I have ten trillion licking dog gold

That was indeed ill-considered.

The suspended hotel in the Oriental Pearl Tower is of a good standard, but it is not suitable for older people.

After the two men in suits returned empty-handed, Wu Sheng took his parents' suitcases down.

PARKING LOT.

Before he could even put his luggage in the trunk, a stranger appeared out of nowhere and tried to take the suitcase from him.

Martial Saint glanced at Jiang Chen subconsciously, and finding that the other party had no reaction, he handed over the suitcase.

After watching the stranger get into a car with his suitcase, Wu Sheng quickly looked away without any surprise.

His brother and his sister had a love affair that was evenly matched...

Who doesn't have followers and entourage?

Is the claim that "the sun rises in the east and I am invincible" just nonsense?
"Mom, get in the car."

As he helped his mother open the car door, Wu Sheng lowered his voice and quietly asked while the two elders got in, "Brother, should we call Sister Liuli over?"

"in case."

The four-word admonition was concise and to the point.

The number of soldiers is useless; they're all cannon fodder. Since he hasn't practiced the Sunflower Manual, the only person he can think of to stop his older sister is that seemingly insignificant but actually powerful figure at home who even tries to steal his snacks.

The Martial Saint's suggestion was very constructive.

Inviting the Taoist nun over was meant to be a protective charm, but after glancing at the Wu couple sitting in the back, Jiang Chen simply said, "Get in the car."

The Martial Saint then sat in the passenger seat.

Mr. Jiang drove away from the Oriental Pearl Tower himself.

The Wu couple genuinely wanted to stay; they didn't struggle at all, at most they were just worried about the person who "kidnapped" them.

"Xiao Jiang, I think I should call Hong Hong."

Lan's mother was truly understanding and wanted to mediate the conflict between the two children, fearing it would escalate. Unlike Wu Guangjiang, who was comfortably reclining in his chair, he seemed completely unconcerned about anyone's life or death.

"Auntie, there's something I want to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

On the busy road, the Maybach drove smoothly, indicating that the driver's heart rate was normal and did not fluctuate significantly.

“Go ahead and tell me. What’s wrong with talking about this?”

Then, sure enough, someone spoke up.

“Peizhi’s current temper is a result of being spoiled. It’s one thing for outsiders to be afraid of her, but you, as her closest relatives, shouldn’t be so subservient to her. What kind of parents are afraid of their children?”

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The sound wasn't loud, but landing in the soundproofed car, it sounded like a torpedo, making the ears of the other three people inside the car ring.

The child does not teach, the father too.

There is nothing wrong with this.

However, one cannot generalize about everything; each situation must be analyzed specifically.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wu Guangjiang was the first to lose his composure, feeling astonished, angry, and at the same time, a sense of unspeakable frustration.

"So you're blaming us? Good heavens, you really don't know how to talk when you're not the one suffering. We spoil her? Can we say a harsh word to her? If we do, she'll disown us as her parents!"

"Uncle, I think Peizhi wouldn't disown Aunt."

Wu Guangjiang choked, his forehead turned dark, and his chest felt tight. He wanted to shout at him, but he was speechless, so he turned his head away.

"Did you hear that? They're teasing you. They're saying you, as a mother, haven't fulfilled your responsibility in raising your child."

Lan's mother smiled bitterly, her words clear and insightful, and said helplessly and incisively, "Xiao Jiang, if you place your hopes on us, it will definitely be in vain."

The martial arts master sitting in the front nodded in deep agreement and chimed in, "Brother, you can only rely on yourself. Not all products come with after-sales service."

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The last sentence amused everyone, even Wu Guangjiang couldn't help but laugh. He naturally picked up on his son's wit, sitting up straight, "That's right! I didn't force you. It's your own choice, you have to bear the consequences. Just like Huang Lao Er from our village, he couldn't stand the heat this year, so he finally decided to buy an air conditioner. It was supposed to be under warranty for two years, but damn it, it broke down in less than two months. What can you do? He just had to accept his bad luck."

"Since it's under warranty, why not hold the manufacturer responsible?"

"I did look for it. It costs over two thousand yuan a unit, how could I not look for it? But what's the use? They offer a warranty, but it's the outdoor unit that's broken. Their warranty statement says that the outdoor unit is a free gift and not covered by the warranty."

"Isn't that incredibly immoral? Aren't they afraid their sons will be born without an anus?"

