I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Where is this?"

After singing a poignant and romantic aria, Wu Guangjiang, suddenly seized by a sudden impulse, did not reunite with his son and Jiang Chen, but was instead taken to another room.

Ok.

To be led.

"This is my boudoir."

The girl who sang "The Fairy Couple" with him laughed like a nightingale. Unknowingly, she walked to the front, turned around and smiled as her skirt fluttered, her oval face as beautiful as a dream.

As a rural person, Wu Guangjiang may not know if he has ever had his feet washed, but the masseuses he has encountered are definitely not comparable to this girl.

"No wonder it smells so good."

Wu Guangjiang instinctively sniffed, and whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the environment, he suddenly felt even more dizzy.

This room follows the unified style of Qinyuan, which is retro and elegant. The lighting is carefully designed, as if it is shrouded in a layer of mist. In addition, many gauze threads are hung from the beams, making it even more hazy. Being in it, one cannot distinguish between reality and dreams.

Don't even say it.

It really does have a bit of the Spider Cave vibe.

If it were Marshal Tianpeng, he would definitely be completely bewitched, playing hide-and-seek with the fairy sister with his arms outstretched.

"Young master, come and arrest me!"

Qinyuan's ability to become a money pit in the East China Sea and even the entire Yangtze River Delta is certainly not due to its hardware facilities alone.

There are many similar venues across the country, but where can a courtesan sell her for tens of millions of dollars?

This girl, who could effortlessly handle the role of the fairy maiden, not only possessed profound artistic talent but also had an outstanding service attitude. After all, no matter how much Wu Guangjiang fussed over himself before setting off today, it was still obvious that he was over fifty.

Calling a man over fifty years old "Young Master" takes real dedication.

Some of the thin gauze hanging from the beams even reached his shoulders. Dizzy and disoriented, Wu Guangjiang didn't play Zhu Bajie (or perhaps his zodiac sign wasn't pig). He stood still and chuckled in a daze, "Girl, I can sing opera, but I can't compare to young men in their twenties."

"Why do you say that about yourself, young master? I don't think you're old at all."

The woman, who looked like one of the Seven Fairies descending to earth, covered her face with her sleeve and stood seven or eight steps away. Through the layers of gauze, her eyes seemed to speak volumes.

"Hehe, that's a bit dishonest of you. I should be older than your dad."

Wu Guangjiang didn't rush to attack the person, but instead groped his way to a chair and slowly sat down.

"Come on, let's chat for a bit."

Light footsteps sounded, and the oval-faced girl pushed aside layers of gauze and walked gracefully. She wore a long, soft, crimson gauze dress, embroidered with intertwined crabapple branches, with dark red silk threads outlining the flower stamens. A gold and beaded sash was tied around her waist, accentuating her slender waist. As she turned, the hem of her dress opened up, revealing a layer of silver gauze underneath, like the fluttering shadow of butterfly wings, captivating and alluring.

Let's talk about clothes.

A young man in his twenties definitely couldn't handle it.

"What would you like to talk about, young master?"

When she sat down, she lowered her eyes, looking shy and timid, her long sleeves still covering her face, which was truly irresistible.

Sometimes, making mistakes isn't necessarily a man's fault.

"How old are you."

Wu Guangjiang remained calm, perhaps because he had been drinking, which dulled his senses and made him less responsive to external stimuli.

"eighteen."

"lie."

Wu Guangjiang, looking like he knew everything, said, "You're at least twenty-two. Lying isn't a good habit."

"Young master has excellent eyesight; I am indeed twenty-two this year."

Singing is just a side job.

Interpersonal skills are the primary responsibility.

Without a doubt, if Wu Guangjiang said twenty-three, then she must be twenty-three years old.

"Where are you from?"

"Bashu".

Wu Guangjiang was taken aback. "You're from Sichuan?"

The woman raised her eyes, her gaze shifting, "Could it be that you, young master, are also..."

"Don't be so sure," Wu Guangjiang slapped his thigh. "What a coincidence, I'm also from Sichuan."

"It seems that I and you are truly destined to be together."

Wu Guangjiang had probably already forgotten about the two juniors who were still waiting for him in the room. He pressed his thighs, looked them up and down, and then sighed slightly.

"You're so beautiful and can sing, why would you work in a place like this?"

"..."

So classic.

So much so that people glanced at him extra, which was an unnecessary action that shouldn't have happened.

Then the girl lowered her eyes again. Although she didn't say anything, a sense of sorrow arose and spread throughout the room.

"Young master, you may not know this, but my family has had a difficult history. If I had a choice, I would also want to live an upright life."

"Girl, don't say that. You're not doing anything wrong. You're making a living through your own abilities."

Wu Guangjiang was comforted, and his eyes were quite sincere, as if they came from the bottom of his heart.

"Young master, please don't joke. You must look down on me."

