I have ten trillion licking dog gold

There were no luxury convoys driving directly onto the tarmac.

Mr. Jiang's return to Tokyo was remarkably low-key; he didn't even inform his own people.

But some people are born to be the main character; once they appear, they are bound to become the focus of attention in their environment.

for example.

Even if the nun wasn't wearing a Taoist robe.

In particular, she was carrying a simple and slender Tang sword.

When bosses travel, their mistresses usually help carry their briefcases, not knives.
Oh.

wrong.

Money makes people rich. With Boss Jiang's current wealth and status, his aura is definitely outstanding. Not to mention the so-called richest man on the wealth list, even if he were to stand next to someone like Young Master Song, he would not be inferior at all. Keep in mind that he is only twenty-seven years old now, and his potential for development is limitless.

However, when facing a Taoist nun, his aura seemed to be demagnetized and completely disappeared. If he didn't take the initiative to introduce her, no one would assume he was the boss.

"Pretty boy...it doesn't have to be that."

It has absolutely nothing to do with Boss Jiang.

The Taoist nun's face, her figure, her sacred aura...

Is it true that a woman like this is keeping a gigolo?
That world is really not worth staying in.

Destroy it.

Although Master Duanmu was a walking nuclear reactor, fortunately, the two of them used the absolutely private VIP passage, so it did not attract too much attention.

"Where are the people?"

Aside from a knife, the only luggage Duanmu Liuli carried was the invitation letter tucked in her coat pocket.

As for why we didn't bring clothes...

Only in a protracted war is it necessary to prepare clothing; what if it's a matter of cutting melons and vegetables, and seizing the title of number one in the world?
You can turn around and head back.

It was written on the invitation.

—We hope for your prompt reply so that we may make proper arrangements for our accommodation and travel.

but.

Master Duanmu, who was walking out of the VIP passage, didn't even see the welcome banner for the martial arts tournament.

"No rush. Let's go get a coffee first."

It's highly likely that Boss Jiang, who has already been paid a bounty, is enjoying himself immensely and has no sense of urgency about his upcoming duel with heroes from all over the world.

Also.

He sent the invitation to the Taoist nun.

His task was, at most, simply to cheer and encourage.

Mr. Jiang wants to go to the VIP room, but he still has to pay for coffee? It's clearly free, but Master Duanmu didn't touch it.

Jiang Chen turned around in confusion, his eyes filled with inquiry.

"Is it fake?"

The Taoist nun is not a three-year-old child.

As expected, suspicions remained.

"of course not."

Jiang Chen answered decisively and without changing his expression, without the slightest hesitation. If he had even the slightest bit of guilt, he would never have been so straightforward.

He simply used correction fluid to change his name without permission.

Isn't this a bit too frivolous?

Duanmu Liuli made her stance clear through her actions, tightening her grip on the Tang sword that was capable of cutting through bone and mud; the meaning was self-evident.

She traveled all this way, abandoning her snacks and TV shows, just to beat someone up.

If no one beats you up, then someone has to be your punching bag.

Boss Jiang understood her meaning perfectly; though they may not have the wings of a phoenix to fly together, their hearts were still connected by a single thread of understanding.

He believed that he had developed such a tacit understanding with the Taoist nun.

"Don't worry, you won't have come for nothing. Just remember, when you make your move, don't be soft-hearted, and unleash the might of our great China."

As he spoke, Boss Jiang even enthusiastically clenched his fist, making it sound quite serious.

Is it possible?

Did you misunderstand him?

The martial arts tournament is not something made up out of thin air.
Just as Boss Jiang was giving her a thumbs-up, signaling her to come with him for coffee, a figure appeared without her noticing. Without making a move, from a distance of seven or eight meters, the warm feeling suddenly turned into the chill of winter.

"Mr. Jiang."

She wore a tight-fitting, simple black suit, somewhat like a training uniform, and had short, ear-length hair like Sakura, only not as pretty as Sakura.

Why did I think of Sakura?
It's definitely not because Boss Jiang is a womanizer.

It was purely because the other person's temperament was somewhat similar to Sakura's, and their tone of voice was almost identical, empty and mechanical, devoid of any emotion.

Ok.

This refers to the time when he first met Sakura.

Later, Sakura gained popularity.

"See, I wasn't lying to you."

Jiang Chen said to Daoist Duanmu, "In the path of martial arts, besides talent, patience is also required."

Take him for example. He may not have the same talent, but he can work hard in other areas.

Since the Taoist priest is in such a hurry, there's no need to waste time. Whether or not we drink coffee is irrelevant. Jiang Chen changed his mind and said, "Let's go."

