I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The emerald green, blocky object on the table no longer showed any trace of the gold medal from the Tiangong Exhibition, but it was indeed a fragment.

Then another question arises.

Despite the danger, Boss Jiang remained calm, raised his eyes, and looked at Zhao Fan, who was writing a story script in his mind.

"If a package is damaged after the customer has signed for it, is the courier responsible?"

"..."

Zhao Fan was speechless.

Mr. Jiang's sudden question left the real deliveryman stunned.

"Probably not."

Zhao Fan shook his head blankly.

well.

At least you don't have to worry about being scammed.

Mr. Jiang withdrew his gaze, then raised his hand to pick up the irregular fragment on the table.

But the other party was faster and retrieved the fragments.

—They've given themselves away.

If it were the Nine Carp Painting that he delivered to my door, even if it were broken, it would still be quite valuable. At worst, I could just make a smaller ornament. Dragon Stone will always be Dragon Stone.

But was that Dragon Stone?

Mr. Jiang is not a jade expert. If he were presented with both Dragon Stone and Imperial Green jade at the same time, he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. But if it were glass and Dragon Stone...

This "fully armed" woman is not only strange, but also adorable.

Right.

They might bicker, but who would take out their anger on a priceless treasure?

If you're lucky enough to encounter a woman like that, don't hesitate, run away immediately, and never look back.

Miss Shi used to be a fearsome figure, but at most she only threw away diamonds worth tens of millions.

"Even if we're trying to save money, we should at least get a piece of jade, not just glass..."

The person was at a loss for words, unsure whether the other party was trying to scam him or simply insulting his intelligence.

"Glass? What makes you think this is glass?"

To avoid provoking the other party, Boss Jiang suppressed his smile and opened his palm, saying, "Let me see."

The woman didn't move; she probably wanted to stab his neck more than his hand.

Jiang Chen didn't insist. He glanced at Zhao Fan, who was spying on him, and without using the glass, picked up the beer bottle and chugged the rest of the beer in one go.

"Would you like to add anything else?"

Zhao Fan shook his head subconsciously.

"Waiter, Checkout."

Jiang Chen shouted.

Look.

It was clearly his treat.

Zhao Fan had no time to think about splitting the bill. While the waiter was collecting the receipts, he kept glancing at the woman across from him, his active brain racing against time.

Glass.

Jade.

Then consider the other party's earlier question about compensation for damaged packages.

Previous speculations have been overturned.

It doesn't seem like a melodramatic short drama about a scumbag boyfriend meeting his ex-girlfriend.

Dedicated delivery personnel.

It must be a high-value item.

Could it be that the package this guy sent to Biluo Yunjian was a piece of jade?
If monitored with medical devices, it could be found that Zhao Fan's brain cells were abnormally active at this time. Delivering packages is purely physical work, which does not require intelligence and can be done by anyone with all four limbs intact. But don't forget, he is a regular undergraduate student from a second-tier university.

Knowledge is optional.

We can't live without it!

and so.

The old storyline was torn apart, and new problems followed one after another.

This guy's package was clearly delivered to 6-6.

In Lane 6-6, lived a wealthy, leisurely, and sophisticated middle-aged couple.

And they are suspected of being childless by choice.

So why did the "fragments" of the package end up in the hands of this strange woman who is neither human nor ghost?
"Please go to the front desk to pay your bill."

The waiter counted all the skewers and the number of drinks.

"Please sit for a moment."

Mr. Jiang's getting up did not affect Zhao Fan's train of thought. As the transmission of nerve synapses continued, the truth seemed to be illuminated!
"Are you a homeowner in unit 6-6 of Biluo Yunjian?"

He stared intently at the strange woman opposite him.

The guy named Jiang Chen mentioned earlier that he suspected she was wearing her mother's clothes!
Of course.

He had never seen that aunt wear this long, matte black down jacket before. She had a lot of clothes, but the fashionable style suited her taste.

You can't see their faces.

You can't see their expression either.

But Zhao Fan could sense that behind the dark sunglasses, a pair of eyes were watching him.

“I am a courier for Suda Express. I am responsible for the Biluoyunjian community. I have also delivered packages to 6-6.”

What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.

Zhao Fan was actually quite puzzled. It would be one thing if the person was mute, but the key point was that the person could clearly speak.

Could it be a problem with my appearance?
its not right.

The job of a courier is social, requiring face-to-face interaction with customers, so there are certain requirements for facial features.

He admits.

He wasn't as handsome as that guy, a bit less so, but he was still quite decent-looking.

Why are they completely ignoring me?
"I went to 6-6 today; the auntie asked me to go. Was there really a problem with today's delivery?"

"Miss, don't worry, we at Suda will never shirk our responsibility. If it's our fault, we will definitely take full responsibility."

Play the piano on the cow.

