I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"You called me here."

Fang Qing remained calm and showed no remorse.

She was watching TV with her parents, having a very relaxing time, when this guy made a phone call and started making her... paranoid.

Ugh.

A waste of feelings.

She didn't even make a fuss, yet she has the nerve to blame her?

Jiang Chen suddenly stood up, walked to the trash can, squatted down, and picked up the note that had inevitably fallen outside the trash can.

The only flaw of Mr. Jiang in the past was that he was poor, and many girls were not as clean as him.

There's always a reason why a guy with nothing to his name can still attract a girl's unforgettable joy.

"Say whatever you want. From now on, never tell a man you're no good. It's too insulting. You might as well curse his ancestors for eighteen generations."

Jiang Chen said as he picked up the trash.

"Can you please stop being so nagging?"

Jiang Chen chuckled in exasperation. He looked up from his squatting position and said, "You want me to clean up your mess again? Can't I even say a few words to you?"

"Aren't you going to wipe it?"

Fang Qingming was clearly confident and fearless.

Jiang Chen was speechless and swallowed his anger. This was how he had lived for so many years. Whenever the other party caused trouble, he was always the one to cover it up or become the scapegoat. Of course, he wasn't always forced to do so; sometimes, it was on his own initiative.

Therefore, how can a habit formed over many years be changed overnight?

Blame it?

It's all because we spoiled them.

Jiang Chen picked up all the notes and threw them back where they belonged, then stood up.

"Where are Uncle Fang and the others? Are they asleep?"

"watch TV."

Fang Qing wasn't in a hurry to go back, since she had already prepared her parents before leaving.

"Who is this guy surnamed Zhou?"

Jiang Chen's eye twitched in disbelief. "You didn't know?"

"How would I know? I don't know them."

"Didn't you know you were going to offend people so badly?"

"I haven't offended anyone. I'm just making a reasonable rebuttal based on objective facts."

It's said that couples who have been married for a long time will become more and more alike.

The same goes for childhood sweethearts. For example, tonight, the way this couple, who live across the hall from each other, behaved when faced with a strange visitor was remarkably similar. Fang Qing's serious tone at this moment sounded like it had been copied from someone else.

Jiang Chen didn't argue with her.

Arguing with a lawyer is a very irrational, even foolish, thing to do.

Zhou Shao knew about Qing Gege's profession before he arrived.

Therefore, we can draw the following conclusion.

The guy who claimed to represent Sand City wasn't actually very bright, although his decision to turn enemies into friends was quite wise.

How do you say that.

Great foolishness appears as wisdom.

Jiang Chen clapped his hands beside the trash can.

A person who can't even control his basic emotions claims he can represent Shacheng.

No wonder this city, which started with a clear lead, gradually fell behind and has now faded into obscurity.

Shacheng used to be the leading city in the province and a prominent city in the country. Back then, people from coastal cities flocked here to work and settle down.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.

This was vividly portrayed in this city.

It was also witnessed by people who were born and raised here.

Why is Mr. Jiang so optimistic? It has a lot to do with the environment and climate of Shacheng.

Others might feel frustrated and negative because of the desolation of Shacheng, but he can look at the problem from another perspective.

The fall of Shacheng from a star city to its current state illustrates that social classes are dynamic, not static.

If rich people can go bankrupt, then poor people must have the opportunity to become rich.

Ok.

It's that simple.

"You haven't answered me yet."

Fang Qing walked back to Jiang Chendao and sat down, her toes wobbling. She was wearing a pair of half-covered cotton and linen slippers, a warm beige color that looked very homey and perfectly matched the current environment, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

At first glance, it looks like a wife playfully scolding her husband.

"Think for yourself."

Jiang Chen said he wasn't buying it.

Who are his parents?

Jiang Chen remained silent, deliberately adopting a haughty demeanor.

Fang Qing didn't ask any more questions. She simply bent down quietly, took off her slippers, and held them in her hand.

"It doesn't matter who his parents are. He has an aunt."

Jiang Chen immediately spoke up.

