I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Like Doraemon's pocket.

Lan Peizhi's gourd may not look big, but it has an amazing capacity, which caused even an old drunkard like Wu Guangjiang to get dizzy in the end.

Mr. Jiang couldn't refuse his daughter's wine; how could he, as her father, refuse it?

Perhaps this was the first time in his life he had ever drunk his daughter's wine, and even if it was real alcohol, he had to close his eyes and swallow it.

As for the Martial Saint, considering his age, he became the luckiest person among the men present.

He barely managed to finish two ounces of wine, his face flushed red. He wasn't exactly going to the hospital, but he also forgot the task Boss Jiang had given him beforehand: to pay the bill.

But since his daughter, who was over thirty, had come, there was no need for him to pay.

"Go do your thing, don't worry about us. We'll walk back with Xiao Jiang."

Staggering out of the Peace Hotel, Wu Guangjiang was gesticulating wildly. He felt unwell, but his spirits were high. Looking around, he realized his son was not there.

"Where is Saint?"

"Come on, come on!"

The martial arts master, who had gone to the restroom, chased after him.

Ok.

That's right.

He just went to throw up.

This is the secret to drinking.

It's uncomfortable to vomit for a while, but it's uncomfortable to stay nauseous if you don't vomit

But his older sister's liquor was really strong. It made him feel a little better, but the neon lights on the street still made him see double, like astigmatism.

Say goodbye to your sister.

Wu Guangjiang put his arm around his son's shoulder.

Under normal circumstances, the Martial Saint would have shaken him off without hesitation, but he didn't do so at this moment.

This is why drinking culture has endured and remained so prevalent.

Alcohol can make a deal fall through, make two people who don't love each other passionately sleep together, and make a father and son who don't get along put their arms around each other. It can turn the rotten into the magical.

"Sister, you go back now, I'm here!"

The Martial Saint patted his chest, exuding heroic spirit.

correct.

It seems like we've missed one person.

What is Boss Jiang doing?
Oh.

They're holding onto a tree like sculptures.

"Let's go back and see how Xiao Jiang is doing."

As Lan's mother spoke, everyone simultaneously shifted their gaze.

"It's nothing, I just need to rest for a bit."

Jiang Chen held onto the ancient tree with one hand and waved the other. His stomach was churning, but at least he didn't make a fool of himself.

“Young man, you’re healthy, it’s nothing to worry about. Honghong, you can go now.”

Wu Guangjiang, his face flushed with alcohol, urged his daughter on.

Compared to the three grown men, Lan Peizhi exemplified what it means to be unpredictable. She didn't cheat or slack off; she drank just as much as she was supposed to, yet her complexion remained unchanged, just as it was when she entered the restaurant.

A nanny van drove up.

The driver quickly got out of the car and silently opened the door.

"Mom, get in the car."

Lan's mother was taken aback.

That's just wishful thinking on my part.

Lan Peizhi had no intention of caring about the drunkards; he just wanted to take Lan's mother away.

"This……"

Lan's mother looked at her husband, son, and the person leaning against the tree, hesitating.

"Go ahead."

Wu Guangjiang realized what was happening and immediately waved his hand. Although he was dizzy, he was still conscious and urged his wife to go with their daughter.

It doesn't matter whether his daughter cares about him or not.

As long as they still acknowledge this mother and have the bond of their wife, they will always be a family!

"That you……"

Lan's mother was worried.

"Mom, it's okay, I'm here!"

The Martial Saint, full of masculine spirit, had just vomited and had drunk the least, so he was probably the most sober among the men.

Knowing that her relationship with her daughter was hard-won, Lan's mother finally nodded silently and followed her daughter to the nanny van. As she got in the van, she looked back once.

"boom."

The nanny van door closed.

Without a word, the van drove off, leaving the drunks stranded on the roadside.

"vomit--"

After his daughter left, Wu Guangjiang stopped trying to be strong. He put his right hand on his son's shoulder and covered his stomach with his left hand.

"Holy crap! Wu Guangjiang, don't vomit on me!"

The Martial Saint quickly dodged.

Losing his support, Wu Guangjiang bent over, veins bulging on his forehead and temples. "Your sister's liquor is fucking potent. How can a young woman like her handle it?"

"You're such a coward! If you can't drink it, just say so! You're dragging me and Brother Jiang Chen down with you!"

Why don't you say so?

"You're the oldest in terms of seniority!"

Wu Guangjiang grinned, breathing heavily as he laughed, "If you can handle your sister, I'll call you dad."

The Martial Saint remained silent, but deftly gave the middle finger.

Why was he so "rebellious"?
There's a reason for that.

"Brother, can you hold on?"

The Martial Saint walked up to someone.

Someone gave an OK sign, still maintaining the nonchalant pose of leaning against the tree, and said, "Let me take a moment."

The Martial Saint nodded understandingly, let out a deep breath, and looked in the direction the nanny van had left.

"It's really not easy to celebrate a birthday."

Jiang Chen, who was struggling with the alcohol, couldn't help but cough and almost vomited.

This kid.

