I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Kid, you sing well. Why don't you quit school and come work for me? I'll pay you 20,000 a month, plus five social insurances and two housing funds."

Fu Zili went to the table where the handsome young man with the American-style front desk sat down and patted him on the shoulder.

Although he took over Greenland Group, his expertise is not in real estate.

With his looks and singing voice, this young man could easily be a resident singer at a nightclub.

A group of young people at the table were all stunned.

A monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, plus five social insurances and two housing funds—these days, college graduates are worthless. Even graduates from top-tier universities like 985 and 211 can't get this kind of treatment.

Fu Zili smiled charmingly, walked past the table, and headed out.

No.

Big brother.

Couldn't you at least leave some contact information?

How can we find your sect if you don't give us any information?
"A monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, plus five social insurances and two housing funds? Is there really such a good salary and benefits in Shacheng? You must be exaggerating."

A boy stared at Fu Zili's imposing back and muttered to himself.

"I don't think so. This guy has a very strong presence. He's definitely not an ordinary person."

"You didn't see the watch he was wearing, it's a Lange, it really costs over a million."

The girl who spoke had long, shiny black hair, light makeup, delicate features, and a bright, intelligent look. Next to her sat an American-style sailor, and it was probably her idea to send the sailor to offer a toast.

"A watch worth millions? Wow, does Shacheng have such a powerful figure?"

"What a joke, Sand City has no shortage of rich people. Have you forgotten about that Koenigsegg parked outside..."

This Koenigsegg is already a household name in Sand City, almost a symbol of the city. When I saw it outside just now, I was quite surprised. I didn't expect to be so lucky today. Everyone quickly took out their phones to take pictures.

"Damn! Could that guy be the owner of the Koenigsegg?!"

A group of vibrant young people chattered amongst themselves; university students certainly have sharp minds.

"The owner of that Koenigsegg is said to be the new head of Greenland Group..."

Gradually, everyone's attention shifted to the "American-style front stab".

Even the American forwards were taken aback by their analysis. They never expected to run into the all-powerful Buddha of Sand City while playing a game.
"Wu Di, this is an opportunity I gave you. You'll have to thank me for your meteoric rise to success."

The long-haired girl next to her quickly spoke up, without mentioning a word about the risks involved in offering the toast.

"They were just saying it. Besides, I still have to study. If I don't get my diploma, my parents will disown me."

"Hehe, Wu Di, I think you're not reluctant to leave the school, but rather you're reluctant to leave Miao Miao, right?"

One of the girls joked about it.

"Oh dear, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Miao Miao waved her hand and nudged the boy next to her on the shoulder. "Wu Di and I are buddies, right?"

American-style front barb blushed slightly but did not argue. He coughed lightly, feigning seriousness, and solemnly addressed the entire table, "None of you should publicize this matter. I, Wu Di, prefer to keep a low profile."

"cut!"

This sparked widespread ridicule.

Everyone unanimously raised their fingers backwards.

20% off.

Li Shurui paid the bill.

Tie Jun is a businessman who keeps business and personal matters separate. There are no free meals; even drinks are charged.

"Have you booked a hotel? If not..."

"No need to trouble Brother Zili, I have Sister Fang Qing."

Fu Zili nodded. "Okay."

The group arrived at the roadside.

Upon seeing the car owner appear, the onlookers quickly dispersed and quietly put down their phones.

"See you next time, Mr. Tie."

Beside the Maserati, Li Shurui turned her head and smiled.

"See you."

Tie Jun nodded.

Drive slowly.

Fu Zili gave instructions.

The front and rear doors of the Maserati opened one after the other, and the two women got in.

Fu Zili smiled and waved.

The Maserati turned the corner, merged into the road, and blended into the flowing rainbow.

As the taillights gradually blurred, Fu Zili took out a cigarette, lit it with a "click," and asked, "How does it feel?"

Tie Jun exhaled a breath of alcohol, "A respectable opponent."

Fu Zili grinned and smoked, "I have a feeling that Princess Qing doesn't consider her a rival."

Tie Jun remained silent for a moment, then said, "Perhaps it's a case of mutual respect."

Fu Zili raised an eyebrow, scrutinized him seriously, and said, "Junzi, you're quite the hidden talent."

Tie Jun, whose every sentence was a gem, remained calm and composed, saying, "My education level is higher than yours, you know."

"……Depend on."

Fu Zili chuckled and exhaled a cloud of smoke, looking up at the low-hanging night sky. "She just said that Jiang Chen risked his own safety to save her. Do you think that's true?"

They played together naked, so how could they not know each other's character?

Undeniably, Jiang Chen is a good person, but there is a fundamental difference between a good person and a saint.

"How would I know."

"Could she have said that on purpose for Fang Qing to hear?" Fu Zili wondered, holding a cigarette.