Logically speaking, at this moment, anyone with a little understanding of romance would have taken the other person's hand and warmed their sorrowful heart, but Wu Guangjiang only slapped his thigh.

"Girl, don't overthink it. What right do I, an old man, have to look down on you? If my son-in-law hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't even have the chance to see you."

"...Son-in-law?"

Wu Guangjiang nodded, "You think I'm lying to you? We Sichuanese don't lie. I'm almost sixty, and my daughter is older than you."

The woman, beautiful and talented, remained silent.

It seems Wu Guangjiang still remembers that someone is waiting for him.

"Oh right, they're still waiting for me. I have to go back."

"Young master...won't you stay a little longer?"

When a woman tries to persuade someone to stay, even a fool can understand the unspoken meaning behind her words.

Wu Guangjiang waved his hand.

“Once you’ve made enough money, try a different business. Things are much better now than they were back then. Nobody starves. As long as you have hands and feet, you can definitely support yourself and make your parents feel less guilty.”

Wu Guangjiang stood up.

The woman looked up and stared at him blankly. This time, it wasn't a matter of professional conduct, but a genuine outpouring of emotion; she was truly lost in thought.

Just as he was about to leave, Wu Guangjiang seemed to remember something, reached into his pocket, and took out his wallet once again.

However, this time they learned their lesson and didn't mention swiping the card.

"This is all the money I have, please don't mind it."

He didn't know the prices here, so he took out all the cash in his wallet, about one or two thousand, and put it on the table.

The woman's lips moved, but she didn't speak.

"Be alright."

Wu Guangjiang put his wallet back into his pocket, waved his hand, and slowly walked out, swaying unsteadily.

"Squeak-"

The woman didn't make a sound until Wu Guangjiang left. Her gaze fell on the insignificant stack of cash on the table. Her lips trembled, as if she were smiling, but not quite.

Regardless of whether it's out of professional ethics or not.

At least everyone working here has one thing in common.

The family of origin must not have been very happy.

That's definitely true.

Without touching the money on the table, the woman turned her head and looked towards a beam in a certain direction, where a faint light seemed to emanate from.

"Brother, you can't blame me, can you? You really can't trust Wu Guangjiang!"

In a private room on the second floor.

The Martial Saint was also slapping his thigh.

Mr. Jiang stopped waving his folding fan and cracking peanuts. His drunkenness subsided a bit, and he took a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

Singing a little tune when the mood strikes is no big deal.

But the problem is.

After he finished singing, Wu Guangjiang did not return.

exactly.

—It's gone.

As the planner, Jiang Chen, who brought the young and old here to cultivate their minds, was sweating profusely.

There's definitely no need to worry about safety.

He even preferred that Wu Guangjiang had been kidnapped.

Otherwise, if they deliberately got lost, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't worry. They've already gone to look for it."

This wasn't to comfort the Martial Saint, but to comfort himself.

Even though such things are not uncommon—there have been cases of sons-in-law and fathers-in-law being arrested together and receiving ten days of detention—Jiang Chen still has a moral bottom line.

He brought Wu Guangjiang, the Martial Saint, here simply to help the father and son relax, broaden their horizons, and make their trip to the East China Sea worthwhile. That's all.

But he ignored human nature.

"I knew it……"

Having sensed something was wrong, Wu Sheng was extremely anxious. Wu Guangjiang had been "lost" for about 10 or 20 minutes, which wasn't a long time, but enough for many things to happen.

As a son, he couldn't care less about anger; he was filled with fear. Although he didn't advocate for coming here, there's a legal concept called "accomplice," meaning anyone present would bear joint responsibility!
"Brother, why don't I go first, and you stay here and wait... to find Wu Guangjiang?"

This kid is trying to desert his post!

Jiang Chen, who was also somewhat at a loss, naturally wouldn't let him leave. Legally, there is the concept of an accomplice, but there is also the principle of "the law does not punish the masses."

If something really goes wrong, it's definitely better for two people to handle it than for one person to handle it alone.

"We must have faith in our uncle."

Jiang Chen pressed down on his shoulder, forcing the Martial Saint to remain seated on the stool, unable to move.

"Uncle is so old, he won't be confused."

"Brother, men make mistakes on these kinds of issues!"

The Martial Saint was heartbroken and determined to shatter the other party's illusions. "I know you didn't mean it; you meant well. But no matter what I think, it's no use. No matter what, my sister will always be his daughter. A daughter can't possibly do anything to her father, but how she'll deal with us is another story!"

The more the Martial Saint talked, the more he wanted to run away, but every time he tried, a strong hand on his shoulder pressed him back down.

"I believe in my uncle."

Jiang Chen said firmly.

Food color also.

This is true.

But there's another saying: "Lust is a knife above one's head."

Wu Guangjiang was a countryman who hadn't received much formal education, but he had lived most of his life and was now in his fifties.

What occasion is it today?

He didn't come alone.

