I have ten trillion licking dog gold

coffee.

coffee.

It was originally a transliteration.

It's not that I can't understand it at all.

The handsome white guy, who hadn't had a sip of water yet, couldn't wait and nodded eagerly: "Coffee, coffee..."

Voila.

The guests were so thirsty.

Jiang Chen nodded, then turned his head, not to look at the Daoist nun with the knife, but at Madam Fujiwara, "coffee."

That's not right.

Even if there was some negligence, he shouldn't be the one to point fingers.

The owner of this mountain is the Lady's maternal family, the Genji clan.

However, Lady Fujiwara did not make any reasonable response to this obvious overstepping of her authority. Instead, she intriguingly got up to offer her seat and then quietly withdrew.

Comrade Jiang Chen took his place, sitting down with an air of authority. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the true master of this world-famous mountain.

The blond-haired white man, who had taken in everything, didn't seem to find it strange. Instead of looking at the "host" who had left inexplicably, he focused his gaze on the face of Daoist Duanmu, who was standing next to Jiang Chen.

It wasn't that Boss Jiang wouldn't let us sit.

Observe carefully.

From the initial mother-son interaction to the replacement of the person in charge, and now to the current replacement, it has always been a conversation between two people.

That means there are only two seats here.

“Beautiful~”

While there are indeed huge differences between world cultures, there are forces that can bridge those gaps.

For example, beauty.

This simple word, spoken by a blond white man, became the ultimate compliment to the Taoist nun's appearance.

“I once thought that there was only one Pei Yunxi in China.”

He continued to sigh.

Excuse me.

This is mine too.

The parents have all met Mr. Jiang, who is neither arrogant nor impatient, and is humble and modest. At this level, there's no point in showing off.

"What is your surname?"

Uh.

To this day, we still don't know the other person's name.

It was a little bit awkward, huh?

"Leo."

Leo?

That's too mainstream.

It doesn't fit this image and temperament at all, and most importantly, it's a real waste of this cool hairstyle.

of course.

A name is just a name.

This is not a novel.

Jiang Chen.

This name is also quite ordinary.

"Ok."

Mr. Jiang nodded. People need to meet more often to deepen their friendship. Look, we've made great progress in our understanding of each other since last time.

Things had progressed to this point and could still be considered somewhat normal, at least the overall situation was within reasonable limits. However, Boss Jiang's next sentence almost made the other party lose their composure.

"Your hair."

He stared at the other person's golden hair. "Is it dyed?"

After a moment of surprise, the person shook their head seriously and solemnly, "NO, it's my natural hair color."

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal, turned his head, and said to his bodyguard with a sword, "He said he is a descendant of Xie Xun, the Golden-haired Lion King, from beyond the borders."

This is to investigate the Taoist nun's English proficiency.
The Taoist nun declined to comment, but simply asked, "When will it begin?"

"No rush."

Boss Jiang calmly replied, "Follow my instructions."

What are you saying in your gibberish?

Can you speak English?

Fortunately, the timely arrival of coffee eased Leo's embarrassment.

It was brought by a servant.

One pot, a few cups, and unlimited drinking.

As for Lady Fujiwara, her whereabouts are unknown.

Leo was a true gentleman; he was the real Western gentleman. He didn't pour the first cup for himself or Jiang Chen, but instead stood up and handed it to Daoist Duanmu.

Wow.

It's a bit inappropriate for someone to fawn over their female companion right in front of them. However, when you're out in public, you represent not just yourself, but the image of the entire nation, so Boss Jiang didn't react.

Leo's appearance is impeccable. In a bar in China, he would definitely be the type to make girls scream, and they would be willing to pay him to do anything. But Master Duanmu is not someone who is obsessed with looks.

She raised the knife handle and pressed it against the coffee cup. "NO."

This time, Jiang Chen almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He nearly burst out laughing, but he forced it back down, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Leo didn't mind; on the contrary, he gave a thumbs up, approving of the other person's makeup and styling. Like the other person, he used one of his few foreign language skills.
"Cool~"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, rubbed his chest, and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Since the other person didn't like it, Leo didn't force it. He sat down with his coffee and took a leisurely sip.

It turns out.

The stronger a person's self-esteem, the more insecure they tend to be.

"Sorry to have kept Mr. Leo waiting for so long."

Boss Jiang finally stopped rambling.

To be honest, Leo, who was undeniably more imposing than Boss Jiang, smiled knowingly and said, "Not long, only a few days."

A few days?