Fang Qing didn't rush to put on her slippers. "Don't you also have an aunt?"

Look.

Princess Qing is actually quite humorous and witty.

The older generation didn't have the concept of eugenics; three children were considered few, and they often had seven or eight siblings. So it's not unusual for their generation to have aunts.

But not all aunts are the same.

"If I had an aunt like him, I would be so happy."

Jiang Chen, having endured a difficult journey, crossed his arms, rested his head on the back of his head, and leaned back on the sofa.

"Mayor Zhou?"

Fang Qing asked casually.

"Your political sensitivity is quite good."

Jiang Chen praised him.

Fang Qing finally put her slippers back on.

"It shouldn't be."

"It shouldn't be anything."

Jiang Chen learned his lesson and made sure the other person didn't take off their slippers again. Without socks, it's easy to catch a cold on a late autumn night.

"Don't the leaders of prefecture-level cities have this much political sensitivity?"

Jiang Chen chuckled leisurely, "When you were little, if you got into trouble or messed things up, would you run home to tell Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan right away? Besides, she wasn't even his biological mother, just his aunt."

Fang Qing nodded, agreeing that what the other person said made sense.

She wouldn't.

Her first instinct was definitely to find this guy to take the blame and clear the way for her.

"Besides, he's an adult and has his own self-esteem."

"Who are you calling shameless? Your words are sarcastic and insinuating, they're the most annoying kind of thing."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Is he carrying a gun and a stick?
Before saying that, please reflect on your own words first, okay?
Fang Qing adjusted to a more comfortable position, sitting sideways with her arm resting on the sofa armrest, completely disregarding her image, and asked, "Is it related to his aunt?"

"Do you really think Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan didn't know about the things you did in the past?"

Fang Qing was getting annoyed by the constant retorts, raising her beautiful eyebrows. "Do you think my parents don't know what you've done?"

Jiang Chen shut up.

This is why people, despite hearing all the道理 (principles/truths), still can't live a good life.

Because it's human nature to have a hard time learning from mistakes.

"Will he tell his aunt when he goes back this time?"

Seeing that he had backed down, Fang Qing stopped there and continued the previous topic.

"unimportant."

Fang Qing looked at him; he was lying on his head, looking sloppy and unserious, leaning against the sofa, like a blond-haired punk.

"What about these things? How should we deal with them?"

She gestured towards the cigarettes and alcohol on the coffee table.

"The inspection team has gone to great lengths to make this trip, so let's give them some drinks and cigarettes."

"..."

Fang Qing lost control of her expression and burst out laughing. She tried to control herself but couldn't, so she gave up and leaned back as well, her body trembling as if she had been tickled.

Making women happy is a remarkable skill.

If you can make a woman happy without spending a penny, that's even more impressive.

"Is it that funny?"

Jiang Chen glanced sideways.

Fang Qing raised her hand, signaling him not to speak. After calming down a bit, she said with a clear blush on her cheeks and one hand on her stomach, her breath unsteady, "If you make my gastroenteritis flare up, you're doomed."

"I'm not a virus, how could I affect whether you get sick or not?"

"You are more despicable than the virus."

Finally managing to control her emotions, Fang Qing took a deep breath and asked, "Does this really have to escalate to this extent?"

Jiang Chen shrugged, his head resting on his hand.

"It's not up to me to decide."

Fang Qing completely ignored those words.

No official is immune to corruption.

This statement is too absolute, but it can't be said to be wrong either.

As an adult, and a member of the social elite, how could one not understand the rules of how society works?

If you investigate, you'll always find something wrong.

The key is whether or not one is willing to investigate.

Fang Qing glanced at the leisurely-looking guy and hesitated to speak.

"Do you remember when we were kids? How lively Shacheng was back then. I remember once a company held a lottery, and the first prize was a car. Back then, cars were a rare commodity, something only the super rich could afford. They were actually giving them away in a lottery. I still remember the scene at the lottery was packed with people. My dad had to lift me up on his shoulders. Twenty years have passed, and look at it now, what does it look like?"

Jiang Chen remained calm and unhurried.

