I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Besides raising a sword and knee, holding a staff across the chest, using a light knife with one hand, and touching the lower back with the hand that Boss Jiang used, there is another starting move that should also serve as a warning when roaming the martial arts world.

That's right.

It's just—tilting your head and smoothing your hair.

And compared to the previous methods, this one is even more difficult to defend against.

This is not.

Mr. Jiang paid a heavy price for this.

—16 minutes and 53 seconds.

That's how precise it is.

But is this time considered fast?
of course.

Regardless of speed, it's definitely not Boss Jiang's normal level; his performance is influenced by the environment.

His rivals are not ordinary women, nor are they just any beauties. Once you reach a certain social class, the allure of a beautiful woman diminishes linearly. What upper-class people are after is taste and status.

For example, most celebrities in the entertainment industry are not as good-looking as the average person, so why are they favored by the wealthy and powerful?

There's a song lyric that goes something like that.

You don't want me, you just want that kind of vanity.

What the tycoons are after is nothing more than the halo of celebrities; this kind of spiritual satisfaction far surpasses physical pleasure.

Fujiwara no Reiki was certainly not a court entertainer.

She is the behind-the-scenes controller of the Fujiwara family.

Chair of the bilateral joint development conference.

princess.

A role model for a new generation of chaste women in Japan.

widow.

Add to that the perilous environment of an open door where someone could break in at any moment...

With all these factors combined, how could it not perform poorly?

Boss Jiang slumped onto the table, his soul seemingly leaving his body, like a hollow shell, letting the other party zip up his pants.

It felt like my body had been hollowed out.

I kind of have that feeling.

Logically, one should rinse their mouth with water at this time, but "logic" is for ordinary people.

After serving Jiang Chen, the princess swallowed with a "gulp," fully demonstrating the hospitality of a top-tier aristocratic family. Her face was serene, and she seemed to enjoy it immensely. She even licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Waste is shameful.

And not all milk is called Tesuren.

The air was peaceful and quiet, with a faint, unusual smell lingering in the air.

Fortunately, the door was open and the ventilation was good, so the commotion dissipated quickly.

"Jiang Sang...cough..."

Fujiwara Reiki tried to speak, but her voice became hoarse and her throat felt uncomfortable, so she uncontrollably covered her mouth and coughed.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes slightly, unsure whether he felt ashamed or proud.

So-called loyalty is nothing more than not having enough incentive to betray.

The so-called gentleman is simply someone who hasn't yet encountered his own beautiful woman.

Let's cheer on Boss Jiang!

He has absolutely no reason to blame himself.

It's not that his moral standards are lacking; such a stunning beauty, if she so desired, would be irresistible to every man in the world.

"Jiang Sang's gold wasn't given away for nothing, was it?"

Once the discomfort in her throat subsided, Fujiwara Reiki spoke again.

Yesterday I thought she had changed; she was gentle, virtuous, and radiant with maternal love...

It's all an illusion.

Did you know that bubble baths in Tokyo are currently on sale?

Jiang Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and replied in a listless manner that made people laugh.

One hundred tons of gold, measured in just over ten minutes?

Even if it was a joke, it was way too outrageous.

They're only bullying Mr. Jiang because he's an intellectual. If it were a country bumpkin, he'd probably yell, "Is it diamond-encrusted? No, it can't be diamond-encrusted no matter what!"

"A bubble bath is just a fleeting pleasure."

Fujiwara Reiki showed no shame, smiling gently, "I offer lifelong service."

That makes some sense.

But it seems there aren't many.

The so-called lifetime service actually has a time limit; a woman's prime years are roughly twenty years at most.

Using 100 tons of gold as the numerator and 20 years as the denominator, the result is equally shocking.

However, he wasn't in the mood to argue with her about math problems. The gold was his own doing; no one forced him to give it to her. It was petty of him to be so calculating after showing off.

"This gold is not for you."

Mr. Jiang suppressed the overwhelming sense of morality that was washing over him.

The princess certainly didn't have such worries, and her smile grew even gentler. "I know, it's for my mother. But with Jiang Sang asking for such a heavy dowry, my mother can't possibly provide an equivalent dowry."

Not only the Fujiwara family, but even the most prominent Japanese financial groups couldn't possibly produce 100 tons of gold.

Whether or not one can afford to return the dowry is one thing; whether or not one is willing to return is another.

Attitude is the most important thing.

Some families treat marriage like selling vegetables at a market; they see it as a transaction, a simple exchange of goods and people. A dowry? That's just wishful thinking.

