I have ten trillion licking dog gold

—What was that sound?
Reception room.

Jiang Chen, who was alone, pricked up his ears, seemingly hearing something, but after listening intently for a while, he couldn't make out what it was.

perhaps.

Is it a sparrow?

Whether the birds are groaning or screaming, they should all be described as singing.

Regaining his attention, Boss Jiang remained calm and composed, picking up the inexpensive phone again—a phone he could easily afford without having to sell a kidney.

Technology has changed life.

Thinking back to middle school, when flip phones were still around, the pixel count was practically the same as someone with severe nearsightedness. Unlike now, where a casual recording is high-definition and enjoyable. Only after reviewing the footage did Jiang Chen belatedly realize that the person had a small mole hidden on their right eyebrow. Analyzing their face, he thought, "This kind of person is kind of secretly passionate."
Criminals do indeed admire their masterpieces repeatedly.

After a quick glance, Boss Jiang opened his contacts, found a number he hadn't used in a long time, and dialed it without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

Using a counter-strategy to lure the enemy out, all for the purpose of stopping the war with force?

NO NO.

If you think that way, you're underestimating Boss Jiang's shrewdness and cunning. He's an expert at maximizing profits.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

The call was unsurprisingly hung up.

Mr. Jiang was very patient, as if he had expected this, and calmly made a move.

"Do you have any manners?"

This time, they got what they wanted, but the voices that came through were not friendly.

"polite?"

Mr. Jiang's forehead was covered in question marks.

Like Leo's pronunciation, her voice has a classic, standard Western old-money accent; even across vast distances, one can instantly sense the noble weight of history emanating from it.
Are you a bat?

bat?

Mr. Jiang frowned, then suddenly realized and immediately apologized, "Sorry. I forgot there's a time difference between us."

More than ten hours.

In other words.

It was late at night there.

That was indeed a bit abrupt.

"Then let's talk about it after you wake up."

Mr. Jiang admitted his mistake and corrected it; that's heartwarming and considerate.

"You'd better have a good reason."

It's not their problem.

Disturbing someone's peaceful sleep would make anyone feel bad.

Therefore, Mr. Jiang fully understood and didn't take the other party's cold tone to heart at all. He asked in a gentlemanly tone that was quite commendable for an Easterner, "Leo, do you know him?"

The other end quieted down.

Mr. Jiang had already begun to picture that scene in his mind.

A mythical woman sat on the bed in astonishment, moonlight spilling onto the sheets, blending seamlessly with her flowing silver hair.

啧。

He had seen that face very few times, countable on one hand, but it was as if it were embedded in his brain. Once he thought of it, it would be projected directly onto his retina, so clear.

Putting aside other things.

The system's aesthetics are indeed flawless.

"...Are you still there?"

"Which Leo?"

A voice came from the other end: "Leonardo DiCaprio?"

It seems he has regained his senses.

They've even started joking around.

Leonardo DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio, a household name in Hollywood, rose to fame with the Titanic, a supermodel magnet, and once the most handsome man on Earth.

Actually, Mr. Jiang had reservations about whether the other person's appearance was worthy of the title "Earth's Grass," since beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, the fact that the person on the other end of the phone immediately mentioned Leonardo DiCaprio's name suggests that she is also a looks-obsessed person.
It's not surprising.

Who doesn't like handsome men and beautiful women?

It's good to like handsome guys.

It's worrying if someone likes ugly men.

"No, he's younger than Leonardo DiCaprio, a bit taller, and has a mole on his right eyebrow..."

Anyway, Boss Jiang will never verbally admit that the guy is handsome.

“Go on.”

really.

I became interested.

"Can you control the mold in Japan?"

Boss Jiang asked without warning.

There was no response from the other end.

“I’m worried that if I tell, someone might try to kill me to silence me.”

Isn't this deliberately trying to pique people's curiosity?

Even a celestial being like a Taoist nun has emotions and desires, let alone a person living in the mundane world.

"Are you in Japan?"

"Yeah, I just had coffee with this Leo at Mount Fuji. He wants to do business with me."

"What kind of business?"

"Can you protect me?"

Boss Jiang continued to ask, "You really don't care about your figure at all."

There was silence on the other end, then someone said, "You go first."

"He wants to restart the Age of Exploration, plunder the whole world, and then sell the loot to us."

Mr. Jiang spoke frankly and concisely, but the other party would definitely understand.

"……Then what."

If you're woken up from your sleep, you can just let it go.

This reason is sufficient.