"You're saying the people of Shacheng aren't hardworking or diligent enough? That's not it. Uncle Fang drove a truck after being laid off, only getting a few days off a month, working day and night. Aunt Pan also worked as a sales clerk in a supermarket. But why haven't their lives changed at all?"

"It is true that the income of grassroots workers cannot be too high, but where does the value created by their labor go? According to the first law of thermodynamics, energy cannot disappear into nothingness, it can only be transferred."

Jiang Chen's lips curled up slightly.

“I remember my grandfather often said something like, ‘If an official doesn’t serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. If you can’t do business, you’ll go bankrupt. If you can’t be an official, then you should replace him with someone who can.’”

The air became quiet.

Jiang Chen, who had been muttering to himself for a while, turned his head and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I'm listening to you."

Fang Qing looked at him calmly, her arm resting on the armrest, her hands clasped together. "What you said makes a lot of sense."

Jiang Chen chuckled, flattered, and said, "It's rare to have a day when you actually acknowledge me."

"But you can only vent these things at home, don't say them outside."

"Why? Every citizen enjoys the right to freedom of speech, which is a fundamental right enshrined in the charter."

Ok.

I know a little about the law, but not much.

Fang Qing, as a professional, kindly offered her corrections.

"What you're doing isn't freedom of speech, it's provoking trouble."

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter, and said nonchalantly, "It's alright, isn't that what we have? Tianci must have spent so much money investing in the legal department, it must have been worthwhile."

Fang Qing didn't accept the flattery, saying, "If you're in court, no one can do anything about it."

Jiang Chen didn't speak, his gaze unfocused as he looked at the place where he had started, he just smiled.

The view from a high vantage point is indeed more beautiful, expansive, and magnificent.

However, the risks are also greater.

Falling from the first floor is no big deal; at most, you'll get a few scrapes, dust yourself off, and get back up.

But try falling from the top floor?

Forget about getting up, they won't even have a chance to turn over.

Fang Qing stared intently at the smiling man, then suddenly seemed curious. "Are you scared?"

Jiang Chen's smile widened, his gaze fixed on a point in the void, without looking at Qing Gege.

He could have avoided answering, or he could have continued to joke around as usual, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed to be thinking, thinking about how to answer this very simple question.

Imagine you were born into a martial arts world as an ordinary person, with mediocre talent, whose life seemed destined to end. One day, while gathering herbs in the mountains, you stepped in dog poop and tumbled into a cave. Unsurprisingly, you discovered a peerless martial arts manual inside. After some seemingly effortless yet ultimately effortless work, you mastered the art. You then ventured out into the world, wielding your sword, punishing evil and promoting good, slaying countless demons and monsters along the way, gradually becoming a renowned hero, revered by all, enjoying immense prestige and worshipped by countless people. Of course, fairies, heroines, and noble ladies of the court also admired you. Then one day, a heavenly tribulation descended, intending to strike you down.

Are you afraid in the moment before you die?

Because he didn't turn his head, Fang Qing couldn't see his eyes.

"Will you regret it?"
I regret leaving the village in the first place.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, perhaps because he hadn't thought of how to answer yet.

Fang Qing smiled gently, "Life in the village is certainly not as exciting as outside, and there's no attention from fairies, heroines, or noble ladies, but there are village girls in the village too."

Jiang Chen turned his head to look.

Fang Qing smiled and met his gaze.

Jiang Chen spoke up, "You're talking about the village beauty, right?"

Fang Qing's eyes widened slightly, and then she uttered a single word.

"roll!"

There are some things you can say to yourself, but others cannot.

For example, when an overweight woman complains about her weight, never agree with her, or you'll really be in trouble.

"What's wrong with a village beauty? Are village girls inferior to those fairy maidens, heroines, or village girls? Are kings and generals born with a special destiny?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Chen laughed so hard he almost fell over, his laughter spilling out of the window and carrying far, breaking the tranquility of the night.

"What a joke!"

That off-white cotton and linen slipper ultimately didn't stay where it belonged, or rather, it finally went where it was supposed to go, "whooshing" through the air.

