I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"I think I'd better not go up."

At the Oriental Pearl Tower, Jiang Chen, who had been chatting and laughing all the way, became somewhat "melancholy".

"what happened?"

The martial arts master, who had already gotten out of the car, was puzzled, but then quickly realized what was happening and began to wink and smile.

"Brother, don't worry about it. Wu Guangjiang should be grateful to you. If you hadn't taken us to Qinyuan, where would he have had the chance to show off his integrity and greatness? Needless to say, he was probably showing off to my mother last night."

"but."

Wu Sheng sighed, "My sister is really ruthless. She dares to play this kind of game. If Wu Guangjiang hadn't held on, our family would have fallen apart."

Jiang Chen almost laughed; this kid was well aware of how dangerous last night had been.

He held the steering wheel.

"So I almost became a sinner for all time."

"You and my sister kissed, brother, don't even think about shirking responsibility."

The Martial Saint grabbed the car door, as if he had finally found a sucker and was afraid that he would run away.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to turn off the engine and get out of the car, demonstrating a masterful mastery of the art of feigning retreat.

"boom."

The Martial Saint closed the door with satisfaction.

Inside the elevator, which was ascending vertically, Wu Sheng pondered, "Brother, do you think Wu Guangjiang did it on purpose? Did he know it was a trap, so he played along?"

Do you think your dad has that kind of ability?

The Martial Saint was speechless.

Also.

If Wu Guangjiang were so capable and had such terrifying insight, his family wouldn't be in such a state, and his older sister wouldn't have had to leave her hometown to work hard on her own.

What is the underlying reason for the "outward harmony but inner discord" within their family?
Besides the traditional preference for sons over daughters in rural areas.

more important.

It's still that same word that has remained unchanged since ancient times.

poor.

The Martial Saint gazed at the misty scenery outside the sightseeing elevator and smiled with a complex expression.

"I used to think that Wu Guangjiang was lazy, only knew how to brag and talk big, and was completely useless. But now I find that he's not so bad after all."

"If your dad were really like what you say, would your mom have fallen for him?"

"That's different."

The Martial Saint shook his head. "Their era was different from now. Travel was slow, letters took a long time to arrive, and people could live their whole lives in a small area, surrounded by only a few people. Besides, brother, you've never lived in the countryside. Women in the countryside have very low expectations. They're probably very satisfied if they can avoid being beaten."

Jiang Chen suspected that this kid was making veiled accusations again, but he had no evidence.

Has your dad ever hit your mom?

"without!"

The Martial Saint shook his head vigorously, "If he dares to touch a single hair on my mother's head, I'll fight him to the death!"

"So whose genes did your sister inherit?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Sheng burst into laughter and nudged Jiang Chen's arm. "Brother, if you think about it this way, why doesn't my sister attack others?"

Jiang Chen immediately glanced at him.

Has your sister stopped using her hands?

Is his illustrious reputation built on doing good deeds?

Of course.

He must be the first person to have fought against the Blood Guanyin so many times without losing any limbs and still be alive and kicking.

"That's true, if you say so."

With Ah Q in his mind, Jiang Chen nodded in agreement, deceiving himself.

Martial Saint tried hard to suppress the uncontrollable upward curve of his lips. "Brother, you're a capable man, dealing with women is your forte. I believe that one day you'll definitely be able to win my sister over. Brother, since I met you, my sister has changed a lot, really, I can feel it. She's warm again."

"Without body temperature, that's not human, that's a demon or monster."

The Martial Saint chuckled, "I'm being serious. When she occasionally went back before, the way she looked at me was like looking at an object, no different from how she looked at Gou Dan."

Who is Gou Dan?

"My dog!"

Jiang Chen remembered the Tibetan Mastiff and couldn't help but chuckle.

I've seen people compare dogs to people, but this is the first time I've seen someone compare themselves to a dog.

but.

Very vivid and descriptive.

"Don't you also look at your dad differently now? Life is a process of constantly breaking down your own values ​​and then rebuilding them."

"Brother, we've reached a higher altitude."

It is indeed very high.

The elevator has already reached 200 meters.

"Don't demonize your sister."

How did Mr. Jiang manage to win over a woman of such high status?
Do we rely on gold coins?

That's part of the reason.

But his broad-mindedness, which he achieved through self-cultivation, also played a significant role.

Last night, he even broke the belt while whipping the other person, but then he surprisingly put aside past grievances and helped resolve the other person's family problems.

"Your sister is just more passionate and decisive in love and hate than most people."

If Lan Peizhi were here, I wonder what he would think upon hearing this seemingly simple and straightforward interpretation.

