I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Not only does it boast an excellent location, but it also offers top-notch services, including bespoke meals prepared by Michelin-starred chefs.

After so many years of his daughter's "successful career," Wu Guangjiang is finally experiencing the life of a true superior person today.

It's said that mothers-in-law grow to love their sons-in-law more and more the more they look at them, but his attitude towards Jiang Chen became even more enthusiastic than Lan's mother's. In comparison, his beloved son, Wu Sheng, was neglected.

Of course.

The Martial Saint didn't care at all.

Moreover.

His birthday is tomorrow.

"Xiao Jiang, you came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare anything. You only brought some oranges."

After finishing her meal, Lan's mother took out a bag of green tangerines from her suitcase.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "The Martial Saint really likes to eat."

Of course, Wu Sheng still remembered his rude behavior when his older sister first brought people to their door, which made him quite embarrassed.

"Mom, there's nothing we can't buy here."

Wu Guangjiang picked his teeth with a toothpick and said, "Of course you can buy anything with money, but can the oranges you buy with money be the same as these oranges? Don't you agree, Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Chen, who had recently given away Shacheng fish cakes as gifts, nodded in deep agreement, "Uncle is right. When I went to Sichuan, I felt that these were the sweetest oranges I had ever eaten."

Wu Guangjiang laughed heartily.

Even Lan's mother couldn't hide her gratified smile.

My daughter's perspective.

There was no doubt about it.

"Brother, you should have told me earlier. I could have had Mom mail it to you."

The Martial Saint muttered to himself, inwardly marveling at the spectacle.

Jiang Chen's flattery skills were far beyond his reach, and the key was that he did it so subtly that it left no trace.

This is what art should be.

The Martial Saint was deeply inspired and studied frame by frame.

"Okay, I'll mail it to you when I get back."

Jiang Chen took the oranges; they were quite heavy, probably weighing over ten pounds, and they took up most of the suitcase. The couple probably didn't bring many clothes.

Also.

They certainly didn't plan to stay long.

"Uncle and Aunt, let's go for a walk."

"Walk."

Wu Guangjiang readily agreed.

Without driving, just walking, it only takes twenty minutes to walk from the East China Sea Pearl Tower to the Bund, but many people never manage to reach that destination in their entire lives.

"Xiao Jiang, you go ahead and do your work. It's fine with the Martial Saint accompanying us."

Lan's mother was worried about delaying the other party.

How considerate she is!

The saying that you should find a wife by finding her mother-in-law is not entirely true.

Finding a wife is finding a wife; the order cannot be changed.

Otherwise, if they had met Lan's mother first, who would have thought that she could raise a daughter like Lan Peizhi?

"Mom, your arrival is the biggest thing for Jiang Chen."

This kid.

Strong learning ability.

Mr. Jiang, who was teaching by example, nodded secretly.

Lan's mother, however, was a little embarrassed.

"Xiao Jiang, where are you from again?"

Wu Guangjiang asked.

"Sand City".

"Oh, right. I remember now, Guan Yu lost Shacheng due to carelessness."

Wu Guangjiang nodded. "You went to a university in the East China Sea, right?"

"Yes, Uncle has a really good memory."

Wu Guangjiang chuckled. Although he knew the other party was flattering him, he did feel comfortable.

How did you and Honghong meet?

They came to my door two years ago.

I didn't dare ask because of my daughter.

Lan's mother also looked at the man, who seemed more mature and composed than he had been two years ago, and was curious about her daughter's story with him.

"Well... that's a long story."

"Hehe, it's okay, there's plenty of time, you can take your time."

The weather is calm and sunny.

The sky was clear and as smooth as a mirror.

Bathed in the warm afternoon sun, Jiang Chen smiled slightly. "The first time I met Pei Zhi was by chance. I went to Lanting for tourism, and she happened to be there too."

"Brother, you remember such detailed things so clearly?"

The Martial Saint was startled.

What a talented straight man!

"It's not that I remember. It's your sister, I can't forget her."

Wu Guangjiang coughed lightly, signaling the other party to tone it down. It was normal for them to behave in front of them, but they couldn't go overboard.

That's so cheesy.

It's a bit awkward not to see Changju.

Li Changju is the name of Lan's mother.

"Xiao Jiang, Honghong has a bad temper. You tried to chat her up, and you didn't get beaten up?"

"Does your uncle think I'm such a frivolous person?"

Jiang Chen asked back, his expression so serious that Wu Guangjiang was speechless.

"Well, what happened next?"

"Later... I ran into a big problem and had no choice but to ask a friend to help me."

"Excuse."

Wu Guangjiang spoke with absolute certainty, and said with a smug smile, "You want to get to know Honghong, right?"