If you record it with a camera and then Photoshop the strange woman out, it won't have any impact.

Zhao Fan opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to give up based on reason.

Perhaps the other person isn't air.

Instead, the other party treated him like he was invisible.

Frustrated and annoyed, Zhao Fan picked up the beer bottle. He still had half a bottle left; it was shameful to waste it.

"Let's go."

Comrade Jiang Chen returned after settling the bill.

Zhao Fan wiped his mouth, finally feeling the urge to urinate, and said, "WC."

Mr. Jiang waited where he was, without leaving without saying goodbye; this was a basic courtesy.

The strange thing is.

The woman who automatically ignored the delivery guy seems to have the same level of self-discipline.

Restrooms without gender distinctions rely entirely on individual toilet stalls for protection between men and women.

After relieving himself, Zhao Fan felt much better. He walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and rubbed his hands together.

"Squeak."

The water flow has been shut off.

Zhao Fan shook his hand, reeking of alcohol, and subconsciously glanced at his own flushed face in the mirror.

Is it really that shabby?

Okay?
Besides, how can you see clearly while wearing such dark sunglasses?
Never mind her.

Why think so much?

What does it have to do with me?

Zhao Fan grinned and turned back.

"Are you still coming to stay at my place?"

The three of them walked out of the skewers shop together.

There's a reason why people wear down jackets.

Stepping out of the steaming hot restaurant, the perceived temperature plummeted—a stark contrast between hot and cold.

"Thank you. I'll take the train back."

go back?

Zhao Fan glanced at the strange woman who was tall but whose figure was hard to discern, and he could tell that there was something hidden in her words.

It's almost nine o'clock.

Have you bought a ticket to go back?

Moreover, since they came all this way and barely exchanged a few words, even ignoring the issue of the delivery, they certainly wouldn't let him leave so easily.

Regardless of whether this strange woman is the owner of 6-6, there is no doubt that the two know each other.

"Alright, I'll head out now. Next time you come to Huicheng, it'll be my treat!"

Zhao Fan patted his chest, exuding generosity and loyalty.

It's just polite talk.

It doesn't cause you to lose weight.

In this vast and bustling world, amidst the sea of ​​people, who knows if we'll ever have another chance to "meet" again?

Mr. Jiang gave an OK sign, "Be careful on the road."

Zhao Fan waved dismissively, "Goodbye~"

Boss Jiang and the strange woman turned around first.

Zhao Fan didn't leave immediately. He stood at the entrance of the skewers shop, watching the two of them walk about twenty or thirty meters before getting into a car parked there...

He squinted, trying to see through the darkness.

I go!

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Bentley Continental?

The Bentley Continental is reversing out of the parking space in front of the shop and onto the road.

There are many wealthy people in Huicheng, but those who can afford a Continental GT are not simply rich.

But why had he never seen this car before in the Azure Clouds?

It doesn't seem like anything to be surprised about.

He'd never seen this strange woman before either. This guy only knows rich women.

Zhao Fan sighed with emotion.

Rich woman.

Suddenly, the boasting and banter we had exchanged before echoed in my mind again.

My girlfriend owns a house in Donghai.

I can call Pei Yunxi over with just one phone call.

Zhao Fan froze abruptly, his mind reeling. Looking at the Bentley Continental that had already retreated into the road, he felt as if struck by lightning.

Azure skies and clouds.

Pei Yunxi.

Cover every inch of skin.

Not a word was spoken.

……

His mind raced, then he jolted awake and began to run at full speed.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Just as the Continental SUV straightened out of the car and was about to depart, Zhao Fan ran to the passenger side door, shouting something loudly and banging on the window in his anxiety.

Mr. Jiang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, rolled down the car window.

But this time, they weren't looking for him.

"Are you Pei Yunxi? Are you Pei Yunxi?"

Zhao Fan, his hand on the car door, was shouting at the strange woman in the driver's seat, his excitement almost uncontrollable.

Jiang Chen glanced at the woman beside him.

The other party kept their eyes straight ahead and released the brakes.

The Bentley Continental drove forward.

"Pei Yunxi! Pei Yunxi!"

Zhao Fan clung to the window, refusing to let go, and ran forward with the Bentley, but how could a person outrun a four-wheeled vehicle?
As the Bentley's speed increased, Zhao Fan, who was clinging to the car window, gradually lost his strength. After running for thirty or forty meters, he was forced to let go, panting heavily, his body hunched over, his hands supporting his thighs, still trying to lift his head.

"Pei Yunxi, Pei Yunxi, don't go—"

The heart-wrenching screams, carried by the evening breeze, seeped into the car.

In the rearview mirror.

That shocked, annoyed, regretful, resentful, and pained face gradually blurred.

Jiang Chen sighed softly and rolled up the car window.

"What you're doing is dangerous. What if he falls under the car?"

"He hitched a ride on my car."

