I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The traditional Japanese-style room exudes elegance and composure. The wooden interior is complemented by a clean white paper door that surrounds the entire room. The floor is covered with tatami mats woven from rushes, which have a light and dry fragrance. The mats feel soft and slightly elastic underfoot, and Mr. Jiang did not feel any stiffness when he sat down.

The room is sparsely furnished, with a low beechwood table and a plain-colored cushion beside it. The walls are left blank, with a short scroll of a dry landscape painting hanging on one side. In a corner, a preserved winter plum blossom is placed in a rough pottery vase. The paper door leads to the side, where a thin bamboo blind is half-rolled up, allowing a glimpse of the bluestone and slender bamboo outside.

Jiang Chen deliberately didn't draw the curtains, listening to the wind passing through the eaves, causing the curtain tassels to sway gently, smelling the scent of grass, wood, and very faint incense, and then closed his eyes.

It's not a false sleep.

Instead, he was meditating and seeking enlightenment.

As the saying goes, one must train one's muscles and skin externally, and cultivate one's inner strength internally.

Tempering the body alone is not enough; internal cultivation must also keep pace.

A long, long time ago, he saw a tutorial post on a forum: How can ordinary people cultivate themselves? It's not that profound or complicated. There's a very simple way: calm your mind, sit in meditation, empty your mind, and imagine your internal organs, your limbs, and the blood flowing in your veins...

The sage Wang Yangming once said...

One's understanding is self-sufficient and does not require external seeking.

What if the Taoist nun doesn't tell him?
One should never place one's hopes on others, but should strive for self-improvement.

three minutes.

ten minutes.

Half an hour.

When Boss Jiang opened his eyes, he didn't hear the barely perceptible footsteps in the corridor, nor did his pupils flash with pure golden light.

"call--"

He slowly exhaled, his hands slumped onto his knees.

She has no marriage line.

How exactly was it calculated?

"Sizzle."

The paper door was pulled open from the outside.

Jiang Chen subconsciously sniffed.

She's definitely not a Taoist nun.

The Taoist nun's body fragrance was so unique that he was all too familiar with it.

The smell that drifted over... was mixed with an indescribable fishy odor.

He turned around.

It's cherry blossom.

He was carrying a multi-layered rosewood food box.

Ok.

The Taoist nun has eaten, but Boss Jiang is still hungry.

"What does it mean?"

It wasn't surprising that Sakura brought him food, but what puzzled Jiang Chen was that a stack of US dollars was placed in front of him before the food box.

Franklin.

what's going on?

They not only provide free room and board, but they also give away dollars?

Is this the structure of Japan's top aristocratic families?

"This is Mr. Jiang's money, please accept it."

My own money?

Sakura opened the food box and took out dishes one by one until she pulled open the last layer. The main dishes inside surprised even Boss Jiang, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies.

Seeing that she was about to take it out, Jiang Chen quickly stopped her, "Stop. Turn it off."

Sakura did as instructed, closing the last layer of the food box.

The sudden, intense fishy smell dissipated just as quickly, but the lingering aftertaste in the air was enough to irritate the nasal cavity.

Jiang Chen looked again at the stack of US dollars that had been placed on the table first.

"The crane returns?"

The setting sun slowly sank into the courtyard wall outside the curtain. Ying remained silent, simply setting out the tableware.

even.

Her service was so attentive that Jiang Chen didn't even have to lift a finger; she would put the food into his bowl for him.
No need to be surprised.

In the past, wealthy families in China were even more corrupt. Have you ever heard of the "meat screen"?

Jiang Chen, sitting cross-legged, sighed softly, a sigh tinged with helplessness and powerlessness.

"She really doesn't accumulate any good karma at all."

Before I got pregnant.

That's fine.

But now there is a little life.

Can't you think about the baby in your belly?

once.

Mr. Jiang was a staunch materialist, but as he came into contact with more and more powerful people and experienced more of the world, he gradually seemed to become less steadfast.

Expecting Sakura to give her opinion is definitely unrealistic. After serving the rice and picking out the vegetables, she knelt down beside him, supporting herself with her hands on his firm and elastic thighs, and reminded Boss Jiang that it was time to eat.

Jiang Chen picked up his chopsticks, glanced at the food box, and couldn't help but say, "Take it away."

Sakura obeyed and placed the food box on the ground, moving it out of Mr. Jiang's sight.

"Tell her to stop killing."

Although he knew it was probably just a pointless statement, Jiang Chen felt he still had an obligation to remind him.

Some people truly deserve to die.

And the cranes returned.

He was just a suicide soldier following orders.

negligible.

What good would it do to punish her, besides satisfying your immediate urges?
in contrast.

It will only strain the relationship with Mrs. Fujiwara.

Fortunately.

It's just a hand.

