I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Although there is no identity verification process, is verification required?

This young woman's temperament and physical characteristics are truly remarkable.

Not to mention Boss Jiang, even Master Duanmu could guess the other party's identity.

What best represents Japanese culture?
Music, animation, movies!

--Pooh!

He's clearly a ninja!
He's practically a carbon copy of the one who barged into the Chunqiu Hua Mansion back then.

The final prize of this martial arts tournament was a ninjutsu manual, which the organizers claimed was a national treasure of Japan.

Of course, Master Duanmu would certainly disregard this. Her purpose in coming here was not for a reward, but purely to make friends through martial arts.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

Passing vehicles all turned on their hazard lights.

The outside world has indeed become shrouded in mist without us even realizing it.

Of course, it wasn't some powerful ninja who used supernatural powers. How many smoke bombs would it take to achieve such an exaggerated effect with such a large area of ​​white mist?
what.

just kidding.

It's just foggy.

The black jeep slowed down as well, prioritizing safety. Like all the other cars on the country roads, the taciturn woman turned on her hazard lights, which made Mr. Jiang, whose vision was limited and unable to enjoy the scenery, think about how to obtain a Japanese driver's license.

Does this mean lighting isn't tested?
With such low visibility, it's probably only about ten meters away. Slowing down carefully is fine, but turning on your hazard lights is not advisable.

The fog lights should be turned on.

Mr. Jiang, who always abides by the rules and never drinks or drives, wanted to remind the other party, but in the end he restrained himself from acting impulsively.

The guest is the host.

All the other cars had their hazard lights on.

There's no need to be so talkative.

Fog is normal at this time of year. Fortunately, the driver must be an experienced one. Even though he wasn't using navigation, he was able to accurately identify the direction, just like a dog can always find its way home.

Sorry.

This analogy seems a bit inappropriate.

But they can't hear it.

Who can still read our minds?

There are no gods here.

Due to the sudden dense fog, the journey took longer than expected, but it didn't matter; as long as we arrived safely, that was all that mattered.

"Take the knife."

When the jeep stopped, Mr. Jiang, who had been in the car for more than fifty minutes, was the first to get out. The fog had thinned a bit here, and the visibility had improved, but the field of vision was still severely limited. However, what was faintly visible in the fog ahead was undoubtedly the Fujiwara family's old nest, no, their ancestral home.

I recognized her in her eyes; she was definitely the right person.

Where is the secret code of "Heavenly King Covers Earth Tiger" needed?

The world is not that safe, but it's not that dangerous either.

Returning to the familiar place, although the weather was not cooperating, Boss Jiang was certainly in a relaxed mood, especially after Master Duanmu got out of the car with his knife.

It's unlikely she could control the entire Tokyo. With the abilities and skills of the princess who died before her marriage, this "home" must have been built up to be impregnable over the years. Now that we've arrived here safely, there's no need to worry anymore.

Recalling the time he came here to attend a funeral, amidst the misty fog, Boss Jiang was moved by the moment and was inspired to write a poem.

"Autumn kills, winter kills, living beings chew on old bones, new souls are planted where they die, strong winds urge sudden rain, rust on knives grows in spring, the sun is thin and the moon is dim at night, only old wine is offered to new graves."

Coming without roots, leaving without a grave, enduring the bitterness of separation from loved ones, swallowed whole in the Yellow Springs. Crimson attire transforms into white mourning, a fleshly body is conceived. Asking Heaven and Earth for help to prolong life, the shimmering light gazes down, seeing illusion and reality.

So wet.

The heavy humidity made Mr. Jiang's hair sticky.

This is way more impressive than the "goose goose goose" in Huicheng.
Unfortunately.

No one cheered.

This time, the Martial Saint was not brought along.

The only two audience members present were a Taoist nun who had transcended worldly concerns.

Another one, not to mention, expecting a ninja to understand romantic feelings?
"Gah, gah, gah—"

The crows of Huizhou seem to have traveled thousands of miles and are flying overhead again.

Mr. Jiang was not distressed.

Loneliness is a normal part of life.

After all, true friendship is hard to find.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in."

Jiang Chen nodded and readily agreed.

Three figures stepped into the depths of the mist one after another, and were quickly swallowed up.

Compared to the day of the funeral, the ancestral home of this top Japanese family is much quieter today, and the environment provides the best camouflage.

In this kind of weather, no one paid much attention to the two guests who had arrived.

Look.

Everything has two sides.

The Fujiwara family is well-versed in hospitality. Logically, how could anyone be allowed to walk around the forbidden grounds of their ancestral home with a sword? Yet Duanmu Liuli was able to pass through unimpeded, seemingly ignored, but in reality, it was a sign of extremely high courtesy.