The Martial Saint was lost in thought; the more he pondered it, the more he found it fascinating.

"Brother, there shouldn't be any woman in this world you can't win over, right?"

This is absolutely the highest praise a man can give another man.

"If I were a woman, I would definitely give myself to you."

"There's still time. I'll go find your brother Peng and get the Sunflower Manual back."

The Martial Saint immediately raised his middle finger, "Damn! Bro, aren't you a bit of a pervert? Are you twin sisters?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

This kid's claim that his sister is cold and heartless is absolutely unfair. If it were me, I can guarantee that this kid would have had a childhood filled with screams and howls.

"Ding--"

Before the other party could even knock him on the head, the elevator doors opened at a height of over two hundred meters, and Wu Sheng took off running, disappearing in a flash.

Jiang Chen didn't chase after him. Instead, a smile appeared on his face, and he walked out of the elevator unhurriedly.

The spirit of youth is a non-renewable resource.

Without looking back, Wu Sheng ran incredibly fast. There were only a few suites, so there was no need to deliberately memorize the locations. He made a graceful side slide stop at the door of his parents' room, then stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

It was Lan's mother who opened the door.

"Didn't I tell you you didn't need to come so early?"

For some reason, Lan's mother seemed to be forcing a smile, but Wu Sheng didn't notice and peered inside.

"Is Wu Guangjiang still asleep?"

"You brat, how long have you been in the city? Have you forgotten that your father always gets up at the crack of dawn?"

Wu Guangjiang's voice came from behind Lan's mother.

This is true.

Unless he was drunk the night before, Wu Guangjiang did get up very early in his hometown, almost as soon as it was dawn. He neither farmed nor planted trees, so Wu Sheng really didn't understand.

The Martial Saint went inside and noticed the luggage being packed, which puzzled him.

"What are you doing?"

"We've eaten, shopped, and drunk, and we've stayed in a hotel of this caliber. It's time to head home."

Wu Guangjiang chuckled.

"no……"

The Martial Saint hesitated, knowing that his parents couldn't stay for long, but was their time together really going to be so short?

When he lived in the village, he didn't realize it and even longed for his own freedom. But now he understands that life is like a track and field event. He will eventually run faster and faster, while his parents will gradually run out of energy, and the gap between them will widen and grow further and further apart.

Suddenly.

The Martial Saint fondly recalled the days when he would lie on the edge of a field, a blade of grass in his mouth, legs crossed, with Gou Dan lying beside him, basking in the sun.

"Study hard, you hear? Put in the effort, and let our Wu family produce a college student too!"

Wu Guangjiang instructed him to continue packing his luggage, but there wasn't much to pack, just a few clothes.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Boss Jiang, who had been hanging behind, finally walked in at this moment.

Lan's mother was both surprised and embarrassed. "Xiao Jiang, I kept you up all day yesterday, and you still..."

"You brat, you've come at the perfect time." Wu Guangjiang snorted coldly, glancing sideways at him. "I thought you were quite reliable, impeccable in every way. I never expected you to be so wicked, scheming against an old comrade like me."

"Don't talk nonsense. It has nothing to do with Xiao Jiang."

Lan's mother tugged at his arm.

"Wu Guangjiang, do you know that you are repaying kindness with ingratitude? Do you know what Brother Jiang Chen has endured for us?"

"Alright, we've caused you trouble. Ju, did you hear that? Hurry up and pack your things and leave."

Lan's mother squatted down and closed the suitcase.

"Mom, do we really have to leave today?"

The Martial Saint was reluctant to part with it.

Lan's mother stood the suitcase upright, smiled kindly, and said, "I'll come see you again next time."

next time.

It's easy to say.

But what year and month exactly?

"Gentlemen, stop being so dramatic. Just pretend your mother and I were never here."

Wu Guangjiang is very carefree.

"Are you two ready? If so, we can set off."

Two fit men in suits walked in.

"Let's go!"

Wu Guangjiang nodded, and then instructed, "Take the box."

One of them obediently came over to carry the luggage.

"Wait a moment!"

The Martial Saint shouted, frowning slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"

“They were sent by your sister to deliver us.”

Lan's mother forced a smile.

Wu Guangjiang snorted and deliberately said to Jiang Chen, "No need to trouble yourself."

"Did my sister tell you to leave?"

"Don't say that."

Lan's mother immediately said, "We're actually not used to staying here. It's too high up here, and we don't feel as comfortable sleeping in our beds as we do at home..."

Halfway through her sentence, Lan's mother realized her mistake and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Xiao Jiang... I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that we're used to living a hard life, and suddenly living in such a luxurious place is a bit much for us..."

