I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Have you been staying in a hotel these past few days?"

Pan Hui tidied up.

Tong Dan and Fang Qing went into the room to whisper to each other.

Fang Weiguo and Jiang Chen chatted while drinking tea.

Everyone has their own responsibilities.

"No, I stayed at a friend's house."

"Oh."

Fang Weiguo nodded, holding his teacup. "Male friend or female friend?"

"It's a woman. Fang Qing knows her too. She was a classmate in high school."

Tong Dan's involvement seems to have genuinely influenced Jiang Chen's decision; otherwise, he should be kneeling on the ground admitting his mistake and repenting by now.

"Yes. Thank you."

Fang Weiguo suddenly spoke, slowly taking a sip of tea.

Jiang Chen was baffled.

"Although it hasn't been long, Qingqing must have been very happy these past few days. Even Tong Dan could tell. It's all thanks to you."

I wonder if someone's heart is pounding right now.

Fang Qing's complexion has improved, and her skin has become smoother and more moisturized. But is it all because of her mood?
"Uncle Fang, you're being too polite. Going to the concert is something I promised."

Fang Weiguo disagreed, saying, "Children are innocent and speak without restraint. How can a child's words be counted? Otherwise, how could you possibly fulfill all your promises?"

For some reason, he always felt that Uncle Fang's words were loaded with hidden meaning, perhaps because he felt guilty?
This was actually a good opportunity. He should have immediately knelt down, said "Uncle Fang, I was wrong," and confessed everything he needed to. But unfortunately, there were outsiders in the room.

"Squeak."

Fortunately, Jiang Chen didn't kneel. Tong Dan came out of the bedroom and took the lead, saying, "President Jiang, it's time to set off."

Set off?

What should we do?

"Where?"

Don't misunderstand, this is what Fang Weiguo asked.

"Uncle Fang, President Jiang has urgent business to attend to in Donghai. If he doesn't leave soon, he'll miss his flight."

What is a true best friend?

Seeing Fang Qing standing silently behind Tong Dan, Jiang Chen understood what was going on.

"So anxious?"

"Yes, if it weren't for bringing Fang Qing back, President Jiang should have flown from Jiangcheng."

Although she was appointed to the position at a critical moment, Tong Dan performed exceptionally well, handling every aspect with care. "President Jiang, let's go."

"Since you have work to do, go ahead. Business is more important."

Pan Hui walked over and said, "Jiang Chen, thank you for your help."

"It should."

Helpless, the person could only stand up and bid farewell to the Fang couple.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, take good care of yourselves."

Fang Weiguo nodded, his eyes flickering. To be honest, it was really hard to bear seeing this child leave again after being back for so long.

He raised his hand and patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder.

"A good man should have ambitions beyond his hometown; go and do your own thing."

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing exchanged a glance, said nothing, and turned away.

"I'm leaving."

Tong Dan whispered to Fang Qing, then followed, "Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt."

The couple looked at their daughter.

"Jiang Chen went to great lengths to bring you back. He's gone to the East China Sea this time, and we don't know when he'll be back. Why didn't you say a word?"

Pan Hui rebuked her.

“Qingqing is different from us. She can’t go to the East China Sea whenever she wants.”

Fang Weiguo interrupted.

"Oh, too."

Pan Hui realized her mistake and felt embarrassed.

"I asked Tong Dan to arrange a physical examination for you. Please take some time to go and get checked out soon."

Fang Qing spoke.

The two elderly men were caught off guard.

"A medical check-up? What kind of check-up? Your dad is perfectly healthy, don't waste money."

It has nothing to do with being rich or poor; being thrifty and frugal is sometimes just a habit.

Fang Qing looked at her father and said, "Dad, you've seen Zhang Zhongquan's example. At this age, we must take precautions, otherwise it will be too late to regret it when something happens."

No wonder he's a lawyer.

Pan Hui was immediately intimidated.

Yes.

Zhang Zhongquan's fate is terrifying to witness.

"I think Qingqing is right. We should get a checkup so that we know what's wrong."

Fang Weiguo silently drank his tea and did not refuse again.

after all.

The daughter's actions were out of filial piety.

the other side.

Tong Dan had already driven out of the Third Construction Company compound, carrying her big boss.

"It has nothing to do with me; it was Fang Qing who gave the order."

She glanced at the rearview mirror and decisively distanced herself from the situation.

That's right.

Jiang Chen was sitting in the back row.

The boss.

"You two didn't have a fight, did you?"

Tong Dan asked tentatively.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

“Say something! Why have you all become so strange after going to Jiangcheng?”

This guy used to be able to spout nonsense even better than her; he's never been this dull before.

"Don't meddle in human affairs."