Of course, Huang Lao Er Wu Sheng knew him. He had a tough life. He finally found a wife when he was forty. After dating for two or three years, she said she was going out to work, leaving their six-month-old son at home. Huang Lao Er had to be both father and mother to her. He really thought his wife was going out to earn money to improve the family's situation. As expected, that was the end of the story.

After leaving, they changed their contact information and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the father and son to depend on each other for survival.

That's fine.

With the help of the village, life was still manageable. But misfortune never comes singly. When the child was six years old, he had a high fever and for some reason, he developed brain problems. Everything else was normal, but his intelligence was forever stuck at the level of a six or seven-year-old. So, when he grew up, he became the "village guardian." Unless his father took him to work in the fields, he would wander around the village, smiling at everyone he met.

The Martial Saint, leading his dog, ran rampant in the village, and no one dared to provoke him. Yet, he never bullied the fool who, according to seniority, should be called his uncle.

Even in many situations.

He would also talk to the other person.

Of course.

He said the other person would just smile foolishly.

"Who says it isn't?"

Wu Guangjiang slapped his thigh, still indignant even though he wasn't the one who suffered the loss.

"Such a big company, is it really that short of money? They'll stop at nothing to rip off ordinary people. Damn it, the air conditioner outdoor unit is a free gift? I've never heard of that before. Buying a car and only getting the frame, not the wheels, how can the car even run?"

Even Lan's mother kept sighing and shaking her head.

Wu Guangjiang continued, spitting as he spoke.

"These unscrupulous merchants have put all their energy into how to cheat and swindle. When Huang Lao Er confronted them, they said he didn't read the disclaimer. Damn it, there are so many clauses, and the handwriting is like tadpoles. Let alone Huang Lao Er being a farmer, how many people can understand it?"

"So what happened after that?"
The Martial Saint asked.

"What else can we do? When you encounter such a beast, you can only accept your fate."

“An air conditioner is no small sum for Huang Lao Er,” Wu Sheng said.

"That's not true."

Wu Guangjiang said, "If it weren't for his stupid son, he would never have been willing to give him up in this lifetime. With his small plot of land, how much money can he earn in a year? If it weren't for helping the villagers and earning some extra money, that stupid son would never have grown up."

Who says that bad people come from poor and remote areas?

Although he kept calling him an idiot, Jiang Chen could sense a deep empathy in his voice.

The father and daughter do look somewhat alike.

They're all stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

"To prevent Huang Lao Er from doing anything rash, the village committee discussed it and decided to give him an air conditioner."

"Could it be that brand again?"

The Martial Saint mocked.

Wu Guangjiang laughed, "I heard that boss is also from the countryside. He's really a disgrace to rural people. If someone like that were from our village, no matter how rich he is, he'd be disgraced!"

"From now on, you can buy appliances from Suda. Suda's directly operated stores. No matter how small the print is, or what kind of tricks they have, if there is a problem with the product quality, the manufacturer will not be responsible, but Suda will take the fall."

What defines a great entrepreneur?

Advertising is really seizing every opportunity.

"Ha, all crows are black, what's the use of saying you're responsible?"

Wu Guangjiang disagreed.

“I own shares in Suda.” Mr. Jiang said modestly, ignoring the surprised couple, and continued driving, “Uncle, you can promote Suda in the village. Suda attaches great importance to the lower-tier market, especially the vast rural areas. We not only offer worry-free after-sales service, but also door-to-door delivery.”

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There was silence in the car.

The Martial Saint's lips twitched; he wanted to laugh but dared not. However, Laozi Wu Guangjiang spoke what he wanted to say.

"You are a talent."

Wu Guangjiang put aside past grievances and gave a factual assessment: "It would be an injustice if someone like you didn't get rich."

Lan's mother neither spoke nor nodded, but she deeply agreed.

Comrade Jiang Chen, without any airs or arrogance, said, “Every industry has its bad apples. Uncle shouldn’t generalize just because he encountered one unscrupulous businessman. Some people play mind games with the people, while others are truly connected to them.”

Wu Guangjiang's lips twitched as he looked at the guy in the rearview mirror, unsure of what to say, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Where are you taking us?

He looked out the window, and judging from his tone, yesterday's unpleasantness was probably over.

"Since your uncle and aunt have come all this way, you should bring them back some gifts."

"No need to spend any money..."

Lan's mother immediately spoke up.

Jiang Chen looked straight ahead, calm and unhurried. "I know your aunt and uncle probably don't care, but when we get back to the village, everyone will definitely ask..."