From the perspective of a completely objective stranger, Jiang Chen also couldn't believe that the other party would be so ignorant.

Desperate to escape but unable to, the Martial Saint racked his brains, sweat beading on his forehead. In a moment of inspiration, he exclaimed, "There's another way!"

He seemed not to have heard what Jiang Chen was saying at all.

Or they have absolutely no trust in their own father.

"any solution?"

"Turn yourself in."

Wu Sheng said urgently, "We'll take the initiative to confess to my sister, state the facts, and put all the blame on Wu Guangjiang..."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth.

"elder brother!"

The Martial Saint said in a deep voice, "Only in this way can we have a glimmer of hope!"

No wonder he reacted so strongly.

Jiang Chen could completely understand.

if.

This is just a hypothetical situation.

If Wu Guangjiang betrays his trust and makes a mistake that any man would make, I'm not kidding, the consequences will be far more serious than any of the previous conflicts.

"Your sister doesn't have superhuman eyesight or hearing, nor is she a god; she might not know..."

Look.

They were still clinging to a sliver of hope.

"elder brother!"

The Martial Saint cried out again, "We can't afford to gamble. If we turn ourselves in, we can still try to get lenient treatment, but if we try to cover it up and my sister finds out, we're really doomed!"

"Squeak."

The door opens.

"Thank you."

Following the sound, Wu Guangjiang's men also came in, presumably speaking to the staff who were leading the way.

The two people inside, who were discussing reporting the crime, turned their heads at the same time.

The door closed again.

Upon seeing this guy return, the Martial Saint instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained grim, and the gloom in his heart did not dissipate in the slightest.

The person has returned.

However, this does not mean that the crime did not exist.

"Wu Guangjiang, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

He stood up angrily, and this time there was no resistance. He raised his hand and pointed angrily at his father.

Wu Guangjiang was baffled, looking around, "Ghost? Where's the ghost?"

"You're inhuman! My brother brought you here out of kindness, and you're trying to kill us!"

Feeling dizzy, Wu Guangjiang frowned. This time he heard clearly and staggered closer.

"what do you mean?"

"Trying to play dumb, huh? I'll tell my sister right now, you're trying to harm us, no way!"

Jiang Chen stood up, pressed down on his shoulder, and then looked at Wu Guangjiang, who had been missing for more than twenty minutes.

"Uncle, where have you been?"

"Holy crap... what was that girl's name again?"

Wu Guangjiang then realized that he didn't even know the girl's name. "Did you see the girl who sang with me just now?"

"Encountered on the road?"

Jiang Chen said.

Wu Guangjiang was surprised and nodded appreciatively, "I didn't expect you to know that."

"Wu Guangjiang, don't you know how old you are? You could be someone's father!"

"Artistic exchange doesn't care about age."

Wu Guangjiang chuckled and leisurely sat down, leaning on the table without the slightest bit of shame.

The Martial Saint blushed, unsure whether it was from anxiety or shame, and pointed at his father, unable to utter a word for a moment.

"Did your uncle go to someone's room to exchange ideas about art?"

It was Boss Jiang who remained calm and focused on the key issues.

"Yes, I went..."

Wu Guangjiang picked up the teacup and nodded subconsciously, then his reaction was off. He glanced at Jiang Chen, and most importantly, at his son whose face was turning red and blue.

What are you thinking?

He laughed, brushed the lid off his face, and said casually, "I just chatted with her for a few minutes."

Shameless!
How shameless!
The Martial Saint's face flushed red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground. His arms trembled as he cried out, "Wu Guangjiang, I want to sever my father-son relationship with you!"

"Stinky boy!"

Wu Guangjiang finally straightened his face, his eyes showing displeasure, and his teacup hovered in the air. "What kind of person do you think your father is?"

Do I need to think about it?

"boom!"

Wu Guangjiang, unusually assertive, slammed his hand on the table while holding a teacup in one hand.

"Fine! Since you miss me so much, what's the point of saying anything more? There's no need to say anything more. We're no longer father and son. From today onwards, don't call me 'Dad' anymore!"

Although it was inappropriate, Jiang Chen, as the third party, couldn't help but laugh.

The way he talks... makes it sound like he's called someone "father."

"It's settled!"

The Martial Saint slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang.

They don't look like father and son at all.

They're like two sulking kids.

"What are you doing? Trying to smash up the shop?!"

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Seeing his mother rush in, the furious Martial Saint's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils dilated slightly, as if he had a premonition of something incredibly terrifying about to happen.

Based on metaphysics.

If you suddenly feel tense or uneasy for no apparent reason, don't hesitate to escape your current environment.

As the second figure stepped across the threshold and entered the Martial Saint's peripheral vision, the Martial Saint, who had long wanted to run away, froze in place, his heart finally at ease.

He won't live to be fifteen.

He won't live to see it—(End of Chapter)