I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Having a son and winning the game, one would expect someone to be feeling young again, or rather, riding high on success.

But on the way back, he frowned and looked deep in thought, as if he had something on his mind.

Is she worried about her son's future house and car?
But houses and cars aren't worth much these days, let alone when the next generation grows up.

A daughter also needs a dowry.

Amidst the black tiles and gray walls weathered by time, the words spoken by the Taoist nun kept swirling and echoing in Jiang Chen's mind.

boy.

The Taoist nun's words, though seemingly golden, have become a prophecy.

Her accurate prediction of the child's gender is enough to make people reasonably speculate that what she said at the time might have been a glimpse into the future.
He will die if he does not become emperor.

The Taoist nun sister undoubtedly refers to the power struggle within the imperial court.

and so.

Who could threaten the little princess's life?
It could only be within the Japanese imperial family.

And the pregnant woman who just confirmed she was carrying a boy was none other than a member of the royal family.

"Ring ring..."

The video ringtone interrupted Mr. Jiang's reverie.

I took out my phone and checked.

He is the God of War.

"Brothers, I feel so empty, lonely, and cold without you all here..."

The video showed the increasingly handsome face of the Martial Saint, but his expression was not good; his eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, and he looked miserable.

This kid is naturally gifted, but he doesn't care about being handsome at all.

With Boss Jiang, Duanmu Liuli, and Li Shurui all away, he was indeed all alone.

"You can go to your sister."

Jiang Chen gave him advice as they walked.

"NONONO..."

The Martial Saint shook his head vigorously, "Then I might as well fly over here to find you."

"Stop dreaming."

Jiang Chen knew perfectly well that this kid was testing him, and immediately nipped his wishful thinking in the bud: "You can't come."

"Why? I'm on monthly leave. I'll pay for my own plane ticket."

"If you don't believe me, you can try it and see if you get to the airport first or get caught by your sister's people first."

"Brother, you're kidding me. If you don't tell me and I don't tell me, how will she know?"

"You can give it a try."

The Martial Saint wilted, looking dejected, like a frostbitten eggplant. "Brother, if only I were an only child."

Jiang Chen, who was filled with worry, was amused by the boy. "You should be grateful. If only I had a sister like that..."

Okay.

That's just how people are.

Always envying others.

"Hehe, brother, if you had a sister like me, you'd be doomed. You wouldn't be able to do anything, and you'd have to be mindful of her feelings when you tried to find a wife."

This kid's thinking getting way too far ahead.

"Your sister is only doing this for your own good. Do you really think I came to Japan for fun?"

"Isn't that right, brother? Mei told me everything."

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered. "You guys were chatting again?"

"We chatted."

On the screen, Wu Sheng nodded. "Brother, I faithfully followed your orders and never bothered her. She was the one who messaged me, saying she bumped into you at her sister-in-law's house. Brother, is that the wealthy family we went to the funeral with last time? That girl, ugh, that sister was really beautiful. Did she marry that short, ugly prince? Sigh, why is the world always like this? All the good cabbages are eaten by pigs."

Although ignorance is no excuse, Boss Jiang still felt somewhat uncomfortable listening to the Martial Saint's rambling.

"Watch your words. Aren't you afraid of being targeted with a global manhunt?"

The Martial Saint covered his mouth and said, "Sorry."

"What else are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. This girl is too polite. I don't really like chatting with her; it's tiring."

"Have you forgotten that she is a real princess?"

"So what if she's a princess? Which family around here hasn't produced nobles? Our Wu family even had an emperor!"

emperor?

Jiang Chen subconsciously thought for a moment, but couldn't recall any dynasty whose emperor had the surname Wu.

"The Wu family has produced an emperor?"

"Wu Zetian!"

The Martial Saint was full of vigor and pride.

"..."

No problem.

We successfully tricked this kid.

"If this were during the Tang Dynasty, our Wu family wouldn't even give a barbarian princess a second glance."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you sure your family is from Wu Zetian's lineage? Do you have a family tree?"

The Martial Saint chuckled and curled his lip, "Brother, why are you taking it so seriously? When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity."

Jiang Chen's smile widened. No wonder the young girl was willing to chat with this guy; he's a real character.

He's handsome and a funny guy.

This is extremely damaging to precocious children.

"Your identity is something you gave yourself, but who knows, it might actually be a female emperor someday."

"what?"