Even a single sentence from Fujiwara Reiki could offer some psychological comfort.

Does Boss Jiang need a dowry?

Of course we don't lack it.

"I'll be thankful if your mom stops causing trouble."

Jiang Chen let out a breath.

"Don't worry, Jiang Sang. I can guarantee that Mother is completely devoted to her and will never betray us again."

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal, his gaze falling on the other person's lower abdomen.

Fujiwara Reiki stroked her belly and looked down as well, saying, "The baby says, 'Thank you, Daddy.'"

Is one hundred tons of gold meant for this monster?
Or perhaps it was given to the still-charming Lady Fujiwara?

neither.

Instead, it carries the helpless paternal love of a new father.

I'm reminded of that old, tired line.

Regardless of the relationship between the adults.

Children are always innocent.

Jiang Chen gradually drifted off into thought, his expression unreadable.

"When did Jiang Sang become a mine owner?"

Fujiwara Reiki spoke casually, seemingly making small talk.

Mr. Jiang did not answer.

How much gold does Jiang Sang have?

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Jiang Sang~"

Fujiwara Reiki pouted and covered her stomach, blocking the other person's view, "I'm talking to you."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

"..."

Thai pants are hot.

Also.

People are not enough to swallow elephants.

One hundred tons, isn't that enough?
"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just asking. Does Jiang Sang think I would steal it?"

Mr. Jiang didn't respond, which was quite cool.

Her mother probably didn't know her husband's capabilities, but she was.

"Jiang Sang should have 500 tons, right?"

Five hundred tons.

Women's imaginations truly have no limits.

Or, as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

To reiterate, gold is not just equivalent to currency; five hundred tons of gold reserves would put us among the top ten in the world!
What are you trying to say?

Fujiwara Reiki's eyes suddenly lit up!
She was just testing the waters, guessing at the highest possible level, but the other person's concise response gave her the answer.

She knows her man well.

I never brag.

The fact that he didn't deny it is enough to explain the situation.

A scholar should be treated with new respect after three days of separation.
It feels like the last time we met, he was a billionaire; the next time we meet, he's the richest man in the world.

"Jiang Sang has excellent foresight. In the Age of Exploration, there was no resource more reliable than gold."

An intense love permeated the air.

The princess's eyes were like a volcano about to erupt.

Mr. Jiang remained calm and composed, oblivious to the other person's words, letting them fall to the ground.

If it were anyone else, it would be a little awkward, but who is the princess? In this relationship, she is the one who takes the initiative.

"Jiang Sang, I have a favor to ask..."

"Shut your mouth."

As if he had expected, Boss Jiang was straightforward. Fujiwara Reiki's eyes held a hint of resentment, "I won't take it for free, I'll buy it."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed. One hundred tons of gold could support the yen's decline, but it wasn't enough to reverse the trend.

“There are many sellers outside.”

Fujiwara Reiki became even more resentful.

This is not nonsense.

Gold can be bought internationally, but that requires foreign exchange.

Japanese yen won't do.

If there were sufficient foreign exchange reserves, there would be no crisis.

"Fifty tons, I only need fifty tons."

Fifty tons.

How is this quantifier used together with "as long as"?

Did you think you were buying Chinese cabbage?

"Can you come up with that many dollars?"

Mr. Jiang asked with a calm expression.

As capitalists, we must distinguish between public and private matters; the past is the past, and the present is the present.

"Not right now."

Fujiwara Reiki said, "Therefore, I would like to discuss with Eisan the possibility of making payments in installments."

"In batches? How long?"

"I'm not entirely sure myself at the moment."

What do you mean?
A worthless check?

Boss Jiang, unyielding and impartial, decisively said, "Then let's talk about it after you've made up your mind."

“I’m not lying. Thanks to Fujiwara Takuno’s efforts, he has obtained the currency swap contract. When the time comes, I will be able to use dollars to make the payment.”

Upon hearing this, Boss Jiang fell silent.

This is……

A monkey picking peaches?

You've already prepared to harvest the fruit from the trees that others have planted. What would the Fujiwara clan chief think if he found out?

Did you ask for his opinion?

"He won't have any objections."

Fujiwara Reiki's smile was gentle and charming, yet filled with a strong sense of danger.

I reckon they're not just planning to pick fruit.

They're probably planning to bury the tree planters in the ground at the right time to serve as nutrients.

"Jiang Sang, is it okay?"

