I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Brother, what do you think of this?"

In the shop window, a piece of clear white jade stood upright, its color like mist or gauze. It was longer than the gold medal piece from the Tiangong Exhibition, but narrower in width.

"The carving is also quite good. It depicts the beautiful landscapes and figures of our country, and there is a poem on the back: 'Green mountains are a painting without ink for a thousand autumns, and green waters are a zither without strings for eternity.' It is very cultural."

The martial arts master stood very close because there was no one else around. "And the price is right. I just asked, it's 800,000."

The diversity of the world is microcosmized in the Tiangong Exhibition.

Eight hundred thousand is much more realistic than the quotes that are often in the hundreds of millions.

Ok.

The relationship between the Wu couple, and especially Lan's mother, seems somewhat unrealistic.

But that's just how people are.

After being treated to the Nine Carp Painting, the price of 800,000 is not so hard to accept.

"What does Auntie think?"

Mr. Jiang still respects his elders as much as ever.

"It's pretty good."

Lan's mother didn't want to refuse, she just didn't dare.

That's right.

dare not.

Eight hundred thousand is certainly frightening, but the problem is that if you don't take this one, the next one will probably only be more expensive.

"Brother, I think that's enough. There's no need to be too ostentatious. The Hetian jade isn't bad either."

No one, not being a professional, could tell what material it was by sight. The reason the martial arts master could point it out was because it was written on the information plaque next to him.

Actually, the Nine Carp painting we just saw should also have material markings, but because it won a gold medal and has many fans, people don't get to see it up close.

the most critical.

Aside from the title, the design concept, product description, and font size below are all ridiculously small.
Small details can be harmful!
If Mr. Jiang had known at the time that it was made from dragon stone, with his keen sense, he would have noticed something and become wary.

But it's useless to say anything now.

Time cannot be reversed.

"Then this is it."

Although the Nine Carp Painting served as a prelude, which helped him build some mental preparedness, Wu Guangjiang still felt uneasy when he saw Jiang Chen swipe his card on the spot.

It was only yesterday.

He bought his son a belt worth 30,000 yuan, as if that was something extraordinary, but it turns out he was completely narrow-minded.

He suddenly found it a little funny.

The villagers could toil their whole lives and still not earn as much as a single decorative item here.

This world is so damn absurd.

"You've already paid, can't you just take it with you?"

When asked to fill in their address information, Wu Guangjiang frowned.

"You can take it, but what if it gets bumped or damaged on the way? They deliver it right to your door, and you're still not happy about that?"

It got bumped or bruised.

The Martial Saint, who spoke without thinking, completely failed to notice the person's slightly somber expression.

"Okay. The service was quite attentive."

Wu Guangjiang immediately changed his attitude and went with Lan's mother to register the information.

It is no coincidence.

This world is just so absurd.

Many exhibits were ordered on the spot, just like ordinary people shopping at a farmers' market.

"Brother, don't feel guilty. If you really put hundreds of millions of dollars worth of stuff in my house, Wu Guangjiang and my mother will be unable to sleep."

The Martial Saint noticed that someone seemed rather downcast and assumed it was because the other person felt they had bought something too cheap, so he offered some comforting words.

"Whose painting is that Nine Carp? Brother, have you found out?"

It is impossible to buy.

But I need to find out what's going on, otherwise I might not be able to sleep lately.

Knowing too much is not good for you.

Mr. Jiang remained expressionless, seemingly rambling on, but was actually offering a well-intentioned reminder.

Sometimes, not knowing is the same as not having happened.
This is what is meant by "ignorance is bliss".

Yo ho!

The Martial Saint was greatly surprised.

He understood Jiang Chen's unspoken meaning.

Could it be that we've really hit a brick wall?

But he has Jiang Chen on his left and his older sister on his right. There probably aren't many guys as tough as him, right?
Things seem to be getting interesting.

The Martial Saint rubbed his hands together, even a little excited, "Yo-ho! Looks like I wasn't just showing off."

"Geddon!"

Boss Jiang immediately gave him a flick on the forehead, saying, "Speak Chinese."

Wu Sheng rubbed his head. Although he had seen the vastness of the sky and the thickness of the earth after leaving the countryside and coming to the East China Sea, his fearless nature remained unchanged. He asked with great interest, "Brother, tell me in detail, which road is it on the other side?"

"We're on the same path as you."

There isn't just one way to return to the Chunqiu Hua Mansion.

But the Martial Saint failed to understand, nor did he receive, the good intentions of someone who kept it a secret, and continued to press for answers.

"Brother, tell me, if I can't handle it, my sister will."

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated, but had nothing to say.

They are siblings.
One maternal sibling.