The Martial Saint froze, his face showing surprise and doubt. "Brother, what did you say? Who's the Empress? Mei?"

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal.

"You must be joking. She's a woman."

"Women can't be emperors. Your ancestor Wu Zetian was also a woman."

The Martial Saint opened his mouth. He hadn't researched the history of Japan and didn't know if there was a female emperor, nor did he care. But if a female emperor appeared in modern society, that would be too absurd.

"Impossible, surely the royal family doesn't have any men in their daily lives?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything.

"I go."

The Martial Saint straightened his face and said, "Brother, you don't have some inside information, do you? Then I'll have to be more careful when I talk to her in the future."

A princess is a princess.

In Japan, where men are superior to women, it was worthless.

But the Emperor is different.

Although I have a deep-seated prejudice against ordinary people, I must admit that my childhood friendship with the Emperor and our close personal relationship is definitely something I can brag about.

With mixed feelings, Boss Jiang suddenly had a wicked idea and said, "Didn't you want to rebel against your sister's tyranny?"

"Yes."

The Martial Saint answered without hesitation.

"If you were to marry the Emperor, would you still need to consider your sister's feelings?"

The Martial Saint froze, his mouth involuntarily agape, his eyes wide as bronze bells. After a long while, he stammered:
"...Just kidding, bro."

"This might be your only chance to turn your life around."

Boss Jiang paused for a moment, then continued his relentless accusations, "And you will go down in history, become the pride of China, and an idol revered by all men of China."

You know what?

That's absolutely true.

Spending money across the ocean to ride a porn star is considered bringing glory to the country, let alone taking down the Japanese emperor, the spiritual totem of Japan.

If this were to become a reality, the whole country would be in an uproar. Whether or not Wu Zetian is on the family tree would be irrelevant; the family tree would definitely dedicate a page to her, and future generations would feel immense pride in having her as their ancestor.

The Martial Saint must have been successfully led astray by someone; his blank face suddenly turned flushed with excitement, as if he had experienced an internal orgasm.

national hero.

National pride.

Anti-Japanese ambassador.

……

Countless exciting titles swirled through his mind.

But soon, he snapped back to reality.

That girl was definitely not his type.

"A true man should pledge his life to the country."

Boss Jiang seemed to know what he was going to say and said in advance:
"Young man, the road is under your own feet. Who knows if today's nobody will one day be famous throughout the world?"

If the older sister found out, without a doubt, she'd grab her belt again. Superficial injuries wouldn't cut it; a broken leg would be a certainty.

Showing no remorse for misleading the younger generation, Boss Jiang put his phone back in his pocket, glanced over the courtyard wall, looked at the distant mountains, and his brows returned to their normal state.

If fate can be foreseen, then reasoning backwards is enough to illustrate a point.

Fate is constant.

Just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

The Taoist nun's ambiguous situation is not due to the uncertainty of fate, but simply because her "skill" is insufficient.

and so.

What he said to the Martial Saint has no real impact. If, just if, the Martial Saint truly becomes a pillar of China in the future, it means that this is his predetermined destiny, not something he has been "bewitched" by today.

Back in the courtyard.

Boss Jiang went straight to the Taoist nun's room, but no one was there. He searched every room but couldn't find any trace of her. Just as he was about to make a phone call, the Taoist nun walked into the courtyard.

"Where did they go?"

Jiang Chen went to meet him.

"Look at those children."

"Child?"

"Ah."

Jiang Chen was puzzled. He looked at the Daoist nun, who was practically a demigod, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He tentatively asked, "Are there any children here?"

How come I've never seen him before?

The Taoist nun nodded again, and pointed in the direction with her eyes, looking towards the southeast corner, "Over there."

will not.

The child she's referring to, is it neutrino?

"Do you want to go take a look?"

Duanmu Liuli asked.

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then shook his head without thinking. What are you looking at? How could he see that?
He doesn't have the third eye.

"never mind."

As he spoke, he asked in confusion, "Would they all come out in broad daylight?"

Duanmu Liuli shut her mouth, and it took her a while to understand.
"Alive".

She explained it concisely.

"Live?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

"Yes, I'm practicing martial arts."

Jiang Chen suddenly realized.

The underlying logic of the world still follows science, but even the most sophisticated system is bound to have bugs, and people like the Taoist nun are among the few bugs in this grand system.