It's as if he's under a lot of pressure.

"elder brother."

The Martial Saint suddenly lowered his voice and glanced furtively at Laozi Wu Guangjiang, who was not far away.

The other person was clutching their stomach and hunched over, paying no attention to them; their stomach was probably churning too.

“I just called Sister Shurui from the restroom. I told her that my parents came to Donghai to celebrate my birthday, and that you should treat them to dinner, so you don’t need to worry about Sister Shurui.”

She's so shrewd and worldly-wise.

I know that Jiang Chen suffered a great loss in order to celebrate his birthday.

After resting for a while, Jiang Chen straightened up and let go of the tree he was leaning on. "Your mother and your sister left. Tonight, you can keep your father company."

The Martial Saint instinctively wanted to refuse, but his lips moved and he said, "He doesn't need me to accompany him. He's definitely more comfortable on his own."

"Your dad isn't young anymore, and he's drunk so much. Are you going to leave him alone in the hotel?"

"He can drink. He's been drinking almost every day since he was a child. But he's fine."

"Xiao Jiang, are you feeling better?"

As he spoke, Wu Guangjiang walked over with unsteady steps.

Jiang Chen nodded and grinned, "Uncle, I'll take you back to the hotel."

Wu Guangjiang immediately waved his hand.

"Why go back to the hotel? It's not easy to come all this way, what a waste to just lie in the hotel?"

"So, what does Uncle mean..."

Wu Guangjiang gave Jiang Chen a wink, but Jiang Chen didn't understand. So Wu Guangjiang could only say, "Everyone says the nightlife in the East China Sea is very vibrant?"

"Wu Guangjiang, you bastard, you're up to no good while my mom's not around, aren't you?"

The Martial Saint immediately began to curse.

"What are you saying? What's wrong with taking a bath and getting a massage? I've come all the way to the East China Sea, can't I relax a bit?"

"Do you want a bath and massage? Wu Guangjiang, don't you know how old you are? Don't you have any shame?"

"You brat. Don't judge your old man with your filthy thoughts. I've been devoted to your mother my whole life, and I would never do anything to betray her. Even if I called her right now and told her, I wouldn't be afraid. We've come to the big city, can't we experience it and relax a bit?" Wu Guangjiang spoke with an open and honest tone, then looked at Jiang Chen, "Right, Xiao Jiang?"

As a junior, especially from Comrade Jiang Chen's perspective, how should I respond?

There's definitely no way I can refuse.

Taking a bath and getting a massage is indeed not illegal.

It's quite an ordeal to come here, so how could we not support such a refined taste?
"Xiao Jiang, you pick a place, the three of us can go together, and I'll cover the bill."

"You used my sister's card again, didn't you?"

The Martial Saint, unable to contain his anger at the mention of this incident, said, "Are you out of your mind? If it weren't for you, my sister would never have known. You tricked us once, and now you want to trick us a second time?"

Wu Guangjiang retorted, "Even if I didn't swipe the card, do you think your sister wouldn't find out? It's just a matter of time. It's all in the past now!"

"Don't think about anything, go back to sleep."

"If you won't go, I'll go by myself!"

Wu Guangjiang also lost his temper, "Good heavens, the son is trying to discipline his father? This is utterly absurd!"

With that, Wu Guangjiang was about to leave, saying, "You all go back, don't worry about me."

"uncle!"

Jiang Chen quickly called out to him, "Uncle! Please calm down."

At the same time, Jiang Chen whispered to Wu Sheng, "Your dad drank so much. If something happens to him, your mom and sister will never forgive you."

The Martial Saint turned his head away and remained silent.

Wu Guangjiang, who was putting on an act, quickly stopped.

"Uncle, you're right. It's no big deal to relax, but it's not suitable to get a massage right after drinking."

"Soaking your feet shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Look.

How simple and honest they are.

They really weren't thinking anything.

The massage I'm referring to is just a simple massage.

"How about this, I'll take Uncle to a place that's definitely more comfortable than a foot bath, and Uncle probably hasn't experienced it before."

Wu Guangjiang immediately became interested, giving Jiang Chen a strange look, and then said inexplicably, "That Martial Saint..."

"Together."

Jiang Chendao was even more upright and open-minded.

Wu Guangjiang was slightly taken aback.

He was also shocked that the other party was so "capable".

It turns out I misunderstood.

Since we're taking the Martial Saint along, it must be a legitimate service, like a bath or massage.

"Then what are we dawdling for? Let's hurry up."

Jiang Chen walked to the roadside and decisively hailed a taxi.

When the taxi driver heard the destination, he secretly glanced at the three men of different ages through the rearview mirror. Even though they had accents from other places, he didn't dare to take a detour.

"Brother, where is this place?"

The Martial Saint was curious.

Qinyuan.

The name sounds quite elegant, and it has absolutely nothing to do with a foot massage parlor.

"A place to listen to some tunes and have some tea."

Comrade Jiang Chen spoke casually, though he had only been there once before, and had just remembered it on a whim.

Enjoy some tea and music?

