I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Although the final ended very quickly, almost absurdly so, that's just how the world is.

Don't be fooled by the fact that you're second place.

One step is an insurmountable chasm.

The gap between the champion and the runner-up is sometimes no less than the gap between the runner-up and an ordinary person.

Despite winning with overwhelming advantage, Duanmu Liuli showed no pride and even seemed somewhat displeased, actively pulling away the arm that someone had raised high.

"what happened?"

Someone is still pretending to be stupid.

"You're lying."

Duanmu Liuli responded.

Comrade Jiang Chen remained unfazed and said, "Where did I lie?"

"You can participate in this kind of competition too."

啧。

It seems that my image in the Taoist nun's eyes isn't too bad. At least in terms of fighting skills, I could easily beat down that blond guy whose hair was no longer golden.

"Didn't you come here of your own accord?"

Jiang Chen responded calmly, "Was I originally planning to participate by myself?"

Duanmu Liuli stared at him silently, her gaze more oppressive than any words.

Mr. Jiang's precise grasp of dimensions was once again demonstrated. He stepped back in time, looking surprised, and explained, "I didn't expect such a weak contestant to make it to the finals."

"He must have cheated and bribed the organizers."

After careful analysis, Mr. Jiang drew a conclusion.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

……

A roar echoed from the ravaged bamboo forest, a complex mix of emotions—resentment, anger, and humiliation.

Not everyone has the same strong mindset as Boss Jiang.

He's been beaten up by women before.

And it was a belt.

What was his reaction at the time?
Remain unmoved by favor or disgrace.

Able to bend and stretch.

But the guy lying motionless in the bamboo forest was a foreigner who didn't understand the supreme mental techniques that had been passed down in China for thousands of years.

The Taoist nun turned around, walked to the stone table, and picked up the Tang sword leaning against it.

"I want to go home."

"I'll be right back."

Jiang Chen nodded, and then actually left them in the bamboo forest and went to find the organizer.

"What did you say?!"

Lady Fujiwara, a woman of great experience and knowledge, was stunned. Her mature face was filled with disbelief. Despite being several decades old, her "dazed" appearance was actually quite adorable.

"He probably has a stiff neck. He's in the bamboo grove. Let's find someone to take him to the hospital."

Mr. Jiang repeated, with a calm and composed demeanor.

Lady Fujiwara remained stunned, her expression no different from that of someone who had seen a ghost. That prodigy from America was quite different from her son…

How would you describe Lady Fujiwara's state of mind at this moment?

Let's say that.

It's like a sect from the upper realm sending its holy son to your place. You not only treat him well and offer him food and drink, but he also gets beaten up without restraint on your turf, and might even become crippled with a "crooked neck".

Can you relate now?

But Boss Jiang didn't think so. Human joys and sorrows are not shared. He continued, "Liuli and I have returned to China."

???

What do you mean?
They dumped the mess on others to clean up, and then, as the instigator, they just packed their bags and ran away.
Forgetting her distraction, Lady Fujiwara, acting swiftly and decisively, instinctively grabbed his hand tightly and said fiercely, "You can't leave!"

"why?"

"What will we do if you leave?!"

Without a second thought, Lady Fujiwara lost her usual composure, and her voice almost came out as a shout.

This is Boss Jiang's unique skill.

No matter what woman, what age, or what type, she will soon "lose herself" in his presence.

What's most appalling is that this person actually seemed surprised by the other party's strong reaction. He looked at the distraught Fujiwara lady for a while and said with a smile, "It's alright, he won't do anything to you."

Lady Fujiwara wasn't some naive young girl; she wouldn't listen to such nonsense. "Do you know who he is? We'll all be buried with him!"

It's not that I'm timid or afraid of trouble.

This is determined by the national conditions.

The Celestial Empire was centuries ago. Ever since those two mushroom eggs fell on this land, the seeds of fear have taken root and grown stronger.

Boss Jiang realized his mistake and understood the other person's feelings, so he didn't bother with the slight pain in his wrist. "He's not dead, why should he be buried with me?"

"you--!"

Lady Fujiwara nearly fainted, tightening her grip even more, and said through gritted teeth, "You're not going anywhere. If you're going to die, you'll die with us!"

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then whispered, "Let go of my hand first."

What's going on?

They don't even call her "Madam" anymore?

"I do not!"