The bluestone path is covered with brown moss, dampness condensing in the cracks, the creaking sound of footsteps fleeting. The ebony corridor is elegantly carved, the vermilion lacquer faded but still exquisite. The paulownia wood lamps hanging from the pillars, their white gauze covered in dust but unable to conceal their gilded edges and nobility. The dry landscape is layered, the white sand neatly rake-like, the bluestone peaks rugged, and ancient pines with gnarled branches standing beside them, their needles sparse yet orderly. A breeze stirs only a few specks of dust, leaving a soft, lingering sound.

"Your meal is ready, Mr. Jiang. Please begin your meal."

Have a meal?

Everyone understands the principle of taking it easy, but putting that principle into practice is extremely difficult.

Despite Mr. Jiang's calm and composed demeanor, one can only imagine his true feelings as an expectant father about to face the first child in his life.

I'm not hungry yet.

Upon hearing this, people's gazes naturally fell on Duanmu Liuli beside them.

"Go and eat something first."

Jiang Chen nodded to the Daoist nun.

The other person has no other hobbies.

and.

The next meeting must not be disturbed by a third party.

"Susu..."

Accompanied by a barely perceptible rubbing sound, Boss Jiang caught a glimpse of a thin woman out of the corner of his eye. She was abnormally thin in places where she shouldn't be, completely lacking in feminine beauty. To put it bluntly, if you covered her coffin-like face, you couldn't tell if she was male or female at all...

That's not the key point.

The key point is that these people walk almost silently; it's a real shame they don't become thieves.

"Go."

Jiang Chen knew that the person was there to show him the way.

Duanmu Liuli was not good with words, but that did not mean she was without human feelings. She remained silent and raised the Tang sword in her hand.

Jiang Chen smiled gently.

This is to borrow him for temporary self-defense.

A warm current flowed through his complex emotions, and Boss Jiang's tone unconsciously softened, tinged with a handsome smile.

"I don't know how, and you won't teach me."

"My specialty is staff fighting."

It's all because I forgot to slap my mouth last time.

The raised hand was lowered again. Duanmu Liuli did not insist, changed her route, and the two parted ways.

Jiang Chen watched her retreating figure.
"Mr. Jiang, please."

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and continued walking.

The shoji gate is framed by century-old beech wood, and the washi paper is translucent white, reflecting the sunlight in the courtyard. White marble lanterns are scattered in front of the steps, and a clear pond in the central courtyard has a calm water color. Koi swim silently. The curved bridge by the pond is paved with camphor wood, and the railing is carved with intertwined branches, which complements the orchids growing on the bank. The fragrance of orchids is light and faint.

The fog begins to dissipate here, or at this time of day.

Knowing they had arrived, Mr. Jiang, who had been silent the whole way, finally asked, "What's your name?"

If someone were to reply with "Why must we have known each other before we met?" at this moment, it would undoubtedly be incredibly witty. But we can't expect someone to have such a rich artistic talent.

"He Gui." The other party answered every question as always, while also remaining expressionless as always.

Ok.

I believe they have already shown the utmost politeness.

Jiang Chen nodded, and then made a surprising move.

He actually pulled out his wallet, casually pulled out a wad of bills—fresh US dollars, specially prepared for his trip abroad—and handed them to the other person without even counting them.

"Hard."

Is this a tip?

He truly lives up to his reputation as a super capitalist—generous, domineering, and treating money like dirt.

Crane returned motionless, the image of Franklin on the US dollar bill reflected in his pupils, turning the emptiness into a moment of stunned silence.

Look.

This is the power of the dollar.

wrong.

It is Mr. Jiang's unique ability.

Being with him can be disorienting if you're not careful, leaving you feeling lost and unable to keep up, to the point of losing your composure.

"Swish."

Seeing that the other party didn't accept the bill, Mr. Jiang seemed to think that the other party felt it wasn't enough, so he took out a few more bills and put them together.

"Take it."

Unsurprisingly, the other party should be somewhat at a loss, or even at a loss, at this moment.

Nobody's money comes from thin air. The rich in China may be the richest group in the world right now, but they are not stupid. Jiang Chen did not continue to increase the stakes. As he walked forward, he put away his wallet and stuffed a wad of US dollars into the other person's hand as they passed by.

Lacking the boss's generosity and offering no thanks, the two gradually distanced themselves, neither looking back.

The copper bells on the eaves are decorated with flowing cloud patterns, pure and rust-free. They make a soft, clear sound when the wind blows, and then blend into the stillness. The ancient pavilion in the corner of the courtyard is covered with blue tiles, and the tile ends are engraved with Sanskrit. Inside the pavilion, the round rosewood table is smooth and clean, and a celadon vase stands empty beside the table. The glaze is lustrous and simple. The whole courtyard must have been designed by a Chinese designer. It has a profound sense of antiquity, and luxury is hidden in the details. It is quiet but not lonely, secluded but not cold.