This trip abroad was quite risky, but having no other choice, Mr. Jiang still tried his best to be cautious and extremely low-key. One car and one person were all the pomp and circumstance for picking him up at the airport.

With the two people inside, the jeep started silently and drove away.

"Could you please move the knife to a different spot?"

The back seat of the jeep was quite spacious, more than enough for two people. However, with Master Duanmu holding his Tang sword across his lap, Boss Jiang, who was sitting next to him, felt a little uncomfortable. There wasn't even enough room for the boss to lie down.

Master Duanmu didn't say anything, but he was very obedient. Sure enough, he took the knife off his leg, adjusted its position, and stuck it diagonally between the two of them, forming a natural barrier.

Of course, Mr. Jiang knew that she had made an unintentional mistake. Regardless of whether the Taoist nun had such intentions, even if she really thought he was not a gentleman, given her strength, would she need to resort to such a method of self-defense?

"You can't put it by the door."

Mr. Jiang smiled wryly and didn't argue further. The jeep didn't enter the city but instead drove around the outskirts.

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone rings.

Jiang Chen, who had a knife stuck in his buttocks, lifted one side of his buttocks, took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, calmly pressed the answer button, and then put it to his ear.

"Jinse".

That's how effortlessly and naturally they handle things.

"The autopsy results for the baby are in."

"You were actually alerted?"

Jiang Chen joked.

"How could I not know that you threw people into Xinghuo?"

"I hope no one is calling you all the time."

"What do you think."

"Tell me, tell me, who?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Who? Aren't you oversimplifying the issue? Is this a matter involving only one or two people?"

Princess Cao's tone was not good, after all, she had nothing to do with him, it was someone who was kind-hearted but dragged her into it.

"Never mind then, forget I asked."

Upon hearing that a wide range of people were involved, Boss Jiang immediately called it quits.

"You really know how to do business. You've gained face, acting like a saint, but you've smeared all the blame on others."

"Why do you say that? You should have those people come to me, and I'll have a chat with them."

Jiang Chen demonstrated the responsibility he should have.

Unlike Li Shurui, Princess Cao certainly didn't come to argue with him. If she really disagreed, she would have made her stance clear when the other party called her to let her know.

For people from such vastly different family backgrounds to come together, romantic love is not enough; it can only be because they share the same ideals and goals.

"Have you received the autopsy results?"

Jiang Chen toned down his flippant tone and hummed in agreement, "That's quite surprising."

"But judging from your tone, you don't seem surprised at all."

"Ah."

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, "Because I feel more fortunate right now."

"Lucky?"

"I'm so glad I was able to grow up safely."

Cao Jinse's tone changed slightly, "That's going too far."

"Yes, I was too harsh. That child was just unfortunate."

Cao Jinse remained noncommittal, saying softly, "Actually, some things have always been the same from ancient times to the present; they can't be completely eradicated." "That's right," someone casually remarked, "The only way to completely eradicate them is when human civilization is destroyed."

Cao Jinse laughed, "You've read too much of The Three-Body Problem."

"If you were Ye Wenjie, would you press that button?"

Jiang Chen asked meaningfully. He thought the other party wouldn't answer, or would throw the question back at him in the form of a counter-question. But Princess Cao was indeed Princess Cao, and she always managed to bring him surprises.

"I can."

"what?"

Jiang Chen lost his voice.

"Why are you so surprised? Is it really that surprising?"

Isn't it worth it?
To perish together is something only the poor would do; otherwise, the world would probably have been destroyed countless times over.

Launching coordinates at the Trisolarans is science fiction, but the nuclear button exists in reality.

For the powerful and wealthy, the world is a wonderful and enjoyable place.

Princess Cao, on the other hand, was definitely a member of the powerful and wealthy class.

"You're just bragging."

The truth is often spoken in a joking tone.

When Jiang Chen first read The Three-Body Problem, like almost everyone else, he felt disgusted and even abhorred Ye Wenjie, who was "selfish and self-serving." How could she decide the fate of all mankind based on her personal beliefs? But gradually, his opinion of Ye Wenjie changed.

Still the old saying.

There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes.

The story will not change, the characters will not change, what will change is the reader's understanding.

When a scholar's perception changes, everything he sees will change.

Needless to say.

If Ye Wenjie's button were placed in front of that baby girl's family now, they would definitely press it without hesitation, even recklessly.

Are those family members hateful?

"I never brag."

Jiang Chen spoke in a joking tone, while Cao Jinse replied calmly and seriously:
"Actually, I considered this question when I first came across The Three-Body Problem. If I were Ye Wenjie, would I press the button?"

Cao Jinse spoke calmly and deliberately, "When I asked myself this question, there was only one voice in my heart."

"what sound?"