"Not like."

"So that means Jiang Chen loves her so much? He'd give his life for her?" Fu Zili frowned, slowly smoking a cigarette. "I don't believe it either."

Does it matter?

Tie Jun looked at him.

Fu Zili turned his gaze away from the night sky and met his eyes.

"In that situation, people don't have time to weigh the pros and cons. What they do depends entirely on their conditioned reflexes at that moment. If the same thing happens again, the same person may make different choices."

Fu Zili nodded, "You also think she's just being self-pitying, right?"

Tie Jun smiled, neither confirming nor denying, "Regardless of whether she's just being sentimental, Jiang Chen saved her life; he truly saved her life, so one thing is certain."

"Which point?"

"She won't leave Jiang Chen on her own initiative."

Fu Zili smoked his cigarette, remaining silent.

"We know Jiang Chen's personality. He's not a saint, but he's better than 99% of men. It's unrealistic to expect him to abandon her."

"You won't be in that 1%."

Fu Zili asked in a serious tone.

Then they both laughed.

Fu Zili's smile faded, and he leaned against the Koenigsegg, sighing softly, "Your analysis makes sense. According to that, isn't it beyond saving?"

I don't think so.

Fu Zili was taken aback, then looked at him expectantly again, "You have more brilliant ideas?"

"Hurry up and call someone to drive me; I need to go back to the shop."

"You should speak more clearly. Is there any other way to break this deadlock?"

Fu Zili muttered.

But Tie Jun stopped talking about it and kept urging him to call the driver.

"If you don't tell me, I'm not leaving today."

Tie Jun was quick and decisive, turning around and stumbling back, leaving Fu Zili by the roadside.

This guy.

"Be careful, you might not have a son..."

Fu Zili was about to start cursing, but he stopped abruptly.

It's not like when I was a child anymore.

Some jokes shouldn't be made lightly.

He watched Tie Jun walk back to the barbecue restaurant, unconsciously rubbed his cigarette butt, and leaned back in the car.

Li Shurui's attitude was made very clear today.

But Princess Qing, would you be willing?

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"Drive slowly, don't rush, be careful."

Inside the moving Maserati, Li Shurui did not close her eyes to rest, and reminded Fu Zili again.

She would never have let a pregnant woman drive if she hadn't been drinking.

"There's only one five-star hotel in Shacheng, and it's quite old," Fang Qing said as she drove.

"I don't stay in hotels."

Li Shurui answered without hesitation.

Not staying at a hotel?

Fang Qing paused for a moment, then said, "He didn't even have any bedding prepared for his room."

"I know."

After visiting in the afternoon, Li Shurui leaned back in her chair and casually said, "I'll stay at your place."

"..."

The vehicle speed decreased.

Fang Qing looked up at the rearview mirror. "In this weather, you want to sleep on the sofa?"

The other party had also inspected her home; it only had two bedrooms, so where would there be any extra beds?

"Why sleep on the sofa? Sleep on the bed!"

It's all so obvious.

"Where did the bed come from?" Fang Qing asked.

"Yours."

Li Shurui answered fluently, which suggests that her answer was not impromptu but rather prepared in advance.

"You sleep in the bed?"

Despite not having touched a drop of alcohol, Fang Qing's thinking seemed to have become sluggish, and she continued to ask, "Then where will I sleep?"

Is your bed 1.5 meters or 1.8 meters wide?

If you still don't understand, then it's not a problem of reaction, it's a problem of intelligence.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Fang Qing finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Why not stay in a hotel and squeeze in with me?"

"It's so cold, wouldn't it be warmer for two people to sleep together? Don't you think, Sister Fang Qing?"

feel?

What does she think?

She's single!
"Are you used to sleeping with someone?"

Li Shurui didn't take it to heart and instead replied sincerely, "We rarely see each other, and the time we spend together in a year isn't much more than what you spend."

Far away.

Fang Qing had no interest in their private lives. "Either I'll take you to the hotel, or you can pick a place to get off yourself."

"Sister Fang Qing, guests are guests. Shacheng is currently developing tourism vigorously. Isn't what you're doing damaging Shacheng's city image? Be careful that your personal behavior might cause Shacheng's cultural and tourism industry to work for nothing for a year."

Fang Qing refused to be threatened. "That's my home. Don't I have the right to refuse?"

Seeing that force wasn't working, Li Shurui decisively changed her strategy.

remember.

Never get into a direct confrontation with a pregnant woman; it never does you any good.

"I'll only stay one night; I'll leave tomorrow."

Fang Qing looked at the rearview mirror.

Li Shurui caught her gaze and said seriously, "You must keep your word."

They exchanged a glance, then Fang Qing looked away. "Do you move around a lot when you sleep?"

"will not."

Li Shurui immediately replied, "I sleep very peacefully."