"Then I definitely disagree. Who can he represent? Can he represent you? Has he communicated with you? You probably don't know, right?"

Boss Jiang speaks fluently and seemingly casually, but in reality, he is quite intriguing.

"and then."

It's a language repeater.

"Then I hit him."

Mr. Jiang answered crisply, so crisply that it was hard to keep up.

"What did you say?"

A rustling sound came from over there.

The tone of voice also fluctuated.

Is it really necessary to be this exciting in the middle of the night?

"I hit him."

Boss Jiang repeated himself in a straightforward manner.

"You hit him?"

Didn't you hear me clearly?

"Correct."

Where is he?

"They were taken away."

"Take it away?"

"I can't move my neck."

"..."

All I could hear was breathing.

If this is an international joke, then Mr. Jiang might really be facing a mold siege.

"Look what you did to him."

Mr. Jiang opened his mouth, "Okay, I'll send you a video, you'll see."

Without saying goodbye, he hung up the phone and then sent the video.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

……

"Ring ring—"

The phone rang again.

Boss Jiang remained calm and composed, showing no arrogance. He pressed the answer button, picked up the phone, and held it to his ear. "Did you see that?"

"You've got guts."

They spoke their minds frankly.

of course.

This is an adaptive translation.

There is no word for "have guts" in English.

“You know me, I would never use violence unprovoked.”

"Do I know you?"

A standard interrogative sentence.

That's a bit hurtful.

But it is also an objective statement of the facts.

Please.

Don't try to get too familiar. Are you that close?
"What I mean is, I've had enough."

Sending the message to global media was out of the question, but Jiang Chen hadn't promised to keep it a secret either.

What impact would it have if just one person in a world of billions of people knew this?
The other party doesn't understand him, but he understands the other party.

I'm definitely not a gossipy person.
"What's your relationship with him? Is he your friend?"

At this moment, it seemed that Boss Jiang finally had time to ask questions.

"What's it to you?"

Ok.

It doesn't matter.

Boss Jiang wasn't embarrassed at all. "Now you've seen the video, so if he wants revenge, please..."

and many more.

It seems like I've fallen into a trap?
Are you threatening me?

"How could that be?"

Jiang Chen categorically denied it, "If I wasn't worried that he was your friend, I would have beaten the shit out of him just now. The more than one hundred innocent souls who died at the Korean airport have not yet found peace. Please tell him that he should not walk alone at night in the future, and be careful when going to the toilet at night."

"..."

The high and mighty Western goddess must have—no, not must have—definitely never heard such vulgar language before, so she remained silent for a long time.

"Okay, it's alright now. Go to sleep. Goodnight."

Mr. Jiang is just that unconventional, never following any set rules. He doesn't give the other party any time to speak or react, and once again he decisively hangs up the phone.

really.

Once you approach things with a calm and composed mindset, you'll be able to handle things with ease and confidence.

On the other end of the phone.

In stark contrast, under a tranquil starry sky, the windows of the ancient castle are lit.

The camera zooms in.

On the luxurious velvet bed, a woman, as if a moon goddess had descended to earth, sat absentmindedly at the head of the bed, staring blankly at the phone that had been hung up. Although it was the middle of the night, she seemed to have lost all sleepiness, and her image was seven or eight parts similar to the scene that Boss Jiang had imagined in his mind.

After a moment of stunned silence, I realized that this woman, who seemed to be a perfect model created by God himself and had no flaws whatsoever, didn't dwell on the other person's rudeness and impoliteness. I rewatched the video, and the whole process played out in my eyes once more.

From wildly throwing punches to being kicked away, falling into the bamboo forest, being slapped in the face, and then waking up to a furious, impotent rage...

It was utterly disgraceful.

When a man sheds his glamorous exterior, illustrious family background, and dazzling appearance, what remains?
This video seems to provide the answer.

Shrimp and pork heart.

It's like shrimp and pork heart!

If Mr. Leo, who was being carried away, knew that someone had posted his video, he would fight tooth and nail to protect it!
The centuries-old castle may not speak, but it proves everything.

There aren't many things in this world that can surprise Cynthia, but this video is one of them.

Though separated by mountains and rivers, we share the same moon and sky.

A profound absurdity also enveloped her.

When the camera shakes and plays a scene where the victim is actually left there, the focus shifts away.

"Pfft."

Cynthia's shoulders trembled, and she finally couldn't hold back. The dim environment was as fragile as a piece of paper, easily torn apart by the heavenly laughter, and the silent night instantly became bright and vivid.

If Pei Yunxi represents Eastern aesthetics, then this woman represents the pinnacle of Western aesthetics.