Fujiwara Reiki's eyelashes fluttered, her gentle and affectionate demeanor making her irresistible.

Human hearts are made of flesh.

It's about buying, not wanting.

After all, the other party is the child's mother.

"Write an IOU."

"I said expressionlessly."

"Jiang Sang~"

This time it wasn't grievance, it was sweetness and joy. If it weren't for his health, Her Highness would probably have to pay interest in advance again.

"I can give you the gold all at once, but payment will be based on the specific gold price at that time."

Boss Jiang is meticulous.

Fujiwara Reiki answered without hesitation, "Okay."

Gold prices fluctuate; they have doubled in two years and may double again in the future.

"Tell your mom to send an invitation to the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament to your brother's new friend."

"That's what Boss Jiang said."

Martial arts conference?

This is the second time I've heard this term today.

"it is good."

Fujiwara Reiki nodded obediently.

What's going on?

Without even asking a single question?
Could there really be such a grand event?
Mr. Jiang stood up coolly, and as he walked out, he paused, saying, "Take good care of the children."

What does it mean to be the son of a wealthy family?

That's it.

Fujiwara Reiki automatically interpreted this as taking care of herself, and said meekly, "Anyone who wants to harm the baby will have to step over my dead body."

"A scourge can last for a thousand years."

When Fujiwara Reiki looked up, she only saw the man's back as he stepped out the door.
She smiled slightly, her eyes dreamy, and rested her hand on her belly, "Baby, Daddy is really stubborn."

When Boss Jiang found the Taoist nun, he witnessed an unexpected scene.

She was with a little girl.

"Your Highness."

The little girl turned her head, gave a slight curtsy, and said, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Chen approached, "How could Your Highness..."

"Mei is here to see her sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law.

Jiang Chen almost didn't react at first, and it took him a while to realize who it was referring to.

"Miss Duanmu told Mr. Mei Jiang that he was with his sister-in-law."

She's so sensible.

Knowing that my sister-in-law was having trouble, I didn't bother her.

Jiang Chen glanced at the Taoist nun beside him. "Yes, I just chatted with the princess about something."

Princess Mei nodded, still behaving like a little adult, just like before.

It's hard to be prejudiced against children; it's human nature. Other Japanese people would never have gotten so close to the Taoist nun.

"Your Highness seems to have grown taller."

Mei smiled with her eyes narrowed, raised her hand, and gestured with two fingers, "Yes, you've grown a little taller."

After she finished speaking, she seemed a little dejected.

"But it still doesn't meet the standard."

Japanese people are generally short, especially the royal family; this is a genetic issue.

Of course, one shouldn't harbor too much malice towards children, especially if one is about to become a father.

"If Your Highness wants to grow taller, you can eat more vegetables. I guarantee it will work."

"Yeah."

Mei's eyes lit up. She looked up at the Shenzhou man who always made her feel warm, "Can Mei grow as tall as Miss Duanmu?"

That's... probably unrealistic.

Let alone the genetic defects of the Japanese imperial family, there are very few women who can reach the height of the Taoist nun.

"She grew so tall because she likes to eat vegetables."

Mr. Jiang's answer was irrelevant, but it was still a statement of fact.

The Taoist nun used to live on the mountain. The old Taoist priest always drank on credit, so how could he afford to feed his disciple such lavish meals?

This simple sentence reflects Mr. Jiang's strict standards of conduct.

We don't lie to women.

Even children.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

There's no need to thank me.

That's incredibly polite.

"Playing badminton more often can also help you grow taller."

"Yes, Mei has noted it down."

Princess Mei nodded solemnly, her cheeks flushed red from the weather, like little apples. She looked up at Jiang Chen, as if she wanted to say something.

Boss Jiang noticed her hesitation and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little girl mustered her courage and asked, "Why didn't Mr. Jiang bring Brother Martial Saint this time?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then smiled.

"You didn't tell me either."

The little girl lowered her head, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.

It turns out that children this age already know how to be shy.

"I'll definitely bring him next time."

Jiang Chen thoughtfully changed the subject, easing the little girl's embarrassment, and extended an invitation, "You can also go to Shenzhou to see him."

The little girl looked up again, biting her lip in distress, "No..."

Jiang Chen understood and winked at her, "You can ask your sister-in-law for help, she'll have a solution."

Mei was lost in thought, then let out a soft "hmm" and her single eyelids drooped.

"Sister-in-law can also go see Mr. Jiang."

"..."

Jiang Chen's expression froze. (End of Chapter)