The Martial Saint gradually perked up his ears and concentrated intently. If picking up girls was difficult, then his older sister was a nightmare, an almost impossible task.

But some people actually beat the game.

How could we not listen attentively when such a top-tier player is personally sharing their experience?

"No, that's not it. We've really encountered some difficulties."

Comrade Jiang Chen may seem obsequious, but he is actually telling the truth. He and Lan Peizhi truly became acquainted because Pei Yunxi was "kidnapped" by that little prince.

correct.

It's right there on the banks of the Huangpu River.

Who first saw the moon by the riverbank?

"So Honghong helped you."

"No."

Wu Guangjiang was slapped again, and he honestly said, "Back then, I didn't know her. She wasn't a kind-hearted person at all."

Wu Guangjiang, who was self-righteous, twitched at the corner of his eye. He was embarrassed and amused at the same time. He cleared his throat, tried to save face, and also explained for his daughter.

"That's right. Honghong isn't so easy to approach."

Jiang Chen gazed at the horizon where the river met the sky. "Back then, I only admired Pei Zhi's charm and had no ulterior motives. Little did I know that the gears of fate had already begun to turn quietly."

"Cough cough cough..."

No matter how violently Wu Guangjiang coughed, Jiang Chen spoke from the bottom of his heart.

When I arrived at the Huangpu River and looked at the woman standing under the moonlight, the future seemed as shimmering, hazy, and unfathomable as the river behind her.

But looking back now.

The path I had walked was crystal clear, as if it were destined.

Jiang Chen sighed softly, a gesture that could be described as the finishing touch.

"Xiao Jiang, you don't need to say anything. It must have been difficult for you and Pei Zhi to get together."

Lan's mother finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She was from the countryside and didn't have much formal education, but she could understand what the other person was saying.

If the child continued talking, she, as a parent, would feel embarrassed.

Wu Guangjiang also stopped there. Hmm.

He was also finding it hard to take it anymore.

He didn't know how this kid could say such things so casually...

How to describe it?

Correct.

—Such sentimental words.

But thinking about it carefully, could an ordinary person handle his daughter?
"It's more spectacular than the river in our village."

Stepping onto the Bund, gazing out over the Wuguang River, I was filled with emotion.

"We can take a cruise tonight, are you and your wife interested?"

"Brother Jiang Chen, my mom is seasick."

"..."

Jiang Chen immediately stopped the conversation.

Despite the high cost of land, this city has never lacked fans. Even though the Bund is busiest at night, it is still lively in the afternoon.

"Don't you want to come out and see? You've never seen so many people in your life."

Wu Guangjiang muttered to his wife, "If it were a modern girl, they would definitely start arguing." But Lan's mother just smiled, her wrinkles at the corners of her eyes like dried orange peels. She looked at the customs clock and said, "This clock is really big, more than ten times bigger than the clock in our village ancestral hall..."

"Wu Guangjiang, do you know what kind of place that is?"

The martial arts master, who couldn't stand his ostentatious display in front of his mother, sneered.

Wu Guangjiang was immediately stumped by the question. His lips trembled, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a sound.

What does he know?

While surfing the internet can indeed teach you a lot and expose you to many new things, it also has its limitations.

That's the customs building.

Jiang Chen spoke up to help out, "Auntie, that was built by the British a hundred years ago."

"A hundred years ago?"

"Yes, 1927."

Not wanting to be left out, Wu Guangjiang quickly chimed in, "A hundred years ago, Donghai was full of concessions. Foreigners built many buildings here. Donghai's current state is also thanks to the foreigners."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The foreigners were driven out long ago. What does it have to do with them?"

Although she was just an ordinary rural woman, Lan's mother also had a strong sense of patriotism.

"If you don't believe me, ask Xiao Jiang."

Wu Guangjiang didn't discipline his wife, probably because his son was watching him intently from the side.

"What my uncle said makes some sense."

"look."

Wu Guangjiang became smug again, "Don't look at things so superficially. Why have we developed so fast over the past few decades? It's because we opened our doors to the world and started doing business with foreigners."

Looking at the international architectural masterpieces on the opposite bank, Wu Guangjiang's eyes were bright and his demeanor was imposing. "We were once enslaved, but only by knowing shame can we become stronger. If we want to surpass our enemies, we must first learn from them. We must learn from the barbarians' superior techniques to control them. In just a few years, we went from being the 'sick man of East Asia' to the second largest economy in the world. How long will it take to become the world's number one? It will definitely be even shorter. We will definitely live to see it."

Lan's mother also looked towards the opposite bank.

To be honest, Lao Tzu's words touched the Martial Saint, but his habit of more than ten years made him instinctively try to undermine him.

Even if China becomes number one in the world, what does it have to do with you? Will you get a single penny of the benefits?

"pattern!"

