I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"What are you doing? You're a grown man."

Unable to contain his excitement, the Martial Saint disregarded the presence of the crowd and embraced his mother, who had traveled from afar.

Although he and Duanmu Liuli had returned to Bashu two or three months ago, when Boss Jiang went back to Shacheng to attend Tie Jun's wedding, this was the first time his mother had left the village, making it exceptionally significant.

Jiang Chen, who was following behind, had a gentle and humble smile. He was riding in a Rolls-Royce that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, just like when he hurriedly came to Lan Peizhi's door back then.

"Uncle, Aunt, welcome to the East China Sea."

Lan's father, Wu Guangjiang, extended his hand, "Xiao Jiang, thank you for your trouble."

Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then reached out his hand in response.

Wu Guangjiang clasped his hands together and shook them vigorously, in a manner reminiscent of a leader meeting a subordinate.

Although he had promised in the car, Wu Sheng completely ignored his father and only had eyes for his mother, showing concern and care for Lan's mother.

"Mom, are you afraid to fly?"

"It's just a little bit during takeoff and landing."

It was clear that Lan's mother was also quite emotional, but she held back and reminded her son, which was also a way of educating him, "Your dad came here especially to celebrate your birthday."

Women like Lan's mother are gems lost to time.

They are very hard to find nowadays.

Only then did the Martial Saint reluctantly turn his head and call out perfunctorily, "Dad."

Wu Guangjiang was used to it and didn't mind at all. On the contrary, he was quite satisfied. In his mind, having a son was enough. As for the son's character, it didn't matter.

He looked him up and down, beaming with pride, "You're getting more and more handsome, you're just like your dad when he was young."

Wu Sheng curled his lips, forcing a smile, and refrained from making a scene out of consideration for his mother and Jiang Chen, and for the current atmosphere.

"Uncle and Aunt, please get in the car first."

Wu Guangjiang nodded, looked at the imposing, long-wheelbase Phantom that exuded a powerful aura just sitting there, and muttered, "Well, let's talk more in the car."

He took the lead and acted as if he were the main character.

The Martial Saint almost couldn't hold back.

"Xiao Jiang, thanks."

"Mother Lan said softly."

“I am very happy that Auntie came to Donghai.”

There are no flowery words, but the simpler the language, the more it touches people's hearts.

“It’s not just that you arranged for us to come to the East Sea, but you’ve also taken such good care of the Martial Saint. I’ve always wanted to express my gratitude to you in person.”

"Mom, so you didn't come here to see me, but to thank Brother Jiang Chen, right?"

The Martial Saint interrupted.

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed. While he wasn't exactly a completely different person, since coming to Donghai to live and study, he had undergone a noticeable transformation from the tyrannical bully who used to run rampant in the village. His mother, Lan, was certainly aware of this.

Although the specific time spent with the Martial Saint was not very long, education, like love, is not something that happens every day. His words and deeds must have had a profound and subtle influence on the Martial Saint.

It's not arrogance; he absolutely has that confidence.

Therefore, Jiang Chen did not feel unworthy of Lan's mother's gratitude and responded generously and politely, "Since Peizhi does not have time, then I certainly have no choice but to do so. Aunt, you don't need to take it to heart. There's no need for such formalities among family members."

The Martial Saint's eyes twitched, and he secretly gave his brother a thumbs up.

Lan Mu's smile deepened, revealing a profound and intriguing meaning. She nodded and said nothing more.

Put the luggage in the trunk.

The two tough guys who accompanied him from Sichuan to the East China Sea disappeared without a trace.

The driver closed the car door.

The Rolls-Royce starts.

In the spacious back row, where every detail exudes the scent of money, Wu Guangjiang unsurprisingly crossed his legs, looking around and feeling the quality of life of the top-tier wealthy class.

"Xiao Jiang, is this car yours or Honghong's?"

"Wu Guangjiang..."

The Martial Saint, having reached his limit, immediately decided to battle his arrogant and self-righteous father.

Even Lan's mother, who always held the position of the head of the household, looked at her husband reproachfully, "What are you saying?"

Jiang Chen, however, remained calm and composed, displaying an elegant demeanor that amazed everyone present.

"Is there any difference?"

perfect.

perfect.

Wu Guangjiang, who was sitting opposite him, was slightly taken aback, then smiled broadly, raised his hand, and pointed at Jiang Chen.

"I knew you were something special the first time I saw you. Good for you, lad. You managed to win over my daughter. I, Wu Guangjiang, don't have many people I admire, but you're one of them."

Comrade Jiang Chen, who was actually talking nonsense, remained calm and composed, saying, "It was the first time I met my uncle, and he left a deep impression on me."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Still laughing!
I don't understand the sarcasm in it.