That's right.

The main dish lying on the last layer of the food box was a bloody hand, completely natural, with the flesh still attached to the bone, having undergone no cooking or processing, presenting the most essential form of the ingredient.

"He Gui deserves to die."

Sakura's response immediately left Boss Jiang speechless.

It was truly like casting pearls before swine.

Was it just that Fujiwara Reiki, as the mistress, went mad?

As a suicide squad member, one must be even more ruthless and cold-blooded.

"She's dead?"

Jiang Chen, sensing something amiss, put down his chopsticks.

"Ah."

It's not just that they died.

And it was broken into pieces.

Fortunately, the head was given to Madam Fujiwara, and the hand was brought over instead; otherwise, Boss Jiang probably wouldn't have had any appetite for this meal.

"Oh."

Boss Jiang laughed. Chopping off a hand is no big deal, but killing the person directly is like throwing Lady Fujiwara's face on the ground and trampling it.

She had clearly promised to let the crane return to its fold.

"Why didn't she just get rid of Lady Fujiwara as well?"

"Miss has already apologized to Madam."

"Apologize?"

Jiang Chen smiled wryly. He could hardly imagine the specific scene of the apology, but the image of Lady Fujiwara putting aside her pride to plead for her subordinates in front of him, an outsider, was still vivid in his mind.

But in the end, the person still died.

If the mother-daughter alliance doesn't break down now, it will definitely create a rift.

That freak is so well-versed in Chinese culture, doesn't he understand that those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles?

She was able to suppress Fujiwara Takuno largely thanks to Lady Fujiwara, but what if Lady Fujiwara were to turn against her...?

Put yourself in that aunt's shoes.

It's actually quite tragic.

son.

He's a beast.

Daughter.

He's another one who doesn't care about family or relatives.

So what if you have both a son and a daughter?
There's no one we can rely on.

Therefore, Mr. Jiang wasn't really angry when someone pointed a gun at him; it was just a matter of self-defense under duress.

If there were no children.

He even felt that the other person was very clear-headed and rational.

It is understood that one can act freely and without restraint.

After becoming pregnant and having a child, it seems like they become even more unrestrained.

Jiang Chen had a terrible headache. What if Lady Fujiwara couldn't bear the humiliation and actually poisoned the child?
As the matriarch of the Fujiwara family, if she truly harbored evil intentions, it would be impossible to guard against her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been robbed today and almost got shot.

Although today's formal contact suggests that Mrs. Fujiwara is not a sentimental person, one can't be too afraid of the worst.

Women are creatures that never follow science; who can guarantee that?

Moreover, there isn't a single normal person in this house.

Headache is a headache, but what's done is done. Don't dwell on these worries while eating, it will affect your appetite. Mr. Jiang put down his chopsticks, then, as if remembering something, tilted his head and asked, "Have you eaten? If not, let's eat together."

Sakura, who had initially appeared as a killing machine, suddenly froze, her eyes trembling slightly as she looked at Jiang Chen, seemingly in disbelief.

"what happened?"

Jiang Chen was surprised and puzzled.

Sakura didn't answer, the light in her eyes quickly fading as she lowered her head. "Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Have you eaten yet?

It was just a very ordinary inquiry.

But Sakura is a suicide soldier.

Let alone suicide soldiers, in some Japanese families, even women are not allowed to sit at the table to eat.

"Death squad" is just a tool.

The return of the crane is a prime example.

When she accepted the task, didn't she foresee her fate? Offending a powerful young lady at the height of her power, didn't she have any idea what her end would be like?
But what is the meaning of a suicide squad's life?
It's all for the sake of dying.

Not only did others think so, but they themselves also thought so. Yet Boss Jiang treated them with equal respect, even though they were tools that were ready to be discarded at any time.

Winning people's hearts.

This is a sure way to win people's hearts!
"You really won't eat?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

Sakura lowered her head and remained silent.

Jiang Chen didn't force her; he held his bowl, chewed slowly, and chatted with Ying.
"You did it yourself?"

"The solution to the Crane's Return?"

"Ah."

"Not a single scratch? That's impressive."

It's starting to seem more and more like they have malicious intentions.

"Mr. Jiang's friend is the real expert."

It seems that her trip to the East China Sea left an indelible impression on her.

Will this create inner demons?

Jiang Chen smiled and comforted her, "There's no need to compare yourself to her, she's cheating."

"Mr. Jiang was frightened today."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen quickly raised his left hand, which was not holding chopsticks, and said, "You're underestimating me. This little scene is nothing to mention."

I'm not showing off.

Sakura rushed in and witnessed it firsthand.

Even with a gun pointed at him, Boss Jiang's back remained straight.

"The lady was just putting on an act; she meant me no harm."

What can I do?
The baby is eleven weeks old.