Standing among many foreign faces, Wu Guangjiang, a farmer from the lowest social class, had a smug and imposing appearance as he dusted off the hem of his leather jacket.

"I may not get any of the benefits, but I am honored!"

The Martial Saint twitched his lips, wanting to continue refuting, but couldn't find a word to say, so he finally gave a thumbs up.

"You are noble, you are amazing!"

Despite gaining a rare advantage, Wu Guangjiang did not press his advantage to reshape his father's authority. If he truly cared about his father's dignity, he would not have allowed the Martial Saint to develop this kind of personality.

She'll be fifteen soon, so she can't fight anymore, and probably won't be able to beat him, but children aren't born this big.

"Come on, let's take a picture together."

Wu Guangjiang took his phone out of his pocket.

"I'll take the photo."

Jiang Chen volunteered.

"Hey, let's take a family photo together."

Wu Guangjiang refused, but surely a photographer is needed to take pictures?
Then Wu Guangjiang generously approached a passing girl, radiant with youthful energy and a face full of collagen. She was probably a college student. He was very shrewd; he certainly didn't pick her randomly. He knew that college students were more polite and wouldn't refuse. He helped her take several photos of them on the banks of the Huangpu River.

"Thanks, young lady."

Wu Guangjiang looked through the photos he had taken and was quite satisfied.

"You're welcome, sir."

The girl waved goodbye and walked away with a smile.

"puff--"

The Martial Saint couldn't hold back, nor did he want to. He clutched his stomach and laughed until he bent over.

Wu Guangjiang froze, his face darkening visibly, and his mood instantly soured.

Although he has a rich inner world, no different from a young man, his graying temples clearly reveal the vicissitudes of life. Why didn't he think of getting an oil treatment when he was grooming himself before setting off?

"This little girl, she's so young, how come her eyesight is already bad?"

He pretended to chase after them to argue with them.

Lan's mother tried to suppress her smile and grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

World Trade Center.

When traveling, besides seeing the scenery and broadening one's horizons, what is more important?

That's right.

Consumption.

Especially since it was my precious son's birthday.

You can't really give a few pounds of oranges as a gift.

That's for the "son-in-law".

There is a distinction between close and distant relationships.

"what do you want?"

Wu Guangjiang was very bold and showed no fear even when walking in a glamorous shopping mall.

I appreciate your kind gesture, but there's no need for you to spend any more money.

This kid.

“Just answer my question. Why are you being so polite with your old man? You only get a few fifteens in your life. By the time you're thirty and want your dad to pay for things, I might not even be around anymore.”

"Wu Guangjiang, are you out of your mind? Why are you cursing yourself for no reason? If you don't want to live anymore, tell me now so I can choose a place sooner. Graves will only get more and more expensive in the future."

"Hehe, birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature, and no one can escape them. There's no need to make it so complicated. If I'm not here one day, I can just be cremated and then scattered on the edge of that field. That's making the most of what I have and it can even add some fertilizer to the crops."

Outsiders have no say in this kind of topic.

The son-in-law is also an outsider.

"Why say such unlucky things on a child's birthday?"

“He’s not young anymore, so you can’t say anything about him. He’ll definitely be the one to see me off in my final days. I’ve already told you all about my funeral arrangements. I have no other requests. After I’m gone, don’t worry about me. Just burn some paper money for me when you remember me.”

"hehe."

The Martial Saint smiled insincerely, "Burning paper money is not allowed in the city. It's a feudal custom that must be abolished."

"Which idiot said we should ban it? Feudalism my ass. Burning incense and worshipping ancestors has been passed down for thousands of years, and now it's considered a bad custom here? Whoever came up with this ridiculous idea, is he orphaned or some kind of animal that popped out of a rock?"

"What's the use of you nagging me? Just pray for your own good fortune. Expecting me to burn money for you so you can live a carefree life in the underworld is wishful thinking."

Wu Guangjiang was neither dejected nor melancholy.

It is said that raising children is for old age security.

What's the point of guarding against it?

"Burn it or not, it's up to you. As long as you're not afraid, I'll come and get you."

Lan's mother smiled bitterly at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen responded with an understanding look.

"You should ask my sister instead of me; she's more reliable than me."

Wu Guangjiang snorted.

"What kind of father would ask anything of his children? Anyway, I've lived a worthwhile life, so it's no big deal if I suffer a little after I die. But you better remember, after I'm gone, be good to your mother, or I'll definitely come up here and have a good talk with you."

Martial Saint curled his lip, "Trying to play the good guy because Brother Jiang Chen is here, huh?"

Wu Guangjiang smiled, made a gesture of raising his hand, but didn't strike. He glanced at his increasingly mature son, who was dressed in a suit.

"Come on, let's go buy you a belt." (End of Chapter)