The Martial Saint was slightly taken aback. "Brother, is it that elegant?"

"What's there to ask? Just follow Xiao Jiang's instructions."

Wu Guangjiang was very good at being a guest. He took the opportunity to close his eyes and rest, and then actually fell asleep and started snoring. He was only woken up by Jiang Chen when they arrived at the destination.

"Uncle, we're getting off the bus."

Around 7 or 8 o'clock, during the evening rush hour, I was stuck in traffic and waiting at traffic lights, and it took almost an hour to get here.

However, after an hour of metabolism, the alcohol in their bodies was diluted somewhat, and the way the three people, young, old, and old, walked after getting out of the car was no longer so conspicuous.

Upon hearing Jiang Chen's introduction, Wu Sheng subconsciously assumed it was a teahouse or theater. Although he had never been to one, he had heard of the entertainments of the upper class. However, when he actually arrived and entered the place, Wu Sheng realized that he was completely wrong, terribly wrong.

Looking up, the buildings stretch upwards, towering and majestic, making one feel incredibly small. Gilded bronze bells hang between the eaves and brackets, and when the wind occasionally blows by, they ring out with a clear and melodious sound, echoing the faint sound of a pipa inside the building.

The white jade pillars, carved with dragons and phoenixes, are so large that two adults could hardly encircle them, supporting the view of every visitor. From bottom to top, all the doors and windows are made of rosewood and inlaid with mica sheets, shimmering with a mesmerizing brilliance under the magnificent lights.

As he ascended the sandalwood staircase inlaid with mother-of-pearl, the Martial Saint glanced up and noticed an unknown ancient painting embedded in the dome. Although he couldn't identify the work with his limited knowledge, it was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Twelve palace lanterns hung with apricot-yellow tassels, illuminating the gold threads on the lotus-patterned carpet with a subtle glow. Eight rosewood and marble tables were arranged in a staggered pattern, each paired with six southern-style official's hat chairs, the backrests of which were embroidered with the themes of the Four Gentlemen: plum blossom, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum.

The innermost stage is surrounded by water on three sides, and the golden nanmu wood railings are carved with the complete story of "The Romance of the Western Chamber." At this moment, a young woman with her hair styled in a high bun holds a curved-neck pipa, her slender fingers gliding across the icy strings like jade beads falling onto a plate. On a sandalwood table in front of the stage sits a Xuande incense burner, from which wisps of sandalwood smoke rise, making the intertwined floral patterns on her moon-white dress even more hazy.

The renovation has been changed a bit since my last visit.

It's even more captivating now.

The man who once spent a fortune here to win the title of courtesan remained calm and composed, strolling leisurely.

Waiters carried engraved silver trays between floors, while tender buds of pre-Qingming Longjing tea unfurled in steaming natural spring water in Ru ware celadon teacups. The crisp sound of chess pieces falling onto a board echoed from a private room upstairs.

Not only were there elegant ladies in ancient style, but also refined gentlemen with white hair and beards. Behind a half-rolled bamboo curtain, an old tea master in a gray cloth robe was performing a tea show in a corner, and a lifelike Chang'e flying to the moon appeared in the tea soup.

"Squeak."

When he entered the private room and sat down, Wu Sheng was still in a daze and had not yet come to his senses.

Not to mention Wu Guangjiang, who came from the countryside.

Actually, this kind of place has nothing to do with where he comes from.

How many people have actually seen or visited these purebred East China Sea natives?

With the windows open, you can enjoy the local scenery without being disturbed.

"Uncle, are you satisfied?"

Wu Guangjiang, who had been unconsciously opening his mouth, suddenly snapped out of his daze and smacked his lips.

His first thought at that moment was...

That is, the internet is still too limited.

Simultaneously.

I also witnessed the vast differences between people.

The villagers, toiling in the fields from dawn till dusk, could never have imagined such a heavenly palace existed on earth.

"What else is there to say?"

He sighed deeply. The girl playing music outside looked like she had stepped out of an ancient book; she was even more beautiful than any movie star.

"Brother, this place isn't just for drinking tea and listening to music, is it?"

The Martial Saint murmured.

"It's enough for us to just have tea and listen to music."

Jiang Chen took out a folding fan from somewhere, flicked his fingers, unfolded it with a flourish, and looked out the window, looking every bit the refined nobleman of the world.

elegant.

That's so elegant.

Yes, what other projects are there here? Does it matter?
The world looks the way you see it.

We should learn to appreciate both the refined and the common in this world.

"What I mean is, what if my sister finds out..."

Wu Sheng glanced at Wu Guangjiang, who was staring intently out the window, his eyes seemingly drawn out, as if his soul was about to be stolen away.

He didn't shout or yell.

He is a son.

Simultaneously.

He was also a man.

and so.

He could understand.

It's not just the girl playing music.

Every girl who came into their view on their way in was as beautiful as an angel.

Jiang Chen waved his folding fan, exuding elegance.

"This is where your sister runs it."

"What??!"

The round stool beneath the Martial Saint tilted, nearly causing him to fall. (End of Chapter)