It's only natural for an older sister to help her younger brother resolve his problems.

However, the situation is already so absurd that it is absolutely unacceptable to involve Lan Peizhi further.

"I'll buy some gifts another day and apologize to your sister Yunxi."

"What?"

The Martial Saint was baffled. "Apologize to Yun Xi? For..."

Suddenly.

He had a sudden inspiration, his expression froze, and his mouth gradually opened wide.

"I go!"

"Brother, you're not saying that woman really is Sister Yunxi?!"

"Which woman?"

The Martial Saint quickly covered his mouth, indicating that he hadn't said anything, but he still couldn't suppress the surging emotions within him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He leaned against it three times in a row, realizing that things had gotten out of hand.

"Brother...this isn't..."

He didn't know what to say; he felt both incredulous and deeply wronged.

The woman on the phone was arrogant, sarcastic, mean, and malicious... In what way did she resemble Sister Yunxi?

"Don't you think it shouldn't be just one person?"

Boss Jiang seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, and Wu Sheng nodded hurriedly.

"That's because you've never been married. You'll find out how many faces women have later."

"Brother, you've never been married either."

"..."

Jiang Chen choked.

The Martial Saint was in a panic, pacing back and forth. "What should I do? Brother, haven't I offended Sister Yunxi to death? I didn't mean it..."

"What's the point of telling me all this?"

"You're the one who asked me to buy that Nine Carp Painting."

This kid is still so unreliable. He talks a good game, but he can't stand being tested. Whenever something happens, he immediately tries to shirk responsibility. Fortunately, someone is used to it.

"That 'womany' thing, I didn't teach you to say it, did I?"

The Martial Saint was speechless for a moment, grunting and stammering, unable to refute for a long time.

"Brother, that's not fair of you. You can't just sell me out like this, can you? I promised Wu Guangjiang I'd send him Sister Yunxi's autograph. Brother, you have to put in a good word for me..."

The Martial Saint grabbed Jiang Chen's arm, his face contorted in a mournful and pitiful state, making the already distraught Jiang Chen feel both amused and exasperated.

This kid.

I think too highly of him.

Let him speak well of you.

He was still hoping someone would put in a good word for him.

"It's alright." Jiang Chen sighed softly, not standing by indifferently, and comforted him, "I'll introduce you to more female celebrities another day."

"..."

The Martial Saint was overcome with grief, his expression sorrowful, speechless and choked with sobs.

Young man.

She was only fifteen years old.

I haven't experienced enough.

exactly.

Big deal.

He lost a "neighbor sister", but what about someone else?

He had just driven Lan Peizhi's men away in the morning, and this happened again in the afternoon. It was truly a double whammy. What could he do?
We still have to face it.

The Tiangong Exhibition hasn't ended yet, so the Nine Carp Painting won't be smashed anytime soon, so there's no need to rush.

That's life.

Just like the ever-flowing Huangpu River, it is bound to have its share of ups and downs.

Because Lan's mother was seasick, they found a quiet bar by the river, where they could enjoy a few drinks and admire the sunset, which was quite pleasant.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking so dejected?"

Wu Guangjiang glared at his son with displeasure, "Such a beautiful view, can't you be a little more energetic!"

The Martial Saint grabbed the cocktail, which looked like a beverage, and downed it in one gulp, ignoring him.

In terms of cultivating one's mental state, the difference between him and his brother Jiang Chen is not small.

"You brat, you're fifteen, the most energetic time of your life. Look at you, you're not even as good as an old man like me."

"What do you know? You know nothing."

"I don't know anything. But I do know that the most important thing is to be happy."

Wu Guangjiang picked up his craft beer and suddenly looked at Jiang Chen, "Isn't that right?"

"My uncle is very insightful."

Jiang Chen raised his glass in a perfunctory gesture.

Obvious.

As the twilight glowed, the grudges of last night vanished into thin air.

"Xiao Jiang, we're going back tomorrow. Thank you for spending the last two days with us. We're sorry to have troubled you and made you spend money."

Lan's mother drank soda water. Although she had only been there for two days, she had seen a world she had never seen before and could not even imagine, and she was very content.

"mom……"

Upon hearing that his parents were leaving the next day, Wu Sheng finally escaped the quagmire of feeling guilty for offending people.

"Brother Jiang Chen has already kicked my sister's people out, why don't you stay a few more days?"

“This is your life, not your mother’s and mys.”

Wu Guangjiang sat with his legs crossed, holding a craft beer, watching the sunset slowly sink into the skyscrapers on the opposite bank, the river surface shimmering with golden light.

"We'll come again when you turn sixteen."

Lan's mother stretched out her rough palm and patted the back of her son's hand with a gentle smile.