She doesn't even give the impression of being a product of human genes.

As for why she wasn't included in the list of the 100 most famous faces in the world.

You can ask Mr. Jiang the same question.

He's so rich, why can't I see his name on Forbes?

Since he had already laughed, there was no need to suppress it. The eyebrows and eyes that usually looked down on the masses now showed a slight curve, and beneath that curve, a touch of human-like amusement flickered in his vast and deep blue eyes.

rustling...

She pulled up the covers, lay back down, clutched her phone, gazed at the bizarre and fantastical mural on the ceiling, slowly closed her eyes, and a faint smile still lingered on her lips.

Although I was woken up.

But the sleep that followed seemed even sweeter.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the other end.

Mr. Jiang put away his phone, did not wait any longer, and walked out of the reception room. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

【Favorability +5】

He raised an eyebrow.

It's been such a long time since I've heard that voice.

Although he had a very peaceful mindset, accepting whatever he gained or lost, Jiang Chen couldn't help but grin when he heard this reminder.

really.

Only by using unconventional methods can one achieve victory.

Of course, he knew it was too early to be happy.

Upon learning that the favorability rating had fluctuated, Boss Jiang took the opportunity to check the data.

Wow.

After adding 5 points, it reached 65.

It's quite tall.

However, the mission is still far from being completed.

—It doesn't matter.

He has already passed the initial accumulation of capital and is now incredibly powerful. While he may not be the most powerful in the world, in terms of cash, there are probably very few people in the entire world who can match him.

If we were to conquer Cynthia...

Let's check the remaining balance of the "simp gold".

There's also a 500% cashback.

Even though he was in a detached state of mind, he still couldn't help but speed up his pace by half a beat.

If we can complete this fifth strategy mission.

Needless to say.

He will then become the world's cash king!
One person is comparable to a super economy!

Thinking about it, I'm actually a little... tempted.

However, as he got closer to the Taoist nun, Mr. Jiang's emotions gradually calmed down.

Why bother with hard work and worry? Everything is predestined.

"Let's go."

He naturally reached for the Taoist nun's wrist, but this time he failed and was met with a merciless knife handle.

"Ouch!"

Reception room.

Not long after Boss Jiang left.

After finishing educating her son, Lady Fujiwara arrived "late." When she entered the house, she clenched her teeth, and hesitation and struggle flashed in her eyes, but in the end, they were replaced by determination. However, when she opened the door, she was dumbfounded.

It was completely empty inside.

What about people?

Lady Fujiwara, still dressed in her conservative kimono, for some reason adjusted her collar and then called for a servant.

Where are my guests?

"Mr. Jiang has already left."

gone?

Didn't we agree...?

Lady Fujiwara was slightly distracted, then said:
"Go back."

The servants left and closed the door.

Looking at the empty room, Lady Fujiwara felt her tension, embarrassment, and awkwardness vanish, replaced not by relaxation, but by a feeling of emptiness in her heart.

Wasn't I forcing her to dance?
Was he flirting with her?
Or are you going to use this as leverage against us later?
Lady Fujiwara's expression kept changing, and then, surprisingly, she also followed someone's example, taking out her phone, opening the camera, using the table as a tripod, and pointing the lens at herself.

She was the matriarch of the Fujiwara family.

He is definitely not a person who breaks his word.

"Bah-"

With a gentle pull, the black embroidered belt was untied.

Even though no one was around, as her kimono fell off and landed on the floor, Lady Fujiwara's cheeks flushed a vibrant red, and all of this was clearly captured by the perfectly angled mobile phone camera.

As for what's underneath the kimono.

Not important anymore.

Anyway, no one saw it.

Lady Fujiwara removed her wooden clogs and, after countless years, danced gracefully once more.

Mount Fuji.

As Mr. Jiang descended the mountain, he rubbed his wrists, but dared not complain.

"Ding-dong-"

We reached the halfway point of the mountain.

The phone rang.

Mr. Jiang shook his wrist, then took out his phone and saw that it was a message from Mrs. Fujiwara. He subconsciously clicked on it.

It's a video.

He was completely unsuspecting.

Order again.

The video has started playing.

soon.

He stopped abruptly, his pupils dilating.

Duanmu Liuli took a few steps, then turned back. Seeing that he didn't move, she turned back and stretched her neck towards him.

Boss Jiang reacted quickly, turning off the video. Without changing his expression, and unsure whether the other party had actually seen it, he said:
"My phone is infected with a virus." (End of Chapter)