Lady Fujiwara's eyes were fierce. Who the hell said that Japanese women were obedient and submissive? When they got angry, they were no different from tigresses and shrewish women.

She's about to become a grandmother, yet she acts like a little girl. Fortunately, it wasn't in public, and there was no one else in the reception room. The Taoist nun wasn't in a good mood and didn't come in; otherwise, if this scene of pulling and tugging were spread, it would inevitably cause unnecessary gossip.

Don't scare yourself unnecessarily.

Regardless of her relationship with him, she was undoubtedly her son's maternal grandmother, so she couldn't force her way out. She could only patiently explain, "No matter how powerful his background is, your Fujiwara family is not someone to be trifled with. In business, you have to weigh the pros and cons. Is it worth it to make a big fuss over a small conflict? If you were in her shoes, would you think it's worth it?"

"Shut up!"

Lady Fujiwara scolded, "A little scuffle? If I beat you up, would you just pretend nothing happened?!"

Judging from the restless look in the lady's eyes, it seemed that she wasn't just saying it out of anger, but really wanted to slap someone. She probably had this thought after learning that her daughter was pregnant.

Mr. Jiang coughed lightly, "Madam, please calm down."

Oh.

It's time to tell them to calm down.

Isn't this a classic case of double standards?

Other people's dignity doesn't matter, but when it comes to myself, I'd rather die than be humiliated.

"How to do!"

Jiang Chen felt a buzzing in his ears and felt increasingly helpless. He tried to soothe the wound but to no avail, so he simply stopped wasting his breath. His right hand was tightly gripped, so he could only reach into his right pocket with his left hand, making for an extremely comical gesture.

"With this video in hand, he wouldn't dare to act rashly."

With one hand, Mr. Jiang opened a recording he had made not long ago and displayed it to Mrs. Fujiwara.

Because of prior preparation, the footage is exceptionally clear and complete, recording the entire process from the start to the end of the conflict.

absurd.

That's right.

Lady Fujiwara also sensed the immense absurdity.

Is this something a normal person would do?

"Madam, you're worried he'll retaliate because of the loss of face. But if this video is released to the global media, won't he lose even more face?"

"So, is it possible that he might just laugh it off to save face?"

The video was actually not very long, and after watching the details, Mrs. Fujiwara suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Chen put away his phone.

Don't overcomplicate things.

People like this lady have completely rigid thinking. Top-quality ingredients only need the simplest cooking methods.

The same applies to high-end business warfare.

What should you do if your vulnerability is used against you?
Then we just need to find something to hold over the other party's weaknesses.

As for not being able to find any leverage against the other party, that's okay. If you can't find any, just create your own.

If news of her affair with Fujiwara Reiki gets out, well, her image is ruined, but if this video is leaked, won't the other person suffer the same fate?

and.

News of romantic affairs doesn't necessarily produce only negative effects. There might even be quite a few people secretly giving him a thumbs up, spitting out envy and jealousy: "Wow, what a cool guy!"
"You...you're simply..."

Lady Fujiwara murmured, unable to find the words to describe her reaction, but at least she wasn't as agitated as before.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "I just told him to be careful when he goes out in the future, and not to think that he's something special just because he's handsome."

Lady Fujiwara's expression was unusual; she seemed to want to laugh but was forcibly suppressing it, which was quite strange.

"What if he insists on fighting you to the death?"

After a few seconds, Lady Fujiwara said "calmly".

Jiang Chen shook his head. "The probability is not high. Being too perfect is sometimes a fatal flaw. A perfect person cannot tolerate having any blemishes on themselves, let alone becoming a laughing stock of the whole world."

"Is this what you Chinese call shamelessness and invincibility?"

Lady Fujiwara then spoke.

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal, looked at her, and suddenly asked unexpectedly, "Does Madam care about her reputation?"

Lady Fujiwara was puzzled and instinctively became wary. Although they had only spent a short time together, she had already labeled this completely unfathomable man as "extremely dangerous."

"What's the meaning."

"Does the lady care about her reputation?"

Jiang Chen repeated.

Lady Fujiwara stared at him silently.

Mr. Jiang raised his right hand, which was still being held, and asked, "If this scene were seen, would my wife mind?"

Lady Fujiwara was slightly taken aback, then struggled to let go quickly, and impatiently scolded, "Nonsense!"

Look.

Who doesn't care about their reputation?