What a cold-hearted woman.

"They are, after all, your fans."

"I only saw a madman."

Jiang Chen chuckled.

Ok.

Stanning celebrities requires rationality.

Impulsive actions that disregard personal safety and the safety of public property are unacceptable.

"He had just been drinking. I don't believe he would have done this if he were sober."

"What he is like has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Chen, who had tried to speak up for justice, was speechless.

I wonder if that young man, Zhao, will lose his fascination with the goddess after hearing these words.

I doubt it.

Fans are actually quite similar to simps; even if their idols mistreat them a thousand times, they will still treat their idols like their first love.

You can just keep torturing me, and I'll just keep enjoying it.

"Can you even see anything while driving with those mirrors on?"

Mr. Jiang changed the subject.

"I can't see it."

Mr. Jiang was taken aback. "You're still driving if I can't see you?"

Did I ask you to come up?

"……parking."

Pei Yunxi ignored him.

Also.

You can't just park anywhere on the main road.

"Take off your sunglasses first. It's late at night, and we don't want you to end up on the news tomorrow."

Mr. Jiang settled for second best.

"If I'm not afraid, why are you afraid?"

These words.

hiss--

That's intriguing.

"The matter of the Nine Carp Painting is a misunderstanding..."

"He wants to buy the Nine Carp Painting for his parents?"

People don't listen to his rambling.

"Ah."

"He's very filial."

"Yeah, this kid..."

Just as Mr. Jiang was about to express his feelings, he heard something else.

"I am talking about you."

Jiang Chen paused, his words trailing off.

Pei Yunxi was driving, so you couldn't see her face, her eyes, or her expression.

The middle-aged couple in the photo.

And the arrogant tone of a martial saint.

He boasted that it would be a billion.

It's obvious who should pay for this money if the person is a minor with no source of income.

"You are really brave."

It was Boss Jiang's turn to pretend to be deaf and dumb. He looked out the window at the street scene and pretended not to have heard anything.

The car suddenly slowed down.

There was a traffic jam ahead.

Checking for drunk driving.

Although he had just drunk a few pounds of beer, sitting in the passenger seat, he didn't care. Boss Jiang thought to himself, "Now I should at least get rid of this unnecessary disguise."

He found the other person's face more pleasing to the eye than the Nine Carp Painting.

But to my surprise, when it was my turn after queuing for several minutes, the traffic police officer didn't even check my number, just waved me on and let me through.

"Your connections are strong enough."

Jiang Chen joked.

The road has been reopened to traffic.

Pei Yunxi finally took off her sunglasses and placed them on the center console.

Mr. Jiang picked it up curiously and tried putting it on his nose. After experiencing the other person's field of vision, he quickly took off his sunglasses, with only one thought in his mind.

I will never ride in their car again.

Leaving aside the fact that he was blind with his eyes open, he was basically no different from someone with mild cataracts.

It can't compare to a city that never sleeps like Donghai, and besides, it's the dead of winter, so the streets gradually become deserted after 9:30 pm.

Although he didn't know where the other party was taking him, Jiang Chen didn't ask. So, as a newcomer, he sat for forty or fifty minutes, watching the cluster of high-rise buildings disappear into the distance, and the view outside the car window became increasingly desolate.

By the time the car stopped, the area outside was deserted, with only a lonely bus stop standing by the roadside.

"get off."

"Where is this?"

Stop talking about people.

There didn't seem to be any cars on the road.

"Go down and see for yourself."

The naive Mr. Jiang believed it to be true, unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door and got out of the car, walking towards the bus stop that supported the cold moon.

The driver's car window was rolled down.

"The buses have stopped running now. Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, you can take a bus from here directly to the airport."

"..."

Tomorrow morning at six o'clock?

In that brief moment of hesitation, the exhaust pipe spewed out black smoke with a "whoosh," clearly indicating that the Bentley Continental was flooring the gas pedal. It sped away, leaving Mr. Jiang, who was almost completely fooled, standing dumbfounded by the roadside, clinging to the bus stop for support.

Looking at the taillights, now only a hazy halo of light, Mr. Jiang smiled.

strangeness.

cute.

cruel.

Now there's another tag.

childish.

Boss Jiang wasn't like that young man Zhao; he didn't hysterically chase after him, shouting, "Hey, hey, don't go!" He acted nonchalantly, turned around, walked onto the platform, and looked up.

Ok.

The station route information has been blurred and obscured by time.

Taxis certainly wouldn't wander around here unless there's something wrong with them.

I wonder if I can hail a ride-hailing car at this time and location?

Mr. Jiang sighed softly, looked away from the bus stop sign, and then slowly took out his phone.

Made a phone call.

On a desolate winter night, beneath a dilapidated bus stop, he smiled warmly.

"Uncle Pei, it's me, Xiao Jiang..." (End of Chapter)