I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Well, I see."

After hearing the autopsy results, Mr. Jiang held his phone, looking calm and seemingly unsurprised.

Optimism is optimism.

This does not mean that we are unaware of the evil in human nature.

in contrast.

It is often those who know the muddy and filthy conditions beneath their feet who are more inclined to look up at the blue sky and white clouds.

How is Fang Qing?

That's right.

That was Li Shurui on the other end.

And it was Li Shurui who took the initiative to call, as if they had never argued.

The camera pans outwards from Mr. Jiang's hand holding the phone.

The sea of ​​clouds is surging.

Spectacular and magnificent.

?

Is this in the sky?
On the other side, someone walked by.

Oh.

It wasn't that he obtained unparalleled divine skills that allowed him to fly and escape into the earth.

This is on an airplane.

wrong.

How can you make a phone call while on a plane?

The camera continues to zoom out.

The fuselage, which embodies the pinnacle of human manufacturing technology, still retains symbols of bilateral friendship.

The Gulfstream G700 is a toy for the top oligopolies.

Everything makes sense.

Rules are for ordinary people.

Public flights can't make phone calls, what does that have to do with private jets?

"Did you call her last night?"

Li Shurui asked the question knowing the answer already.

"You're so angry, I have to ask what happened."

Mr. Jiang told the whole story.

"What did you talk about?"

Li Shurui plays with flavor.

Little did Boss Jiang know that the other party was asking questions with the answers in mind. He couldn't guess that Qingmei had given up on everything, but it didn't matter, as he was an upright and honest person.

"For you to get that angry, you must have suffered a great injustice, so I said a few words to her."

What are you standing there for?

Take notes.

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed. "But she also lost her temper and wanted to end things with me."

"real or fake?"

Li Shurui's tone was incredibly lifelike.

"You can ask her if you don't believe me."

no,

How come someone who is such a scumbag somehow manages to give off a sense of having a clear conscience?
"So she wants to break up with you, what did you reply to her?"

"What do you think?"

"answer the questions."

Someone glanced towards the aisle.

There was movement just now because the Taoist nun went to the toilet.

"If it were you, could you stand it? So many years of friendship, she treats it as lightly as a feather."

"Tsk, you're angry now?"

"Can't I be angry?"

"Ah."

Li Shurui laughed, "If you're so tough, why don't you really break up with him?"

Jiang Chen pretended not to hear and changed the subject, "Is she alright?"

"Ok?"

“I spoke to her rather harshly yesterday. You’ve known each other for so long, you’re practically sisters. You shouldn’t let such a small thing ruin your relationship, and you shouldn’t hold a grudge overnight. She must be feeling pretty bad, so try to comfort her.”

what?
Li Shurui was distracted.

Did they look even slightly uncomfortable?
So quick-witted.

"puff."

Li Shurui covered her mouth, but she was still heard.

"why are you laughing?"

"nothing."

Whether "sisters" hold grudges overnight is unknown, but partners shouldn't. Li Shurui was considerate of her boyfriend's feelings, and once the emotions passed, they were over.

"Okay, thank you for the hard work."

Mr. Jiang, who was delusional, stopped short of making a move.

"Isn't this what I should do?"

Completely different from her shrewish demeanor the night before, Li Shurui's tone was now gentle and soothing. Since the abdication hadn't succeeded, everything was still simply her duty.

The phone went silent.

Only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

"I think the risks of investing in medical research should be reassessed."

Li Shurui changed the subject.

That's what you call a great person's demeanor.

Jiang Chen understood why she said that, and asked with a smile, "Don't you want to live to be a hundred years old?"

"Do not want to."

Li Shurui's answer was quite decisive and direct.

"why?"

“There’s a saying in my hometown that if a person lives to a very old age, it’s because they’re borrowing the lifespan of their descendants.”

"Feudal superstition."

Boss Jiang immediately criticized it.

"Anyway, I've always felt that living to seventy or eighty is enough, any older..."

"You get angry so easily, do you still want to live to be seventy or eighty?"

Li Shurui was interrupted before she could finish speaking, it seems she hadn't scolded him enough last night.

"Do you know that negative emotions are the biggest source of illness?"

"Anyway, you definitely won't live to be a hundred."

Li Shurui retorted.

"That's not necessarily true. I have a good attitude."

Mr. Jiang remained calm and composed.

When it comes to mindset, Li Shurui certainly can't refute it. Objectively speaking, among all the people she has met, regardless of age or gender, there is not a single one who can compare with her in terms of mindset.

But is a person's lifespan only related to a single factor?
"So what if you have a good attitude? You'll still get sick from overwork, you know? Of all the emperors in history, how many lived long lives?"

Comparing yourself to the emperor?

Is this what they mean by "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"?
Anyone else would have been ecstatic, but Mr. Jiang showed no arrogance whatsoever. "I'm on a plane, it's not safe to make a phone call, bye-bye."

He hung up the phone quickly.

A fragrant breeze wafted by.

The Taoist priest, who had gone to the restroom before heading to the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament, happened to return at that moment.

The phrase "three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines" is merely a figment of imagination. Looking at the long river of history, how many emperors actually implemented such a system? Some even married only one wife in their entire lives.

In comparison, this person has actually surpassed the emperor.

How old do you want to live to be?

After boarding the plane, Mr. Jiang, who was either resting with his eyes closed or reading magazines, or pretending to be profound or an expert, suddenly struck up a conversation with the other party, just like the altitude they were at, completely out of the blue.

"have not thought."

When Master Duanmu went to the martial arts tournament, he not only brought an invitation, but also the Tang sword he bought in Tokyo last time, which he placed next to his seat.

"Then think about it now."

Duanmu Liuli withdrew her gaze from him and fell silent.

It's not that she's being disrespectful.

The other party even gave her the invitation, which was incredibly generous. She would certainly not hesitate to share her knowledge on any questions she could, such as how many years she might live.
That is destiny.

No one can speak recklessly.

"You will definitely live a very long life."

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the other person, and he muttered to himself, expressing his feelings.

Then, he laughed hysterically.

This is Japan, the host country of the martial arts tournament. Can't we be a little more serious?
"What will you look like when you're old and toothless?"

No wonder.

It's kind of funny.

"My teeth won't fall out."

Duanmu Liuli kept his eyes straight ahead.

"How can it be……"

Just as Mr. Jiang was about to quote a classic text, he heard, "My master never lost his teeth."

So even Taoist nuns have their own anxieties about appearance.

With words like "believe in science" stuck in his throat, Jiang Chen's mind drifted to the image of that venerable old man on the mountain.

So to say.

Even as time goes by, the Taoist nun won't become too ugly.

"To be old and not die is to be a thief."

Mr. Jiang muttered quietly.

The camera zooms across the scene at breakneck speed, creating a tremendous gust of wind.

Through the clouds, through the lakes, through the fields.

Once upon a time, a thousand miles away, there was a mountain.

In a dilapidated Taoist temple.

"Ah!"

The old immortal, who was greedily enjoying his pine flower wine, suddenly sneezed, then did some calculations with his fingers, and his white eyebrows furrowed.

"You brat." (End of Chapter)