I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The female anchor cried so hard that she lost control of her bladder and eventually collapsed in her seat, convulsing and disturbing everyone's meal in the restaurant.

Not everyone is so narrow-minded.

Seeing her like this, the guests all looked at her with concern and whispered among themselves. When the waiter was at a loss, Wu Sheng stood up and repaid evil with kindness.

"Go find a plastic bag, a disposable one will do."

"Mind your own business!"

Wu Guangjiang whispered.

The Martial Saint ignored him, threw away the peanut shells, clapped his hands, and walked over.

"Go get it quickly."

The waiter was impressed by his composure and actually brought him a plastic bag.

The Martial Saint took it and, without saying a word, tried to put it on the other person's head.

"What is this kid doing?!"

Wu Guangjiang was so shocked he almost jumped up.

Although that girl was rude and called them country bumpkins, she couldn't have committed murder in public, could she?!

Jiang Chen pressed down on his arm, "The Martial Saint is saving her."

Not only Wu Guangjiang, but the waiter was also startled and hurriedly tried to stop him, "Sir..."

"She has respiratory alkalosis. Her emotions were too agitated, causing her oxygen concentration to be too high and her carbon dioxide concentration to be too low. We need to help lower the oxygen level in her body."

Seeing that he was speaking with great conviction, the waiter hesitated. Then, Wu Sheng successfully put the plastic bag over the man's head.

Uneducated.

Love vanity.

Greedy and hypocritical.

These are all drawbacks.

But it's not a crime.

It's not a capital offense either.

and.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

This is about rectifying one's own karma.

Besides Jiang Chen, Duanmu Liuli must have also subtly influenced the image of the Martial Saint.

The waiter quickly reported the situation through his headset. By the time the restaurant manager arrived, the female anchor Hao Wenming, whose head was covered by a plastic bag, was breathing gradually returning to normal.

"Alright, you can take it down now."

The waiter immediately removed the plastic bag.

The manager, whose knowledge was naturally superior to that of the waiter, immediately expressed his gratitude to the Martial Saint upon seeing this.

"Thank you, sir."

The Martial Saint curled the corners of his mouth dismissively. "Help her out. Don't disturb everyone's meal."

The manager was slightly taken aback.

So, this person intervened to save the person simply because they felt it interfered with their own meal?

Looking around, it was clear that all the guests were looking in this direction.

"Okay. Sorry to bother you."

The manager quickly instructed several waiters to help the female anchor, who was still unable to move on her own, out of the room, and then apologized to the surrounding customers.

The Martial Saint left after accomplishing his task, concealing his merits and fame. He dusted off the hem of his suit jacket and returned as if nothing had happened.

"Good job, kid!"

Wu Guangjiang, who had been extremely anxious, now had bright eyes. Looking at the Martial Saint who had made a great splash, he stood tall and proud, his face full of pride.

"I have indeed learned something since coming to the East China Sea."

“Sheng, in the future, you shouldn’t do these things yourself. You can tell the hotel staff how to do it.”

Lan's mother was also very proud, but she still cautiously reminded her son, "Otherwise, if anything happens to them, you will be responsible."

Wu Sheng raised his childlike smile, "Mom, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You know me, I won't do anything risky. I'll take action because I'm absolutely certain."

"Haha, you little rascal!"

Wu Guangjiang laughed heartily, very pleased. "When you came to Donghai, your mother was always worried that you wouldn't adapt well. But your old man knew all along that you wouldn't suffer anywhere."

"Thank you for your help earlier. This is a gift from our hotel. We are honored that you chose the Peace Hotel. We wish you a pleasant meal."

The manager reappeared and personally presented a bottle of red wine, the value of which was unknown, but it was at least in the four figures.

After delivering the wine, the manager bowed and left without disturbing the customer further.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a century-old establishment.

Although the entry barrier has been lowered, allowing ordinary people to grit their teeth and come in for an afternoon tea, the overall style and cultural heritage remain unchanged.

"light and spacious."