It's only been a few minutes, hasn't it?
Having confirmed that the Taoist nun didn't understand much English, Boss Jiang put aside his concerns, swirled his coffee, and asked, "Mr. Leo, how do you plan to explain this to Chief Fujiwara?"

"Explain?"

Leo smiled broadly. "I have to explain to him?"

This guy...

He is indeed quite handsome.

“A person who doesn’t even respect his own mother has no credibility whatsoever, is not trustworthy, and is certainly not worth investing in.”

Despite their differing stances, Mr. Jiang largely agreed with these remarks.

To put it bluntly...

Even if you keep a dog, you should keep a dog that recognizes its owner. A vicious dog that could go crazy at any time, even if it is docile and obedient at the moment, who can feel at ease? You have to be on guard against its madness at all times.

Aren't you tired?

Owning a dog is for comfort, not to cause you distress.

"I agree with Mr. Leo that the character of the Fujiwara clan chief is questionable."

I'll f*** you, you son of a bitch.

Has the Fujiwara clan chief gone far?
If they hadn't gone far and overheard their conversation, they would probably be furious.

He has character flaws.

Baka yarou!
What right do you have to criticize him when you're the one who seduced a married woman, had an affair, and got her pregnant?
This is not.

Although the Fujiwara clan chief didn't hear him, Leo couldn't help but smile when he saw the other man agree with him.
"Well, compared to that, I would still prefer to be friends with someone like Mr. Jiang."

What's wrong? Are you tired? What happened to the promised happiness?

I understand, I'll say no more. The love has faded, the dream has come true...

Type "sympathy" in the comments.

Leo, who had previously reached an agreement with the Fujiwara clan chief, completely betrayed them.

Obscene demon?

It's just polite talk.

Compared to his ulterior motives towards his own mother, Boss Jiang's actions were utterly insignificant; at most, he had only made the mistake that every man makes.

Lustful.

This is not a defect.

Throughout history and across the world, who has ever used this question to attack an enemy?

Those politicians who fall from power may be remembered for having many mistresses, but it's important to understand that having mistresses is not the main reason for their downfall, or even the reason at all.

"Actually, when I first met Mr. Leo, I felt an instant connection with him."

That statement was absolutely correct.

What is war? Politicians shake hands and make peace.

The businessman was opening a bottle of champagne.

Only the mother is searching for her child.

After their forces have been locked in a life-or-death struggle across the globe for so long, these two are now sitting in a secluded bamboo grove on Mount Fuji, discussing heroes over wine.

Oh.

Let me correct that.

— Brewing coffee.

"Heroes see the same thing."

The blond white man nodded in deep agreement, seemingly having some knowledge of Eastern culture.

Mr. Jiang smiled, lowered his head, and took a sip of his coffee.

What are Mr. Leo's conditions?

"Conditions? No, no, I don't like that word. A transaction should be mutually beneficial."

A beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen.

This person is undoubtedly another interesting soul.

Of course.

Boss Jiang is one of them.

Otherwise, the two sides would not have had the opportunity to meet here.

"What are Mr. Nal'ao's needs?"

Jiang Chen changed his story.

If it's a transaction, his demands are simple: he wants the other party to keep their mouth shut. That's clear. And what about the other party? How do they plan to extort him?
He was a little curious.

Whether we can reach an agreement or not doesn't matter; even a Taoist nun knows the principle of asking for an exorbitant price and then settling for a bargain.

Furthermore.

There are many ways to solve a problem. If we can't reach an agreement, then we can come up with the second solution.

Leo smiled slightly, his expression and even his movements were exactly the same. He took a sip of coffee, looking even more handsome and charming than Boss Jiang, and unfathomable.

Why aren't you saying anything?
Is it because you have too big an appetite and are ashamed to admit it?
“Mr. Leo, please feel free to speak your mind.”

Mr. Jiang kindly reassured the other party, indicating that they should name their price.

"There's something I'm curious about."

To others, it seems unhurried: "Is it Mr. Jiang pursuing Ms. Fujiwara, or Ms. Fujiwara pursuing Mr. Jiang?"

really.

Everyone has a gossipy nature.

Fortunately, the Taoist nun's English was just so-so, otherwise she would have been exposed immediately.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Mr. Jiang shrugged, exuding elegance, generosity, and confidence.

This isn't about showing off.

This is a matter of fact.

If it weren't for that freak's relentless pursuit, and if their partnership with the other party and Fujiwara Takuno was merely a revolutionary friendship, the situation wouldn't have been so passive and complicated.

But now that we have a son, worrying about these things is no longer meaningful.

