentleman's friendship.

They're all so damn polite!
"My surname is Zhou."

Zhou Shao took the initiative.

Which week?

Upon hearing this, a proud expression involuntarily appeared on Zhou Shao's face. It wasn't a pretense, but a subconscious reaction ingrained in his very being.

"Zhou in Xia, Shang and Zhou".

Tsk.

What a powerful and thought-provoking self-introduction!

Jiang Chen nodded, seemingly not getting it at all.

Zhou Shaohua didn't mind, "If Mr. Jiang can help me, I will definitely not treat him unfairly. Our Zhou family has never been stingy when it comes to friends."

Jiang Chen didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gestured for a moment. Under the other person's questioning gaze, he picked up the phone that he had just tossed on the coffee table, then turned on the recorder and placed it back on the coffee table.

"Young Master Zhou, you can continue."

Zhou Shao.

The address was exceptionally precise.

People are using the phrase "our Zhou family" to describe them; anyone with a bit of knowledge should understand that someone who can say such a thing must be no ordinary person.

"What is Mr. Jiang doing?"

Zhou Shaohua was baffled as he looked at the phone that had started recording.

"Is this Mr. Zhou's first time hiring a lawyer? Lawyers will record the conversations to avoid missing key information and to facilitate review later."

"..."

Even if Princess Qing were here, she would probably have to call her a professional!
Zhou Shaohua was speechless, then gave a stiff smile.

"I think it's unnecessary. After all, I'm chatting with Mr. Jiang right now. Mr. Jiang isn't a lawyer."

That makes sense.

"I have a bad memory. I'm worried I might forget and make mistakes when I relay the message to Fang Qing."

"Mr. Jiang, you should put it away."

Seeing that the other party was so insistent, Jiang Chen didn't force them. He reached out and turned off the recorder in front of them.

Zhou Shaohua's smile returned to normal. Instead of getting down to business, he leisurely chatted with the other party.

"With such an outstanding lawyer like Fang, Mr. Jiang, as her childhood sweetheart, must have achieved remarkable success as well."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Didn't you fall when you came up here?"

Zhou Shaohua looked around.

"Doesn't Attorney Fang also live here? As Liu Yuxi once said, 'This is a humble abode, but my virtue makes it fragrant.' I think Mr. Jiang doesn't live anywhere else because he cherishes the past and misses home."

The fact that he could recite the "Ode to a Humble Abode" and knew who wrote it fully demonstrates that his cultural level was not bad.

This made Jiang Chen somewhat relieved.

One reason is that they are understood.

Secondly, if the eldest son of a prominent family in their hometown is an illiterate and uneducated person, then as a native of Shacheng, one would feel somewhat saddened.

"It's true."

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Chen spoke, his face revealing the vicissitudes of life he had experienced, "Only here can my heart find a moment of peace."

"understand."

Zhou Shaohua nodded, "Everyone who works hard away from home thinks this way. Even if there is a bright moon in a foreign land, it can't compare to a lamp in your hometown."

Is this a place to exchange poems and songs, and to compete in cultural knowledge?

"So Zhou Shao is lucky, born in Shacheng, raised in Shacheng, and living in Shacheng. But people like us don't have that advantage. In order to make a living, we have no choice but to leave our hometowns."

Mr. Jiang's expression was profound. "If one could find happiness and comfort, who would willingly choose a life of wandering and hardship?"

Is this a case of encountering a rival, or rather, meeting a kindred spirit?

"That's not how it is now. Shacheng has long been actively attracting talent, investing heavily in business, encouraging Shacheng people to return to their hometowns to start businesses, and providing generous policy support. In the future, more and more Shacheng people will be able to live a stable life without having to wander."

Jiang Chen smiled, "The scene described by Young Master Zhou is truly enchanting."

"It's not a description, it's something that's happening in progress. Mr. Jiang should be able to see the changes in Shacheng."

What can you see?
Is the wasteland next to Junzi Barbecue Restaurant finally being developed into a makeshift parking lot?
Jiang Chen shook his head. "What Young Master Zhou is talking about are issues that only leaders can consider. We are just ordinary people."