I can only take on that responsibility.

That monster can be so arrogant and reckless, but he can't.

Sakura tried to serve him more food, but Jiang Chen refused.

He has the status, but his mindset isn't right. He really can't adapt to this life of being waited on hand and foot.

"What time does Madam usually go to bed?"

Jiang Chen remained calm and suddenly asked a question.

"Ten o'clock."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Later, take me to visit Madam."

He wanted to go by himself.

but.

I don't know the way.

"Don't tell your young lady."

Jiang Chen added.

Visiting the lady is not impossible, but this last request is extremely unreasonable.

A suicide soldier is only responsible to his master.

Just like the crane that returned home knowing its fate would be tragic, yet still went without hesitation.

No wonder he invited them to dine with him and praised them earlier; that was his real purpose.

Logically, Sakura should have refused outright or ignored it, but this assassin trained by the Fujiwara family nodded without hesitation or thought.

"Ah."

Simply put, it's just one word.

It weighs as much as a thousand pounds.

Is this to grant a simple request?
No.

This is a matter of life and death entrusted to us.

If Fujiwara no Reiki found out and blamed her, Tsurugi's head would be at the bottom of the pond and his hands in the food box, but she would die a more miserable death than Tsurugi.

Jiang Chen was well aware of how demanding his request was for the other party, so he was slightly taken aback when he saw Ying agree without hesitation.

Seeing that the assassin rarely looked up and stared directly at him, Jiang Chen opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He picked up a rice ball and put it in his mouth, then asked a completely unrelated question.

"Any of you suicide squad members who are willing to die for your cause manage to retire alive?"

They're becoming increasingly lacking in boundaries.

This time, Sakura did not answer.

"If you leave here and become an ordinary person, do you know how to live?"

Jiang Chen asked again.

Sakura remained silent.

Do you want to leave here?

As Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks, he said, "I'm not joking with you. You must know very well about my relationship with your young lady. Perhaps all of you are afraid of her, but she will still listen to me. If you want to leave, I can help you put in a word. You might become the first assassin here to resign alive."

Jiang Chen said calmly, "Don't rush to answer me. Think it over. You only have one chance."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Sakura thanked her again, and although she didn't reply, her calm tone spoke volumes.

Japanese.

They are indeed good at brainwashing.

Is the rope to escape the abyss right in front of you, yet you discard it like a worn-out shoe?
"Okay. Never mind."

Sakura suddenly turned around.

Simultaneously.

The door was pulled open.

The Taoist nun stood at the doorway, her eyes meeting those of Sakura, who was kneeling inside the room.

Oops.

Embarrassed.

This time there was no big fight. The Taoist nun was quite adorable; she seemed not to have seen anything and walked in calmly.

"Your senior sister is looking for you."

She was holding a cell phone in her hand.

Lan Peizhi?
Jiang Chen was surprised, then whispered to Ying, "You go out first."

Sakura got up and walked past the Taoist nun.

Has he forgotten?
Or is it about interpersonal relationships and social interactions?

Sakura left.

The door closed.

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered. He put down his chopsticks, took the phone from the Taoist nun, and before he could even say hello, a compliment came from the other end.

"You've got guts."

Jiang Chen looked up and glanced at the Taoist nun.

Did the Taoist nun betray him?
Shouldn't.

That's not her personality.

They don't have that kind of mind.

Li Shurui?
Even less likely.

Li Shurui and this Blood Guanyin could not possibly have such a close interaction.

Then.

Princess Cao was the only one who called from the plane.

Didn't the two have a falling out over Jin Hai's land acquisition in Beijing?

really.

A woman's temperament is unpredictable.

"The people around you are probably all quite bold."

If you've already taken care of your parents, is there any need to be timid and hesitant anymore?

Did you notice? When facing this terrifying Blood Guanyin, Boss Jiang unconsciously switched styles, even changing the balance of power.

Lan Peizhi could certainly sense the other party's firmness. Yes, she had no right to restrict the other party's personal freedom, but she had jurisdiction over the Taoist nun.

"Bring Duanmu back."

Boss Jiang was tough, but she was even tougher, her tone leaving no room for doubt, hitting Jiang Chen's weak spot.

"I didn't ask her to be your bodyguard."

No?
Am I just being delusional again?

Jiang Chen didn't back down. "The dungeon has already started, how can you quit halfway through? Do you still want the Imperial Seal?"

It quieted down over there.

"Wait for me, I'll bring you back the Imperial Seal of the State."

No.

Isn't the reward a ninja element?

How did it become the Imperial Seal of the State?

Without giving the other person a chance to speak or even come to their senses, Comrade Jiang Chen gracefully cut off the call, put down his phone, and looked at the Taoist nun.

"Would you like some more?" (End of Chapter)