"bass!"

They were laughing so hard they couldn't stop, and yet they managed to catch the flying projectile with lightning speed and precision, and then put on an epic lung-passing performance!

just kidding.

Boss Jiang was not such a sleazy person. He simply held the slippers in his hand, his face still beaming with a smile, unable to control his expression.

"Yes, you're right. 'Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?' Who knows, maybe the village beauty is prettier and...gentler than any fairy, heroine, or noblewoman."

"Give me back my slippers."

"Get it yourself."

Fang Qing stood up, stood on one leg, and hopped forward on one foot, just like the tag game she played as a child.

Jiang Chen had anticipated this and knew she would lose her balance. Out of kindness, he reached out in advance to catch her as she fell. This time, he paid extra attention to his position and very gentlemanly supported her with his soft arm.

"Don't try to scam me."

He helped her sit down and handed her slippers.

Women never talk about martial ethics, not even lawyers. Fang Qing took the slipper and was about to slap him on the head.

Jiang Chen blocked it.

"Your slippers smell nice, don't they? Did you take a shower?"

"So now that you've become a great hero, you look down on people, huh?"

Because of the distance, we can feel each other's breath.

"Didn't you used to hold onto my legs and never let go?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then quickly sat up straight, his face serious. "You can't just say things like that. When did I..."

"I sprained my ankle once..."

"That's for applying medicine!"

Taking advantage of successfully distracting him, Fang Qing broke free from his hand and tried to pat his head again, but he reflexively reached out and swung his hand, "whoosh"—the slipper flew away, and coincidentally, it went straight to the windowsill and then fell out without looking back.

"Hey! What kind of heartless bastard is throwing things downstairs in the middle of the night!"

Immediately afterwards, angry shouts came from outside the window.

Both of them froze at the same time.

"Shh-"

Jiang Chen gestured for silence, telling them not to speak.

Fang Qing didn't dare to say anything more. Throwing things downstairs is a criminal offense! And breaking the law knowingly is an even more serious crime!
"Whose slippers are these?!"

The unlucky guy downstairs, who was probably just passing by, is still shouting and yelling.

Fortunately, it was just a pair of light slippers, and fortunately, it was just a walk-up apartment building with a low floor. If it were a commercial building with twenty or thirty floors, even if an egg was thrown down, it would be unlikely to make a sound if it hit someone.

"Located at 37 yards! Step forward yourself! Don't wait for me to come and grab you!"

Step forward?
Only a fool would step forward.

Fang Qing and Jiang Chen knew perfectly well that the man was just bluffing.

as predicted.

After a period of shouting, silence returned.

Eyes facing each other.

"Pfft."

The two of them smiled broadly at the same time, like mischievous children who had successfully pulled off a prank and hadn't been caught.

Jiang Chen lowered his head. "I think you should throw this slipper away too, to destroy the evidence."

"Throw it down too?"

Fang Qing pointed towards the windowsill, seemingly eager to try it out.

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated. "Be careful you don't actually hurt someone!"

"Isn't this your home?"

Fang Qing said innocently and earnestly, "If anyone's going to be arrested, it should be you, the head of the household."

"..."

Jiang Chen froze, somewhat bewildered, then quickly waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go... hurry up!"

"I only have one shoe, how am I supposed to walk?"

Left with no other choice, Fang Qing could only place her bare foot on top of her other foot, which was wearing a slipper. The instep of her foot was smooth, delicate, and fair, with tiny veins visible.

A man who truly understands women doesn't actually pay attention to a woman's face.

Just like academic qualifications, that's just a threshold.

Whether a woman's feet are pretty or not is what truly distinguishes the levels of beauty.

……

That seems to have gone a bit off-topic.

Who would take off their shoes and stick their feet out for you to admire when you've just met them?

There is some truth to the idea that in ancient times, only a woman's husband could touch her feet.

"I'll lend you my slippers."

"I'm afraid of getting athlete's foot."

"You don't mind me, yet you do?"