The Martial Saint wanted to say something more, but Jiang Chen could already tell that the two elders had made up their minds.

"Then it's settled. I'll send someone to pick up your parents."

Wu Guangjiang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"middle!"

The two glasses collided solidly together under the last rays of the setting sun, producing a crisp and powerful sound, with the wine foam rippling.

"Mom, please take good care of yourself."

The Martial Saint did not try to persuade him further.

"Don't worry at all."

The wrinkles around Lan's mother's eyes were the softest gift of time. "Mom is still waiting to see you get married."

The Martial Saint is certainly not shy; he's forgotten the pain once the wound healed and has started speaking recklessly again.

"Then my older sister must be ahead."

"what?"

Seeing his mother's stunned expression, Wu Sheng realized he had said the wrong thing again, but in this situation, there was no point in arguing anymore, so he simply decided to give up.

“I am the younger one. If the older one doesn’t marry me off, how can I dare to start a family? Otherwise, people will gossip about me behind my back.”

"You kid."

Lan's mother was embarrassed.

Wu Guangjiang wasn't so reserved. He chuckled and said, "What you're saying is practical. You're only fifteen. If you want to go to university, it will take at least seven or eight years. If you want to pursue further studies and get a doctorate or something, that would be even more incredible. Who knows when that will be?"

"Universities have long allowed marriage."

Mr. Jiang interrupted.

"That will take a long time. We're still hoping your sister can hurry."

Wu Guangjiang is drinking.

The Martial Saint looked at him and said, "Wu Guangjiang, you've changed your mind quite quickly. How come I've never heard you mention this before?"

"Isn't this a glimmer of hope?"

This person is interesting, quite outspoken.

Even the Martial Saint couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Jiang gazed into the distance, watching the sunset disappear completely at the edge of the city, without offering any comment.

"I wonder if that girl will come back to kill us again later."

Wu Guangjiang looked around warily.

Yes.

The person was driven away in the morning.

But it's getting dark soon.

What about people?

Why haven't they killed them yet?
That makes absolutely no sense.

If they come, will that person still be able to sit here leisurely enjoying the scenery and drinking? They certainly won't be called to the mother and baby room to avoid people like yesterday; they'll definitely get two big slaps right there.

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Even the Martial Saint, who hadn't thought about it at all, couldn't help but get nervous and cursed his father for being a jinx.

Some things are quite mysterious.

If you don't mention it, it won't happen; but once you do, it might just become a reality.

"Your sister is great in every way, except for her temper."

Wu Guangjiang said slowly, without batting an eye, but even Lan's mother felt a little embarrassed.

"If it's still like this next year, we'd better not come. We're too worried and exhausted."

They drank and talked by the Wuguang River.

"Bro, did you hear that? They're calling on you."

You're the only one who knows how to read people's expressions.

Mr. Jiang calmly replied, "I will try my best."

Wu Guangjiang nodded. “Don’t think the future is far away. In fact, a lifetime goes by very quickly. You learn to walk at dawn, meet your true love at noon, achieve success at dusk, and turn to dust at midnight.”

The Martial Saint's eyes flashed with a strange light. "Wow, Wu Guangjiang, you're quite the expert. Who taught you that? You're a farmer, why don't you study how to farm? What are you thinking about all day? What, trying to have a second spring and become a poet to seduce young girls?"

Jiang Chen, who had just raised his glass, stopped abruptly. Luckily, he hadn't had a chance to drink yet, or he would have spat it out.

"What are you talking about?"

Lan's mother gently patted her son's arm.

"Mom, don't be fooled by the fact that he didn't do anything yesterday. It was just a coincidence. He's definitely up to no good. You can't let your guard down. You have to be careful. Check his phone often. Go through all his social media accounts."

Despite being so brazenly slandered by his own son, Wu Guangjiang remained unmoved.

Jiang Chen soon learned the reason for his indifference.

“Your dad isn’t that kind of person.”

What constitutes a successful life for a man?
High position with significant weight?

Rich as a country?

Or will he be remembered in history?

These should all be counted.

What if you had a partner who trusted you completely?
Is this considered a success?
Whether it counts or not, there is no doubt that this old man, who is completely disrespected by his children and is flamboyant, vain, and unreliable, must be envied by many people.

Hearing Lan's mother respond on his behalf, Wu Guangjiang laughed smugly, "Did you hear that? With your paltry skills, you think you can sow discord?"

No wonder the father-son relationship is so bad.

Day and night alternated overhead, and dazzling neon lights took over the city's vibrancy. Jiang Chen leisurely sipped his wine, admitting that in some ways he couldn't compare to this seemingly useless country man, and he would never be able to. (End of Chapter)