"Ordinary people are also part of Shacheng, an indispensable and crucial component. Only when everyone is of one mind and works together can Shacheng have the opportunity to catch up with the tide of the new era and find our place again in the grand chapter that is slowly unfolding."

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Is Young Master Zhou a civil servant?"

How did Mr. Jiang know?

"Observe words and expressions."

Zhou Shaohua smiled and said, "No, it's my elders in the family."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Mr. Jiang must be a businessman, right?"

Zhou Shaohua countered, "Who can't read between the lines?"
"Ah."

Jiang Chen nodded calmly.

"Mr. Jiang's business must be quite large. It is a source of pride for Shacheng that a person like Mr. Jiang has emerged from here."

It's just mutual flattery in business, basic social etiquette, but isn't it getting a bit out of hand?
What time is it?

No need to sleep.

It seems Mr. Jiang lacked patience; he checked the time on his phone again and stopped rambling on.

"I might as well call Fang Qing over, and let Young Master Zhou talk to her directly."

"also."

Perhaps he was tired and didn't care about making a profit as a middleman. Boss Jiang picked up his phone and dialed Qingmei's number.

Of course.

If it weren't a grown man sitting next to him, but an elegant, beautiful, and young woman, he probably wouldn't mind chatting with her about the future of Shacheng.

"Ok?"

It was a bit noisy on the other end of the phone; a family of three seemed to be watching TV, enjoying a cozy moment.

"Come here."

Fang Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously glanced at the night outside the window. "What?"

Even though she remained calm, Fang Weiguo and his wife both quietly perked up their ears.

That artificial bouquet is still on the tea cabinet, as lifelike as ever.

"Just come over here."

After a moment of silence, whether she hesitated or struggled, Fang Qing finally hummed in agreement.

"I'll go over there."

She put down her phone and said.

The Fang couple immediately sat up straight and pretended to be watching TV attentively. Upon hearing this, they feigned confusion and asked, "Where are you going?"

"opposite."

Fang Qing stood up.

"still coming back?"

Fang Weiguo asked a question subconsciously.

Pan Hui quickly patted him, "What are you saying!"

Fang Weiguo coughed, then immediately changed his mind, "What I mean is, when are you coming back?"

Fang Qing stood up and looked down at him.

"If you don't want me to come back, then I won't come back."

The couple suddenly choked.

Fang Qing turned around.

"boom."

Watching the door open and close again, Fang Weiguo rubbed his chin, "This girl has actually started to act like she's in charge."

Pan Hui's eyes showed worry, like a conflicted mix of wanting her child to get married soon but also being reluctant to let her go.

"Is she really not coming back?"

"She dares!"

Fang Weiguo immediately adopted a stern and authoritative tone, declaring firmly, "If they dare to act recklessly, I'll break his legs!"

"Whose leg are you going to break?"

"One person interrupts one!"

Pan Hui knew perfectly well that he was just bluffing.

"Alright, if they really have the guts, you can just laugh secretly without hiding under the covers."

Fang Weiguo's face suddenly turned red. "What nonsense are you talking about! And you're supposed to be a mother."

Pan Hui ignored him and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

outside the house.

Standing before the door she had entered and exited countless times, Qinggege hesitated for the first time ever.

Why did the other person contact me?

Why look for yourself at this point?
Didn't you know your parents were right there?

Some things, once they happen, are destined to be irreversible. In the past, she would never have hesitated; she would have definitely banged on the door immediately.

Whether it was because she heard the commotion outside or because she timed it perfectly, the security door opened before Fang Qing could even raise her hand.

Boss Jiang's expression was upright, without the slightest hint of sleazy.

He stepped aside to make room.

Fang Qing kept her eyes straight ahead and walked inside. Soon, her subtle emotional fluctuations ceased.

"Hello, Attorney Fang."

There were still people inside the house.

Fang Qing turned her head away as she watched the strange man stand up and greet her.

Mr. Jiang gave the introduction in tacit agreement.

"Young Master Zhou, the Zhou of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties." (End of Chapter)