Even if Boss Jiang is tough enough, didn't he still try to put on a show when he was whipped with a belt, not wanting Wu Sheng and the others to worry?

Jiang Chen twisted his aching wrist. "Can Madam rest assured now?"

Lady Fujiwara remained silent, her flickering eyes reflecting the lingering worries in her heart.

"Even if we back down, that guy still insists on competing with me. The worst outcome would be that Madam and Li Ji go to Shenzhou. We've already discussed that."

"Who consulted with you!"

Seeing that Lady Fujiwara had deliberately moved two steps to the side after letting go, Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Madam, is the Fujiwara family really that hard for you to part with? A hundred tons of gold, isn't that enough for you to enjoy your old age?"

At this age, I don't care much about whether someone is handsome or not, but I really hate the way she always seems to have everything under control.

"Oh."

She sneered, "You must have plenty of women in China, right? If Li Ji takes her child to China, how will you explain it to them? Like that woman surnamed Cao from Jiuding Group."

Mr. Jiang's eye twitched involuntarily.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

That hit his weak spot.

One should always prepare for the worst, but so far, no one has come up with a proper solution.

Sending Fujiwara and her daughter back to China with their child would not be a family reunion to acknowledge their ancestors. In that case, not only would things be chaotic outside of China, but their own family would also be thrown into turmoil.

Headache.

This is really a headache.

Leo, still lying in the bamboo grove, thought to himself: Damn it, how could they be in as much pain as I am? Are they still chatting? Are they going to call an ambulance or not?!
"When faced with a difficult question, I just stay silent."

Lady Fujiwara pressed her advantage.

"How to explain it is my business, Madam, you don't need to worry about it."

As he spoke, someone's gaze suddenly changed, staring intently at the dignified and elegant Lady Fujiwara.

Lady Fujiwara could no longer remain calm and composed; she felt as if ants were crawling all over her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?!"

Her voice rose involuntarily, her hand clenched into a fist, her thumb pinching her index finger.

"Shouldn't you keep your promise, Madam?"

"promise?"

Lady Fujiwara demanded directly, "What promise?"

"I'm sorry. It wasn't a promise, it was a bet. Madam lost a dance to me, shouldn't she honor her promise?"

What are you doing?

Are you being that serious?

Lady Fujiwara tightened her grip on her index finger, pursing her lips so hard she almost bit them, her gaze practically annihilating the shameless man.

Isn't China a land of etiquette?

How could such a scoundrel have emerged!

"Is Madam going to renege on her promise?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly. "A bet is a bet, and it was a game that Madam played willingly. I didn't force her."

Did I say I was going to cheat?

The lady's tone was icy, and her face could freeze a person, but the more she was like that, the more it aroused the desire to conquer her, to shatter the ice on her exterior and feel the heat and passion within her.

“I knew that Madam was not a person who would break her word.”

Mr. Jiang nodded, then calmly adopted a relaxed posture as if watching a performance.

Beat them up first, then watch the dance.

What is the ultimate enjoyment in the world?

This situation is surely one answer.

"Madam, is this outfit inconvenient? Would you like to change your clothes?"

The traditional kimono, specially prepared for important guests, was naturally unsuitable for dancing. Although this was a matter of fact, it also made the lady more aware of the other party's shamelessness.

"What clothes should I change into?"

She asked, her tone completely indifferent.

Mr. Jiang shrugged. "I don't know what kind of dance Madam is good at, so Madam can just improvise."

Free rein?

Truly shameless.

Lady Fujiwara lost her expression, remained silent, turned and walked out of the reception room, into the bamboo grove. Her gaze swept over the stunningly beautiful Eastern woman who seemed to have no brains despite her strong limbs, and then fell upon the bamboo grove that had clearly been ravaged.

"Someone come here!"

"Fuck!"

"Someone come here!"

The sounds of cursing could be faintly heard.

Judging from the situation, he shouldn't be in any life-threatening danger. However, judging from the video, his face will probably be difficult to show in public for a while.

Lady Fujiwara was very considerate; instead of showing herself to check on the person's condition, she summoned a servant.

"Miss."

Correct.

The title is correct.

This is Genji's territory.

Lady Fujiwara's expression was somber and emotionless as she said, "Call Takuno over."

When the naive Fujiwara clan chief saw Leo being carried onto a stretcher, their eyes met, and he broke out in a cold sweat, wishing he could turn and run away. (End of Chapter)