Upon hearing that it was Lan Peizhi's arrangement, Wu Sheng clenched his hands, wanting to say something, but then the words caught in his throat.

Having finally made the trip, how could parents not want to spend more time with their children?

Obvious.

The reason for leaving today is not due to the Wu couple's own volition.

The head of this family may seem to be Wu Guangjiang, but in reality, the woman is the one who has the final say.

"It's time to go."

The man in the suit glanced at his watch and reminded him.

If we had arrived any later, wouldn't we have missed seeing him one last time and sent him away quietly?
Jiang Chen glanced at the Martial Saint, who was pursing his lips and remaining silent.

"Put your things down first."

He spoke.

The two men in suits focused their attention on him simultaneously, but neither responded.

"I said, put the things down."

Jiang Chen spoke again, expressionless, staring at the suit-clad thug carrying the suitcase.

The other person frowned, suddenly feeling the air pressure increase and the weight of the suitcase in their hands increase.

He tightened his grip, but still ignored him.

"Xiao Jiang, don't make things difficult for them."

Lan's mother quickly said, "Thank you so much. Your father and I welcome you to visit us anytime."

"Hmph. Don't drag me into this."

Comrade Wu Guangjiang is extremely arrogant.

“Auntie, if you’re unhappy here and want to go back, I have nothing to say.”

Lan's mother turned her head away, avoiding Jiang Chen's gaze.

"Put your suitcases down, you can go back now."

"I'll say it again," Mr. Jiang said.

One or two is acceptable, but not three.

The two men in suits stopped ignoring her and said, "Miss Lan..."

"If there's any problem, let her come to me."

The Martial Saint was moved. He looked up at his brother with an upward gaze, as if he were looking at a towering giant.

The two men in suits remained motionless.

Lan's mother was at a loss.

"Do you need me to tell you my name?"

The two men in suits, who were definitely not gentlemen, locked eyes and exchanged glances in a flash.

"Clap."

The man carrying the suitcase bent down slightly and released it, the suitcase gently landing on the carpet.

"Mr. Jiang, I apologize for disturbing you."

Even if we don't mention that everyone in the world knows you, within certain circles, this person's face is still quite well-known.

The two well-dressed, muscular men ultimately couldn't withstand the pressure and left the suspended suite empty-handed.

"Holy crap……"

Although it's a bit crude, only this can express the feelings of the Martial Saint at this moment.

Those two are my older sister's subordinates.

In other words.

Jiang Chen's authority has just triumphed over his older sister!

that's true.

My older sister is not a woman who acts on emotions, and she is definitely not someone who is love-struck.

In my older sister's eyes, a pretty boy is only fit to be thrown into the Huangpu River to feed the fish.

Jiang Chen managed to steal his older sister's first kiss because of his good looks and his eloquence.

In this suite, the mother and Wu Guangjiang call each other "Little Jiang" repeatedly, but once they step outside, what should outsiders call Brother Jiang Chen?
"Wow, you're pretty cocky."

Wu Guangjiang spoke in a sarcastic tone, but the surprise flashing in his eyes was still undeniable.

He really hadn't expected those two guys to actually leave.

It has nothing to do with experience. If a boy who has just turned fifteen can understand this, how could he not understand it?
I'm quite impressed.

Don't let his timid and submissive demeanor in front of his daughter fool you; he's actually quite "spirited."

"Xiaojiang..."

Lan's mother's expression was complicated. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

They probably already had a disagreement last night, isn't this just adding fuel to the fire?

“Auntie, you are my guests, and it’s not up to her to decide whether to send you away.”

Upon hearing this, the Martial Saint shuddered, as if he were having a seizure, being electrocuted, or experiencing an epileptic seizure.

It is said that emperors and generals who have made their mark on history all possess unique personal charisma, but what exactly is personal charisma? Textbooks do not explain it, but now he has felt it.

The Martial Saint was filled with fervor and could not contain himself. He longed to raise his arms, rise up in rebellion, and join the uprising.

"Hey, watch your mouth. If you two argue about this, we won't get involved."

"It won't implicate your uncle."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed.

"The people I want to keep, no one can take with them. That's what I said."

Wu Guangjiang's eyes flickered as he looked at the other person, opened his mouth, and suddenly laughed.

what happened?

It seems like we've been set up again.

Why is he starting to admire this kid again?
Wu Guangjiang involuntarily straightened up and puffed out his chest.

It has nothing to do with father and daughter.

At this point, he was simply a man.

That made men proud. (End of Chapter)