"Wow—"

Stepping onto the eaves, Jiang Chen paused for a moment, seemingly to adjust his mindset, before reaching out and slowly pulling open the shoji door.

A warm feeling, accompanied by a sophisticated incense aroma, wafted over, filling my nostrils and calming my restless heart.

inside the house.

Before the desk, a woman knelt, holding a book in her hands. Her long, black hair fell over her shoulders, and her traditional kimono covered her white stockings, revealing only the tips of her toes.

A pair of wooden clogs were placed in front of the door.

It seemed as if they had anticipated the arrival of guests.

Jiang Chen followed local customs, took off his shoes, put on wooden clogs, and slowly closed the door, shutting his figure out from the coldness of the outside world.

As if she were deaf, the gentle and serene woman in a kimono turned the pages of her book, seemingly unaware that someone had entered.

Jiang Chen breathed softly and walked towards it in his wooden clogs.

"Where is she?"

Ok.

Although the other person had their head down and their face was obscured by long hair, he was certain that the other person was not a widow celebrating a wedding or funeral.

As the saying goes...

One day husband and one hundred days of grace.

If someone is about to have children for themselves and doesn't even understand this much, then they are truly heartless.

The other person still ignored him, absorbed in their own world.

It must be said that reading in this climate and environment is indeed a top-notch enjoyment.

Jiang Chen, who was ignored, was not impatient. After knowing each other for so long and even having a child, how could he not understand that devilish nature?

Every time we meet, we have to arrange a little incident for him.

Jiang Chen, unfazed, sat down with an air of nonchalance. He wasn't kneeling; while the Japanese posture might seem ergonomic and comfortable, he simply couldn't sit like that. If it were Fujiwara no Reiki, he might have been a little too comfortable being a father, but since it wasn't Fujiwara no Reiki, he naturally didn't care.

One leg is on the ground, the other is raised, and the elbow is resting on the raised knee, which is quite casual, even wild.

Not only that, Mr. Jiang, who had no idea how to be a guest, picked up the snacks on the table and stuffed them into his mouth without saying a word.

They're not afraid of being poisoned at all.

It seemed to taste pretty good; after taking a bite, he reached into another plate.

Didn't you say you weren't hungry?
"Pour me a glass of water."

He clapped his hands.

"Is this what they call a land of etiquette?"

at last.

The seemingly cultured woman reacted, but her gaze remained fixed on the book.

Despite being ignored and ridiculed, Boss Jiang remained unperturbed. Even while pregnant, that enchanting woman's true nature remained unchanged, and she always managed to provide him with novel experiences.

Regardless of his inner thoughts, Jiang Chen knew he couldn't show weakness on the surface. Although there were only two people here, there was definitely an invisible pair of eyes watching them.

If this gets out, he could manipulate him with impunity just because he's a child, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

With a "whoosh," Jiang Chen reached out and forcefully snatched the book from the other person's hand.

"presumptuous!"

Ah.

What's going on here?
Jiang Chen didn't care. He glanced down and found that it was all in Japanese, which he couldn't understand, so he threw it back to the other person.

coincidence.

Definitely a coincidence.

The book hit the person's chest and then fell into their arms.

Jiang Chen raised his head and frowned slightly. He looked at the other person who was also raising his head. It wasn't out of apology, but rather because he was surprised by the other person's appearance.

This time, she wasn't just another face in the crowd. She had fair and delicate skin, a high nose bridge, full lips, and a rounded, noble facial structure. Her jawline was also exquisite and three-dimensional. The anger in her eyes was, in Jiang Chen's eyes, nothing more than cosmetics.

Despite her advanced age, her flowing long hair remains smooth and beautiful.

The phrase "still retains her charm" perfectly embodies this.

That's right.

Let alone Mr. Jiang, even an ordinary man could tell that this woman was not young; she was at least in her forties.

But what does it matter?

The older you get, the more charming you become.

Not everyone likes an eighteen-year-old girl.

Just like wine.

The longer it ages, the more mellow its flavor becomes.

The other person's lifelike demeanor and noble air, especially, was the icing on the cake, raising her score to another level.

Why does Boss Jiang have such complicated feelings towards that monster?

This is the reason.

Who doesn't want more color in their life?
"May I have your name."

Okay.

Is this another time to give tips or performance fees?

The woman whom Jiang Chen had identified as a top-tier mature woman was stunned for a moment, and the anger surging in her eyes subsided slightly.

"Private mother."

Jiang Chen frowned.

Japanese.

He didn't know much, only things like "baka" and "ya maidi," while the other person's explanation was more complicated.

However, he heard the two words for "mother" that sounded similar to Chinese, but then suspected he had misheard or misunderstood them.
"Are you scolding me?"

The pent-up anger gradually subsided until it disappeared completely, and the sophisticated young woman, who had said something unintelligible, stood up.

"I'll go pour you some tea."

It's back to Chinese now. (End of Chapter)