Wu Guangjiang gave a thumbs up, his goodwill towards the Peace Hotel greatly increased, and he could use this to bask in his own glory.

"I told you we should eat here, didn't I?"

“Isn’t that all thanks to our son?” said Lan’s mother. Wu Guangjiang nodded, “Yes, yes, we all benefited from the Holy One’s good fortune, waiter!”

"The food hasn't been served yet."

The Martial Saint couldn't help but say.

"It's alright, keep drinking!"

Red wine with sunflower seeds and peanuts.

Have you seen it before?

It was in a place like the Peace Hotel.

Fortunately, the female anchor was helped out, otherwise they would probably have been filmed as material again.

"what--"

After drinking the refreshing liquor, Wu Guangjiang smacked his lips. He had certainly drunk red wine before; he had some at home. To be honest, he didn't like it and didn't enjoy it. No matter how much it cost, it all tasted the same.

But this bottle of wine is different.

It is quite sweet.

"Xiao Jiang, your uncle has to thank you. No, our whole family has to thank you. Come on, Ju, let's toast Xiao Jiang together."

Wu Guangjiang patted Lan's mother's hand, but Jiang Chen couldn't bear it.

"Uncle, Uncle, gold shines wherever it is."

Emotional intelligence is always the most important skill.

With just a few words, he flattered everyone, and even the Martial Saint felt extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but pick up the crystal-clear wine glass.

"We're all family, no need for formalities. Dad, Mom, brother, let's have a drink together!"

Wu Guangjiang froze, utterly bewildered. "What did you just call me?"

"Wu Guangjiang, aren't you being a nagging old woman!"

Wu Guangjiang turned his head and looked at Lan's mother for confirmation.

Lan's mother smiled and nodded.

"Hahaha, alright, kid, I'll drink with you tonight. Xiao Jiang, raise your glass, let's drink this to the brim."

drink wine.

Where you drink it doesn't matter.

What kind of alcohol you drink doesn't matter.

It's about the atmosphere.

It's about the state of mind you're drinking.

Perhaps because it was a free gift, they didn't mind. The three generations of men, young, middle-aged, and old, enjoyed sunflower seeds and peanuts while drinking and chatting. Before any dishes were even served, they had already downed most of a bottle of wine.

"Xiao Jiang, don't worry."

In high spirits, Wu Guangjiang raised his hand and pressed down on Jiang Chen's shoulder, "I accept you as my son-in-law. No matter what happens between you and Honghong in the future, or whether you can be together or not, our family will only recognize you as our son-in-law!"

"Wu Guangjiang, what are you saying! Besides Brother Jiang Chen, who else in the world could possibly catch my sister's eye?"

Lan's mother patted her husband's arm, "Say less."

Wu Guangjiang didn't take it to heart and continued to pour himself more wine.

"I come."

Jiang Chen took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle.

Wu Guangjiang smiled, making no attempt at formality, and enjoyed the wine with an air of self-assurance, watching the dark red liquid swirl and ripple in the glass. "I'm a straightforward person; I say what I mean. The biggest problem between you and Honghong is your age..."

"Cough cough cough..."

The Martial Saint coughed repeatedly.

Wu Guangjiang looked over, but before he could speak, Jiang Chen said first, "Let Uncle finish what he has to say."

"Really……"

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Not only his own father, but even the Martial Saint ignored what his brother Jiang Chen said, his face turning red as if he was about to cough up his lungs.

What happened?
It doesn't seem like he's faking it.

soon.

The two men, father-in-law and son-in-law, who had been having a heart-to-heart talk, suddenly realized what was going on.

At the same time, the already mild effects of the alcohol dissipated like a receding tide.

"So frugal. Are you waiting for me to order?"

Wu Guangjiang froze, stiffly turning his head. Before he could even see the whole face, just the glimpse of it from the corner of his eye made him shudder.

He, who had been talking non-stop and in complete control since getting off the plane, suddenly shut his mouth.

"Cough cough cough-"

This time it wasn't intentional.

It's truly uncontrollable.

The Martial Saint lowered his head deeply, his heart pounding. (End of Chapter)