"Why didn't you press it?" Cao Jinse replied with a smile, "I think I was in junior high school at the time."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

If what the other person said is true, then her understanding is incredibly advanced.

A middle school student.

He's almost thirty now, and it's only now that he's gone through the evolution from aversion to doubt to understanding.

How long was their lead over him?

What is meant by the difference in cultural background?

This is the difference in cultural foundation.

Junior high school students are not all the same. What influences a person's perception is never age, but rather their perspective and experience.

What he's seeing now is something he probably saw back in middle school, so does that mean he had such a "vision" back then? Is it something to be alarmed about?

"The line between genius and madness is very thin; one thought can make you a god or a demon, and the other a demon or a god. Fortunately, your growth did not go astray."

Jiang Chen sighed with relief.

"That's because I was thinking of my brother. What will happen to my brother when the Trisolarans come? He's not very strong and can't even run. He'll definitely be among the first to be caught. So there's no other way but to let the Earthlings live well."

"Haha."

Boss Jiang is not usually prone to extreme joy or sorrow, but this time he really couldn't hold back and was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Professor Cao, for your significant contributions to the survival of human civilization."

"Shh. Keep it low-key. I've never told him this, he doesn't know how great he is."

Listening to the confident and methodical voice on the other end of the phone, Boss Jiang smiled broadly, so much so that even the Taoist priest Duanmu couldn't help but secretly glance at him through the knife stuck between the two of them.

Boss Jiang is a man who likes to boast and talk nonsense, but he rarely has such a full expression.

"You handle this case as you see fit. Investigate as far as you can."

Cao Jinse then got back to the main topic.

"With your words, I feel relieved."

What are you worried about?

"Isn't there no upper limit?"

"Do what you can."

Cao Jinse immediately laughed and teased, "You go ahead and investigate for me. If you can find out the whole network and all the stakeholders involved, then I'll consider you amazing."

Just hearing that makes me feel stressed.

Jiang Chen sighed, "I'm not a detective. Investigating cases isn't my profession. Professional matters should be left to professionals."

"I think you're the one who's all talk and no action."

Cao Jinse laughed and scolded.

"It's just that I don't want you to bear too much pressure."

"Me? I think you're just worried about yourself."

Jiang Chen offered no comment, but muttered, "Slow and steady wins the race; take your time and things will turn out well. Eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time."

"Comrade Jiang Chen, that's a very good level of awareness."

"Does the leader have any other instructions?"

"That's all. You may leave."

President Li is indeed a master strategist who understands people's hearts. If Dean Bai had been more talkative, Princess Cao, with her intelligence, would not have been able to chat and laugh like this.

"Okay, but the phone bill is quite expensive."

My sense of humor is kicking in again.

This subconscious habit is involuntary. In fact, as soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Chen realized something was wrong and hoped that the other party hadn't noticed. If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't have taken it to heart, but that person was Princess Cao.

"Where are you?"

What does it mean to have keen eyesight and meticulous attention to detail?

孽 孽!
Jiang Chen's eyelids twitched, and he thought of coming up with a white lie, but the thought was quickly extinguished as soon as it arose.

"Tokyo."

The scenery on both sides of the road rushed past at eighty miles per hour.

Honesty is sometimes a last resort.

"Are you crazy?"

The other party's reaction was exactly as expected this time.

"I know it well."

"What do you know? Do you know how many people want you dead? Do you think Fujiwara Reiki is absolutely reliable? The Japanese are bandits who use money to bully the strong, and they will submit to the weak when they are weak!"

Her assessment was quite accurate: women are inherently unreliable, especially beautiful women, and Japanese women at the same time.

It's true that the buffs are fully stacked.

But what if it's the mother of your own child?
"I will be careful."

Why didn't you tell me beforehand?

Cao Jinse's voice was deep and resonant.

"Last time I called you, I was going to tell you something, but you hung up on me..."

what is this?
What a typical excuse!
"beep--"

It's your own fault.

The call was disconnected again.

Not one to give up halfway, and knowing that the other party was well aware of this, Boss Jiang slowly put down his phone. He knew, of course, that Princess Cao meant well.

He also knew that many people around the world were looking for him and hated him to the core for being the Lord of Divine Punishment who had caused global chaos.

Going abroad is indeed risky.

But hadn't he already prepared a foolproof plan?

The Taoist nun brought all the knives with her.

Fujiwara Reiki, she's one of his people again.

At the same time, it is extremely low-key.

"Are we almost there?"

Having ensured everything went perfectly, Boss Jiang patted his thigh lightly.

"almost."

The feedback was timely.

What neither Boss Jiang nor Duanmu Liuli saw was that, as if dispelling a miasma, the woman driving revealed a burial ground in her eyes—cold, deathly, and eerily silent. (End of Chapter)