The Martial Saint inwardly grumbled.

"Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time really flies. To be honest, although I think you're a remarkable guy, I didn't have high hopes at the time. I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise."

Wu Guangjiang sighed deeply, "Honghong is so outstanding. I've always worried that she has too high standards and looks down on everyone. Now I can finally put my mind at ease."

"Xiao Jiang, does Hong Hong know we're here?"

Lan's mother couldn't help but ask.

Wu Sheng felt a jolt in his heart; he was still too young. The other person remained calm and composed, handling the situation with ease. "Wu Sheng and I plan to give her a surprise."

Perhaps this is what is called the art of language.

The same meaning, expressed in a different way, can evoke completely different feelings.

But the Martial Saint wasn't his parents, and his face immediately fell.

My dear brother, if you're going to give your older sister a "surprise," don't drag me into it!

"Xiao Jiang, you've got a knack for this."

Wu Guangjiang fully affirmed, "If I told Honghong, she definitely wouldn't agree. I know she's doing it for my and her mother's good. Life in the village is comfortable and carefree; you can even call out the names of every dog. Unlike here, we don't even know where to go. But as parents, what we worry about most is our children. Wu Sheng has also come to Donghai now, and she rarely goes back home. One of them has to go to school, and the other has to work, so we, who have nothing else to do, can only come to see them."

Although it seemed that he and Lao Tzu were incompatible according to their birth charts, upon hearing these words, the Martial Saint couldn't help but feel a strange sensation.

"Uncle, since you're here, please stay a few more days."

"Hehe, none of that matters. Just looking at the children makes me happy."

Wu Guangjiang looked out the car window at the dense steel jungle and some magnificent buildings that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance, and patted his thigh gently and rhythmically.

"No wonder people online are saying all sorts of things about the East China Sea. Living here must be incredibly stressful."

The Martial Saint frowned slightly, suddenly feeling that his father, with whom he had argued his whole life, seemed a little off.

Ok.

It must be an illusion.

Nearly an hour later.

A tower-like building came into view.

Wu Guangjiang began explaining to his ignorant wife again, "Do you know what that is?"

"Oriental Pearl".

Wu Guangjiang choked. Anyone who likes to show off knows how unpleasant this feeling is. "How did you know?"

"I saw it on my phone."

"..."

Yes.

What era are we living in?

Even if someone has never left their village, they'll definitely surf the internet.

Of course.

Looking at photos or videos online is not comparable to seeing the actual object in person.

Wu Sheng laughed out loud and began to tease him as usual: "Wu Guangjiang, are you feeling bad? My mom uses the same kind of smartphone as you."

Wu Guangjiang glanced at his son, looking depressed.

"Uncle and Aunt, please put your luggage down first, and then have lunch. You can take a walk around the area in the afternoon; this is a good location, and we have everything you need."

nonsense.

This is the Oriental Pearl Tower.

A landmark in Donghai, a prime location, just one kilometer from the Bund, facing the Huangpu River across the water, the images on the internet will become reality.

"Brother, shouldn't we put our luggage down first?" Wu Sheng thought they would stay at the Shangri-La Hotel next door or the Jinmao Tower across the street, but little did he know that Brother Jiang Chen would lead them directly into the Oriental Pearl Tower.

"Yes. There are hotels inside the Oriental Pearl Tower."

"Xiao Jiang, are there hotels near the Oriental Pearl Tower?"

Wu Guangjiang was surprised.

Not to mention him, who was just surfing the internet, even the Martial Saint, who had lived in the East China Sea for so long, was unaware of this.

As it turns out, one's horizons are broadened step by step.

Jiang Chen broadened Martial Saint's horizons once again. The Oriental Pearl Tower, a world-famous landmark of the East China Sea, actually has a sky hotel.

Space capsule conversion.

It is nearly 300 meters above the ground.

The world's tallest suspended glass house.

The floor is transparent.

It offers a panoramic view of the Huangpu River.

Even with a daughter like Lan Peizhi, Wu Guangjiang couldn't help but smack his lips when he was respectfully led into the spherical room by a poised and elegant staff member.

Standing atop the Oriental Pearl Tower, overlooking the Huangpu River and the magnificent Donghai Lake, the visual and psychological impact is simply indescribable.

"Xiao Jiang, how much does it cost to stay here for one night?"

Lan's mother asked in a low voice.

"Mom, this isn't about money."

The Martial Saint arrived in the East Sea much earlier, so he must have a broader perspective than his parents. He had just asked around and found that the entire hotel only had three suites.

Three rooms.