Tong Dan almost drove the car onto the shoulder, staring at the hateful human in the rearview mirror, her back teeth clenched.

Jiang Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Sometimes, being annoying is a skill.

Along the way, Tong Dan at least stopped chattering, making it quite quiet.

correct.

Zhou Shao was arrested on this very road, and he was even riding in his aunt's private car.

It can only be said that even the same road cannot take everyone to the other side.

Upon arriving at the airport, Mr. Jiang acted quite domineeringly, immediately heading to the VIP lounge.

That's more in line with the style of a big capitalist.

"When was the plane?"

"Less than two hours left."

Two hours?

Tong Dan suppressed a laugh, "It won't be long, you can just take a nap and it'll be over. Of course, you can also call in a private jet, but with all that hassle, it probably won't even take two hours."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed. "What did Fang Qing say to you?"

"What could she possibly say to me? Do humans and eagles share a common language?"

After retaliating fiercely, Tong Dan, venting her anger, moved closer to this side.

Look.

That young woman in her late twenties in Jiangcheng is truly having a tough time.

Being a mistress requires more than just learning; sometimes, you even have to wait in line.

"...Don't you know what Fang Qing told me?"

Jiang Chen maintained an air of nonchalance that revealed nothing about him. "Trying to fool me?"

Tong Dan, confident and unperturbed, leisurely recited, "Two shadows fall into the cold pool, a reed crosses the clouds and mist. Three lives of dew on the stone, two skies in the mirror... What was the rest again?"

It's worth noting that although she later became a flight attendant, she attended the best high school in Shacheng, so memorizing poems was no problem for her. However, she only heard them once, so she didn't remember them completely.

Jiang Chen remained silent, but a question arose in his mind.

Fang Qing wouldn't have told him to "plead guilty with a bundle of thorns on his back," but she probably did tell Tong Dan, that big mouth, instead.

He began to have doubts, and seeing his reaction, Tong Dan also began to have doubts.

She thought that Princess Qing was just using her talent to make things up, but now it seems that it is indeed true.

"You really drew the best possible fortune?"

Oops.

I was scammed again.

Also.

How could Fang Qing possibly tell Feng the secret?

It seems this was just a "prelude".

Lawyers are more methodical and have a reasonable pace in their work.

"Envious?" "Pshaw."

Suppressing her surprise, Tong Dan deliberately curled her lip and said, "Money can make the devil turn the millstone, even Buddha is no exception."

Jiang Chen nodded. "You seem to have a lot of experience. How many scumbags have you encountered?"

Tong Dan choked, her expression shifting, wishing she could spit in his face.

She suddenly stood up.

"Bye-bye! You'll have to wait by yourself!"

Jiang Chen ignored it.

Tong Dan took a few steps outside with her long, proud legs, then stopped and turned back.

"Let's go."

"Isn't there still two hours?"

Tong Dan couldn't help but smile.

"fool!"

Flying from Shacheng to Jiangcheng is quite fast.

It only takes two hours.

It really takes time to take a nap.

When Boss Jiang, who had been practically forced to return, landed, he stretched and felt refreshed.

Anyway, at least we escaped a disaster.

He actually trusted Fang Qing's abilities more than his own; dealing with the two elders should be a piece of cake for her.

Shacheng is indeed his hometown, but for Donghai, where he studied, built his career, and changed his destiny, Jiang Chen naturally has a special feeling for this city. He feels no sense of alienation or discomfort from being away from home. On the contrary, he feels very warm and familiar with the crowds in the airport.

Airport entrance.

Someone wearing sunglasses locked onto Jiang Chen, who was walking out alone. Even his oversized trench coat couldn't hide his muscular physique. With his hands in his pockets, he ignored the people coming and going around him and walked straight toward the unsuspecting Jiang Chen.

"Den."

Suddenly.

Four men appeared out of nowhere, blocking the man in the trench coat's path from all four directions. Due to the airport environment, they remained silent and did not make a move, but their eyes were sharp and cold.

Do you really think Boss Jiang is some kind of simpleton from a novel or TV show? He's incredibly wealthy and has an amazing background, yet he's still wandering the world all by himself.

That scalper in Jiangcheng who resold concert tickets is probably still lying in the hospital.

"I know your boss."

The muscular man in the trench coat who was intercepted remained calm and composed, offering a placating explanation.

After saying that, he took off his sunglasses.

"Hold on."

Not letting their guard down, after one person left, the remaining three tightened their encirclement.

The man in the trench coat remained calm and watched the other man go to report. Jiang Chen glanced over here.

"Brother Liao?"

Jiang Chen smiled in surprise, then strode over. The four well-mannered men, just like they had appeared, disappeared silently into the crowd, like water flowing into a river.

No assassin would choose to act so openly in a place like an airport, after all, this is China.