The children she was referring to were, without a doubt, the assassins trained by the Fujiwara family, namely Sakura and Tsurugi when they were young, and also Fujiwara Reiki.

"So, how are those kids?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

The fact that they were allowed to visit such a place shows that the Fujiwara family was indeed giving them the highest level of hospitality.

"If the training method is wrong and the body is severely overworked, most of them will not be able to continue until adulthood."

Duanmu Liuli gave an irrelevant answer.

Even in the workplace, there's a bottom-ranking elimination system, let alone the training of assassins. Jiang Chen had seen related movies before. The main characters were several women who received training from an assassin organization from a young age until they started working. It could be said that every day they stepped over the corpses of their "comrades." The process was simply shocking. The cruelty of reality is often even more terrifying than in the movies.

"For those children, dying early means being reborn sooner."

Jiang Chen smiled, his expression indifferent, calm, and magnanimous.

Duanmu Liuli was indifferent and serene.

Taoism is not Buddhism; Taoism never advocates excessive compassion. So she simply stood on the wall, watching from the sidelines as the children, dressed only in thin underwear in the freezing weather, reached into the fire pit with their scarred hands to grab scalding hot chestnuts to stave off hunger. Their eyes were filled with fear, yet their expressions did not tremble in the slightest…

wrong.

Standing on the wall?

Ok.

Even if the Fujiwara family were very hospitable, they would never invite guests to visit such an inappropriate place.

"You guessed very accurately."

Jiang Chen changed the subject, "It is indeed a boy."

That hit the nail on the head, and Duanmu Liuli didn't show any arrogance; her "smug" demeanor made Boss Jiang want to laugh.

If someone has that kind of ability, why would they need to ask him for gold?

Go open a gender verification center.

Guaranteed to make a fortune every day.

However, obtaining a business license is a bit difficult.

"I have a question for you."

Boss Jiang rubbed his chin, feigning nonchalance, "Does your senior sister know this trick?"

"do not know."

Duanmu Liuli simply said that most of the time, she had the same expression, making it impossible for anyone to discern anything from her face.

Since he'd already been seen through, Boss Jiang decided to stop hiding it and asked, "Does your senior sister have a marriage line?"

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Liuli's calm yet vast pupils flickered.

Without her saying a word, Boss Jiang waved his hand, spread his five fingers, and said generously, "Five ingots."

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Since it's fortune telling, how can you not pay?

However, usually people only do fortune telling for themselves. When you tell someone else's fortune, do you get their permission first?
This is a clear case of infringement.

Duanmu Liuli ignored him, and remained unmoved.

really.

Taoist nuns love money, but they acquire it in a proper way.

She's not willing to earn just any gold.

Jiang Chen, who was mentally prepared, wasn't disappointed. He touched his nose and slowly lowered his hand. But just then, he suddenly heard:

"You'll have to pay more."

"..."

Jiang Chen's eyes widened, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Ruined.

He discovered a bug in the server: by continuously adding gold coins, he could predict the server's future direction and gain an edge over others.

Damn.

The Taoist nun has been by my side for so long, and I'm only realizing now that I've only ever treated her as a top-notch henchman. What a waste!
However, it's not too late.

"How much?"

"Ten ingots."

Duanmu Liuli just spouts whatever comes to mind; she really has no concept of money at all.

Are you taking him for a fool?

A fortune telling costs this much?
But who's to blame?

It's all because someone created a solid persona of being "foolish and rich." If they were stingy and asked for money, that would be an insult.

"Seven ingots. No more than that."

Unbelievably, Mr. Jiang started haggling.

The Taoist nun didn't speak, she just shook her head, the meaning was simple, two words—no way.
"Eight ingots."

as predicted.

He immediately started raising the price.

Patience is very important in business.
Duanmu Liuli remained silent, displaying strong principles. When a fortune teller offered a price, he refused to haggle. Logically, the incredibly wealthy Boss Jiang should have readily given in, but little did he know that this person never played by the rules.

"Then forget it."

He turned to leave.

"Nine ingots."

A voice came trying to persuade them to stay.

Boss Jiang stopped. "Seven ingots."

The Taoist nun frowned slightly. "Didn't you just say eight ingots?"

Jiang Chen, a super-capitalist, tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth and kept a straight face, saying, "That was just now, this is now."

Stop worrying about seven or eight ingots.

If the people involved found out, they'd probably chop them both up. (End of Chapter)