Wu Guangjiang remained silent, but his eyebrows unconsciously twitched.
That person's words were like precision-guided strikes, hitting him right where it hurt.

What does he care about most?
face!

My daughter may be so successful and glamorous outside, but when she comes back from a trip, she comes back empty-handed.

—I can't save face.

"This is also for Peizhi's sake. If her uncle and aunt are proud, then she will be too."

Upon hearing this, Lan's mother hesitated, finding it difficult to refuse.

"Brother, you've thought of everything so thoroughly!"

The Martial Saint cheered, "Who would dare to accuse my sister of being unfilial?"

Wu Guangjiang fell completely silent, feeling a terrible unease, as if he were being torn apart and was in great pain.

half an hour.

International Exhibition Center.

The Maybach stopped.

"Tiangong Exhibition?"

The Martial Saint gazed curiously out the window.

"Xiao Jiang, what's this for?"

The grand decorations outside made Lan's mother feel a little reserved even before she got out of the car.

“It’s an exhibition where sculptors from all over the country bring their designs for judging, including jade, jewelry, gold and the like… It’s really no different from a gold and silver jewelry store, except that the items here might be a bit more expensive.”

The Martial Saint understood.

"So, ordinary people go to gold shops to buy jewelry, while rich people come here?"

Jiang Chen nodded and turned off the engine. "Uncle and Aunt, let's go inside and take a look."

Anyone who has bought gold and silver jewelry knows that, in addition to the material itself, the craftsmanship is also an important factor in determining the price.

In ordinary jewelry stores, the craftsmanship fee is not much. For example, the craftsmanship fee for gold will generally not exceed the price of the gold itself. 10% is already quite remarkable. For example, for a necklace worth 10,000 yuan, the craftsmanship fee will account for 1,800 yuan. However, at this annual Tiangong Exhibition, the concept is completely different.

Tiangong Exhibition.

You can tell just from the name.

Exquisite craftsmanship.

No matter how much the price of gold rises, without artistic processing, its value is only that of electrical wires in the homes of the wealthy.

What's truly valuable is always boundless imagination and the skill to turn the mundane into the extraordinary.

Upon entering the venue, Wu Guangjiang's eyes seemed to be pried open as wide as possible with toothpicks.

The exhibits here went beyond his understanding of jewelry.

"I go!"

There were exclamations.

"What's that? A radish?"

That's right.

Not just the Martial Saint.

He saw it too.

A real radish!

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover the clues.

Why would someone put a radish in a place like this? That's not sophisticated taste; it's just a joke on the wealthy patrons who come to the exhibition.

Whether the investors will find it funny remains to be seen.

"Is this carved from jade?"

Lan's mother hesitated, not daring to get too close. She kept a distance of two steps, cautiously observing the "green radish" in the glass display case.

"Auntie has a good eye. This should be carved from Xiuyan jade, with oil applied and the bottom polished."

"Wow, these people have amazing imaginations."

Even after seeing his older sister's private museum, Wu Sheng was still amazed.

"Do all rich people play like this?"

Wu Guangjiang glanced at the information board next to him, "Why aren't there any prices listed?"

"Craftsmanship is priceless. If you see a piece here that you like, you can contact the artist directly. If the price is right, you can take it home."

"It's pretty well made, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. But it still can't compare to a real radish. How about this, I'll trade two real radishes for this one, can you help me get in touch with him?"

Mr. Jiang remained calm and composed, his serene expression like a gentle breeze. "Does Uncle really like this work?"

"Don't listen to him."

Lan's mother quickly pulled her husband away.

"Tsk tsk, Martial Saint, come and take a look at this!"

Not far along, Wu Guangjiang stopped again. The display case that caught his eye was filled with a black statue of Guan Yu, sword in hand, riding a horse, with a battle flag fluttering behind him. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade and the golden dragon on the base were of the same color, fiery and dazzling, exuding a majestic aura.

The world's disparities and class differences are vividly presented to the Wu couple through each piece of handicraft, piercing through the clear glass.

Just like radishes, they think of them as growing in the ground and being eaten.

For example, a shrine to Guan Yu would cost at most a hundred or so yuan.

"how much is this?"

Wu Guangjiang turned his head and asked someone, seemingly genuinely somewhat tempted.

“Wu Guangjiang, you don’t even know how much this thing is worth, which proves that it’s not suitable for you.”

The Martial Saint knew why the other party was interested in this Golden Dragon Guan Gong, so he spoke up decisively.

He didn't even want that belt.

"Hurry, there's still so much good stuff." (End of Chapter)