Boss Jiang immediately withdrew his excessive kindness, "Then jump back."

"I do not."

"Nothing? It's just a couple of steps. I can get there in a few hops."

It's no wonder people hit him. Fang Qing probably wanted to take off her other slipper too. She accidentally hit someone, and if she jumped out and bumped into someone coming home, she might be mistaken for a zombie.

There are only some elderly people left in this building. If they were to get seriously injured from fright, it would be a truly heinous crime.

"Don't you have any conscience? What if I fall?"

Woman.

She's just being delicate.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Then just walk over there, since you haven't showered anyway."

"No."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

He was at his wit's end.

"Go and get my shoes back."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen stared blankly at the other person, seemingly wondering how such outrageous words could come out of that mouth.

It would be more reasonable to replace her with that old lady Shi Xixi.

"Aren't you sending me to my death? They might be waiting downstairs. Who's going to take responsibility if I get beaten up?"

"They're definitely gone."

“It’s no good if it’s gone. Do you think they’d leave your shoes there? Even if they didn’t lose them, they would have taken them home, and they might be running wild right now.”

"Passing through the lungs?"

Fang Qing frowned slightly, realizing she had stumbled upon a blind spot in her knowledge.

"call--"

Jiang Chen demonstrated on the spot, immediately making a vivid and expressive deep breathing motion.

The difference between a genius and a fool is that a genius understands things instantly.

Princess Qing reacted quickly, her brows furrowed and her eyes flashing coldly, "Pervert!"

"Many men have this fetish."

Jiang Chen spoke with conviction.

"It must be because you're one of them."

"whatever you think."

Mr. Jiang acted as if he was innocent and didn't want to explain.

"You like lungs, right? Here you go!"

Fang Qing suddenly lifted her feet. Both of them, her upper body leaning back on the sofa, her long legs outstretched, her feet pointed, as if trying to stuff them into someone's mouth.

Blanch!
There's actually such a reward?

Pooh!
Where is the reward?
To prove his innocence, Boss Jiang resolutely resisted, just like he had dealt with that slipper whose fate was unknown, grabbing both feet completely, shouting, "You're the pervert!"

Ignoring everything else, Fang Qing continued to exert force, her size 37 foot nearly kicking Boss Jiang in the face.

Tolerable or unbearable.

Enraged, Boss Jiang tucked one foot under his armpit, then grabbed the other foot with all his might, flipped it over, raised his hand, breathed on it, and used his One-Finger Divine Skill on the tender sole of the foot.

"Hahahahaha..."

Fang Qing instantly lost control, writhing and thrashing on the sofa like a beautiful snake, yelling, "Stop! Stop!"

Jiang Chen ignored him and exerted even more force, adding another finger and even twisting it.

Fang Qing's face was flushed, almost dripping blood, her hair was disheveled, and she was even sweating on her forehead. As is well known, laughter was once briefly used as a form of punishment in history.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was really wrong... Hahahaha..."

Begging for mercy has no effect whatsoever.

Someone seemed determined to emulate his distant cousin and teach his childhood sweetheart, who had always been bullying him, a lesson. He had already increased his One-Finger Divine Skill to three.

It felt like a million ants were crawling all over her body. The tingling, numbing sensation that went straight to her heart pierced through Fang Qing's defenses. She was short of breath and almost suffocated.

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

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Chen stopped what he was doing.

The opportunity was rare, but Fang Qing was powerless to escape. She was panting heavily, as if she had just finished a strenuous exercise. She was covered in sweat, her cheeks were flushed, and she was exhausted.

Is it possible?

Did the person who got hit by the slipper really come looking for him?

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

The security door kept rattling.

Jiang Chen could only loosen his grip on his feet, letting Qingmei lie sprawled on the sofa, before getting up and walking toward the door.

37 yards.

Typical women's slippers.

He just needs to deny it completely.

Where is Fang Qing?

Upon opening the door and seeing who was outside, Boss Jiang, who was usually fearless, felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Outside.

Fang Weiguo held one hand in the air, poised to knock, his tone deep and expressionless. (End of Chapter)