Leo nodded and praised, "Mr. Jiang is truly a tough guy."

and many more.

Tough guy?

Shouldn't we praise her for being "very charming"?

Jiang Chen seemed to understand what the other party meant. Otherwise, how could they discuss heroes over coffee? Opponents are often kindred spirits. In fact, it doesn't matter who pursues whom. The problem is that someone died. It doesn't matter if someone dies. It can be disposed of harmlessly. There's still time now. With no evidence, no one can find any fault. But Jiang Chen chose the most manly way.

"If it were Mr. Leo, he would definitely make the same choice."

"No, no, that assumption doesn't hold true. I am a devoted person."

Why are you starting to insult people indirectly?

Jiang Chen didn't argue. No one is perfect. Who doesn't have flaws? Doesn't the other person have any?

There must be some.

From the perspective of the Fujiwara clan head, wasn't he utterly immoral?

"Yeah."

"Yes."

Hey.

Do you really think this is a place for chatting?
Have you forgotten that you are someone whose time is worth its weight in gold?

"I want to say that I am also a devoted person..."

"puff--"

Okay.

You don't even need to finish speaking; the coffee they spit out has already answered the question.

"Sorry."

Losing his composure, Leo quickly raised his hand to apologize, then pulled out a handkerchief and elegantly wiped his lips.

That was a bit hurtful.

Isn't he faithful?
Go to Tunghai University and conduct random interviews; his story is still circulating today and will likely continue to be.

Leo's reaction was inappropriate and not objective enough, but Boss Jiang disdained to bother with a lengthy explanation.

What you see of me is merely the tip of an iceberg floating on the water. Your myriad interpretations and understandings of me constitute not even a fraction of who I am, yet they reveal the whole picture of you.

"Does Mr. Leo have someone he likes?"

Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

"of course."

Leo put down the exquisite handkerchief, seemingly already thinking of the other person, and a dazzling gentleness appeared on his face, which could be described as radiant.

"Excuse me, which lady are you?"

It's not just being polite.

That's really incredibly presumptuous of me.

Leo smiled. "I can't answer that question because it involves other people's privacy."

Foreigners certainly have a better understanding of the law. If you have to keep your feelings for someone a secret, then most people in China would probably be on trial.

"Mr. Leo, I suppose you haven't succeeded yet."

That's even more impolite.

"Mr. Jiang, what makes you say that?"

The other party seemed to be expressing dissatisfaction.

"If Mr. Leo succeeds, he probably won't be so devoted. Once you get the ear of wheat you want, you'll instinctively look for bigger and fuller ears of wheat in the field."

"Plato's wheat theory?"

Leo laughed and said, "If I'm interested, it's the biggest and plumpest one in the wheat field."

Jiang Chen gave him a look, which puzzled the other party.

"The biggest and fullest one, are you sure?"

"of course."

Leo said firmly, with undisguised pride, "It must be."

“Mr. Naro is going to have a tough time, because if it’s the best ear of wheat in the field, you’ve seen it, and everyone else has seen it too.”

Leo suddenly burst into laughter, his smile even more unrestrained. His innate aristocratic air, wrapped in an arrogance that seemed to surpass everything, was utterly captivating.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Leo?"

Mr. Jiang is indeed a very good conversationalist. Most people would never ask him questions; he would force him to take the initiative to talk.

“Competition has always been a beneficial mechanism. Only through competition can there be equality. Oh, Mr. Jiang is from China, so he may not understand.”

What are you babbling about?

We were talking about love and romance, but where did this lead us?

Although I don't know what he's saying, it sounds like—he seems to have a lot of vision.

“Not every place needs equality. I don’t know if I can understand it this way, but Mr. Leo thinks competition is beneficial because he is certain that he will be the winner in the end, and he enjoys the sense of accomplishment of standing out. But if Mr. Leo puts himself in the shoes of the wheat.”

"Substitute it with wheat ears?"

“The ear of wheat doesn’t need equality; all it wants is to be picked by its own farmer. For example, if I were the farmer, the owner of that wheat field, why would I compete with others, or prove anything? That ear of wheat is destined to belong to me, nothing more.”

Leo frowned, seemingly understanding yet not quite. In any case, it was different from what he heard. He sensed selfishness, domineering attitude, and tyranny.

"Wheat fields have no owners."

"Oh, I see."

Mr. Jiang suddenly realized, "Then I'll just mark this wheat field, won't that solve the problem?"

Where did America's territory come from?

It's just a marker.

Leo, who possessed the purest and noblest bloodline, smiled. (End of Chapter)