That's right.

This muscular man in the trench coat is none other than Liao Xiangdong, a close friend who has shared both joys and sorrows with someone.

If it weren't for Liao Xiangdong's strong support when he went to rescue Pei Yunxi, he probably would have died before his business was even halfway done.

It's not even fair to say that the startup is halfway done; to be precise, it's probably just left the beginner's village.

"What's going on? A tribute to The Matrix? Brother Liao, your outfit has a bit of a Renaissance feel to it, but it's really cool."

Boss Jiang became cheerful again, and after some teasing, asked, "Brother Liao, are you going on a business trip or picking someone up?"

"Wait for you."

Liao Xiangdong remained unchanged in his personality; he was ruthless and didn't talk much.

"wait for me?"

Jiang Chen was surprised, "Brother Liao wanted to see me about something?"

Liao Xiangdong put his sunglasses back on. "We'll talk about it once we're in the car."

Jiang Chen nodded, walked side by side with the other person, exited the airport, and got into the Wrangler, a vehicle reserved for tough guys.

The Wrangler drove away quickly.

"Brother Liao is getting younger and younger."

In the passenger seat, Jiang Chen remarked with feeling that he had known the other person for almost three years, but the other person had hardly changed since their first meeting. In fact, he was now wearing sunglasses and becoming more and more fashionable.

"You've aged quite a bit."

"Haha."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "Who says it isn't? There's nothing I can do. Unlike Brother Liao, I'm just born to be a hard worker."

Three words.

shameless.

Four words.

Really shameless.

Fortunately, Liao Xiangdong is a man of few words, otherwise he would definitely have started cursing.

"You're still young, you can handle it."

This is not.

Liao Xiangdong not only didn't scold him, but also cheered him on.

"I'm not young anymore. In the blink of an eye, I'll be almost thirty."

After a moment of reflection, Jiang Chen came to his senses and asked curiously, "What did Brother Liao want to see me about?"

Liao Xiangdong remained silent.

“Brother Liao, we’ve been through thick and thin together. If it weren’t for you, I would never have been able to come back from Yunfu. If it’s within my power, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

"How is Yunxi?"

When this topic came up, Liao Xiangdong couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Chen felt embarrassed but remained outwardly calm. "It's great. It's much easier than before. Like her former boss, Yang Ni, she's starting to move from the spotlight to behind the scenes."

Would this be considered embezzlement?
However, Liao Xiangdong and Pei Yunxi are definitely not in a romantic relationship; they are more like siblings.

Even if they are siblings.

It seems rather awkward.

"It seems that her decision to sign with CX was a wise one."

Liao Xiangdong glanced at someone, then quickly looked away.

"We have complemented each other."

Jiang Chen tried his best not to give himself away, but he was actually quite alert and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why does this real tough guy seem to be rambling on and on?
This is unusual. Something fishy must be going on.

"Brother Liao, has something happened?"

Liao Xiangdong still didn't answer, but seeing that someone seemed to be starting to notice, he stepped on the gas and sped up.

Jump off the car?

Certainly not.

Furthermore.

The car doors were locked.

Jiang Chen thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a solution until the Wrangler stopped.

"arrive."

Liao Xiangdong pushed open the door and went downstairs.

Jiang Chen looked out the window.

wrong.

this place.

It seems he came here before.

Actually, it's still not too late to run away at this point. Regardless of whether he can beat Liao Xiangdong now that he's trained hard and is not what he used to be, he might at least be able to compete in parkour.

But Mr. Jiang is someone who cares about his image and also knows how to be grateful.

He didn't run away; he pushed open the door and went downstairs as well.

It's not that I'm being suspicious.

this place.

He did come.

And the Martial Saint.

A large vat made of pure gold, a horse trampling a swallow covered in inscriptions, a pure dragon robe hanging on the wall, and... the dog head, one of the twelve zodiac animal heads that he personally delivered, a lost national treasure that billions of people have been longing for.

"Brother Liao..."

No one responded.

When someone suddenly turned around, Liao Xiangdong, who was clearly walking beside them, had disappeared without a trace.

Instead.

Directly ahead in the passageway.

Last time I came, I didn't see it, or I didn't notice it, but there was a magnificent chair in that spot.

The chair back is in the shape of a circular chair, with four pillars coiled with golden dragons, and the base is in the shape of a Sumeru pedestal. The whole body seems to be made of lacquered gold, exuding the utmost nobility.

And on the chair.

Seated there was an even more imposing woman; one can only imagine the breathtaking sight that would unfold if she were to don the dragon robe that had been hanging on the wall.

As he walked, Jiang, now alone, felt a sudden pang of unease, and an overwhelming urge to bow down in reverence surged within him. (End of Chapter)