In other words, it is destined to be available but priceless.

There's no shortage of wealthy people in Donghai, and there's no shortage in China either. No matter the price, there are people who can afford to live there. The key is whether you can actually book a place.

Without exaggeration, Wu Sheng felt that if you wanted to stay here, you would probably have to make a reservation six months in advance.

Inviting his parents to Donghai was a decision he and Jiang Chen made on a whim yesterday.

and so.

Jiang Chen must have "cut in line".

In this world, there have always been two kinds of status for people: one is based on wealth.

Very understandable.

You can afford a car that others can't, for example, while others worry about fuel consumption, you ride in a Rolls-Royce.

The other is social status.

Even if you're in a Rolls-Royce, the right-of-way is the same. If you illegally change lanes and cause an accident, you'll still bear full responsibility.

But what is social status?

Different rights for the same path.

When you drive on the road, everyone else has to give way, or the road is simply closed off and the area cleared.

This is social status.

"Auntie, money is not a concern. What do you think of the environment here? Are you satisfied?"

That's a question that sounds a bit pretentious.

If you're still not satisfied with this place, then why don't you go live in the Heavenly Palace?
"Xiao Jiang, you've arranged everything perfectly, very good!"

Wu Guangjiang's satisfaction was palpable; he even switched to English, then picked up his phone and started taking pictures.

It seems that liking to take photos is not a female prerogative.

Of course.

excusable.

Not to mention Lan's father, Wu Guangjiang, who is a native of the countryside, even Wu Sheng wanted to take a picture to record it. After all, this kind of location is not a place where those fake socialites can afford to eat and take photos.

"Ding--"

An incoming call rang.

It's Jiang Chen's phone.

Feeling guilty, Wu Sheng's expression tightened immediately. He glanced at Jiang Chen with worry, clearly concerned that it was his older sister calling to threaten him.

Jiang Chen took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and silently gave Wu Sheng a look that said, "Don't be impatient." Then he said to Lan's mother, "Auntie, I'm taking this call."

Lan's mother nodded.

Jiang Chen walked out of the room, picked up his phone, and put it to his ear.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Ah."

It's Pan Yang.

After calling out, he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, "Say what you mean, roaming fees aren't cheap."

"The Imperial Family has just announced that they have officially recognized Ms. Fujiwara as Princess Consort. And..."

How moving and tragic!

Her fiancé was given a crazy idea before the wedding, but he still stayed by her side.

In comparison, those fickle and profit-driven women should be so ashamed they should hang themselves.

The only pity is.

Such a chaste and virtuous woman, if she weren't from China, she would definitely be a top internet celebrity. She wouldn't even need to think about a script; once the live stream started, the good men who distinguish between good and evil would certainly not let her lose.

But precisely because she is not a Chinese citizen, such a worthy story is destined to never spread on the Chinese internet.

The dramatic saga of a small island nation's royal family, with its share of ups and downs, is it worth paying attention to if domestic celebrities are involved in affairs and divorces?

Ordinary people never need to know too much; it's meaningless. Just like a bowl of rice porridge, all you need are simple seasonings.

"When did you start stuttering?"

Pan Yang gave a wry smile, composed himself, and said in a low voice, "Miss Fujiwara is pregnant. She is the posthumous child of Prince Watari Tetsuya. The Imperial Family has highly praised Miss Fujiwara's character and called on the whole society to learn from her."

Different mountains and rivers, different lands.

We share the same moon and sky.

as predicted.

Such deeds, no matter where they are, would certainly be praised and celebrated.

The fallen angel suddenly transformed into Joan of Arc.

The Japanese people probably feel like this: "My feelings for you are like a rollercoaster ride!"
"Okay, I understand. Is there anything else?"

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed.

"No, that's all. Then I won't bother Mr. Jiang any longer."

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Chen called out to him, "How are things going between you and Tong Dan?"

Pan Yang was speechless and embarrassed.

"When pursuing a girl, be proactive. Tong Dan is a good girl, so hurry up and make your move."

Pan Yang was touched. "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"Ah."

The call is interrupted.

Jiang Chen put down his phone and slowly exhaled, unnoticed by anyone.

Suddenly.

He couldn't help but start thinking about a question he had never considered before.

The child in Fujiwara Reiki's belly.

Is it a boy or a girl?
If it were a girl with a mother like that, I can't even imagine what the future would hold.

But if it's a boy...

It seems they're not even as good as girls.

Jiang Chen looked up, but even at a height of nearly 300 meters, he could not see the sky, only the floorboards.

You only know what fate is when you don't know what fate is.

Jiang Chen put away his phone, turned around, and returned to the suspended suite. (End of Chapter)