Fang Qing fell silent.

More than ten minutes later, the Maserati drove back into the Third Construction Company compound.

"Go back..."

Upon hearing the door open, the Fang couple, who were watching TV on the sofa, instinctively turned around, and then abruptly stopped talking.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, I'm sorry to bother you again."

Li Shurui smiled shyly.

After a moment of surprise, the couple quickly got up, as enthusiastic as ever.

"How could that be? Come, sit down."

Fang Qing closed the door and then explained to her parents, "She's sleeping with me tonight."

"what?"

Pan Hui was stunned. She had been worried that she wouldn't have a chance to give out the red envelope, but little did she know...

"Are all the hotels fully booked?"

Fang Weiguo asked instinctively, in a very humorous way.

"I don't really like staying in hotels."

"..."

"..."

I don't like staying in hotels.

But is it appropriate to live at home?

The couple looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Our environment here is too rudimentary."

"No, I think it's fine. On the contrary, I feel lonely when I stay in a hotel alone."

The word "bleak and desolate" even came out.

How could the couple possibly refuse to take responsibility?
Fang Weiguo pursed his lips, turned to his wife and said, "Are there any toiletries at home? If not, I'll go buy some."

"There's more. I'll go get it."

Pan Hui hurriedly went to prepare.

"Thank you for your help, uncle and aunt."

"Oh, don't say that."

Fang Weiguo forced a smile, "I'm glad you don't mind."

"No. Uncle Fang, I'm also from an ordinary family. I even lived in my grandparents' mud-brick house."

Even though he knew the other party was deliberately trying to get close to him, he still couldn't raise his guard. Fang Weiguo nodded, "Treat this as your own home, don't be shy. If you need anything, just tell Fang Qing."

"Ah."

Pan Hui found a set of toiletries, including towels, toothbrushes, and slippers, but no pajamas.

Almost no one ever stays overnight at their house; given their circumstances, there's nowhere else to go.

so.

Li Shurui really made an exception.

"Qingqing, find Xiao Li a set of pajamas. You two are about the same size."

Li Shurui took the toiletries from Pan Hui and said, "Auntie, you can continue watching TV. I'm not a child anymore."

Pan Huiqiang smiled.

The two women then went into the bedroom.

What's going on?

Fang Weiguo muttered to himself, "This isn't the first time I've said the same thing today."

"Didn't they say they didn't want to stay in a hotel?"

"I'm talking about Qingqing. Don't you know how to say no? Is it appropriate for two people to sleep in one bed?"

"It's not like I can't sleep."

"This isn't a question of whether or not you can sleep."

Fang Weiguo hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "...How can you sleep like this?"

"What can you do? Can you kick them out?"

Fang Weiguo was speechless. He put his hand on his thigh and smiled bitterly with a helpless expression, "That kid Jiang Chen... He's the only one who's ever slept in Qingqing's bed before, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Pan Hui's expression changed slightly, and she immediately gave a serious warning, glancing at her daughter's bedroom door, "When did that happen? How old were the two children back then?"

That's exactly what I meant.

"That's what you mean, but others don't know it. If what you just said gets out, what will people think? I think you're getting senile!"

"Making a fuss over nothing."

Fang Weiguo felt his wife was overreacting. "Do you think people don't know about our daughter and Jiang Chen? They probably know everything perfectly well."

"You can't just say things like that."

That's not nonsense.

It was clearly a lucky accident.

Did you only sleep there when you were a child?

"Okay, I won't say anything, I'm going to sleep."

He stopped watching TV, got up and went back to his room. The house was only so big, and as a gay man, he had to avoid any appearance of impropriety, even if it was an elder.

bedroom.

Fang Qing's bed is not small, definitely more than 1.5 meters, but probably not 1.8 meters either. It can easily accommodate two women, since both Fang Qing and Li Shurui are very slender.

of course.

It refers to this very moment.

It's hard to say whether they'll be able to maintain their figures a few months from now.

Fang Weiguo is right.

It is indeed very rudimentary.

There wasn't even a dressing table.

The key issue is the limited space; it's too cramped.

If one had always lived in poverty, that would be one thing, but having seen the world, one is still willing to live in such an environment; how can one not admire such a person?

Fang Qing opened the double-door wardrobe and took out a set of red cotton pajamas.

"Go take a shower."

The old-fashioned style made Li Shurui laugh. "Did your aunt buy this?"

"No choice."

Li Shurui wasn't disgusted; she took the very "rustic" pajamas and looked towards the head of the bed.

It's not an artistic photo.

It's the same as the house across the street.

The entire wall was covered with yellowed and faded certificates of merit, and there were noticeably more of them than there were, like a series of old footprints.

"I am indeed very lucky."

Looking at the wall full of certificates of merit, Li Shurui said softly, then turned around with her things in her hands, "Going to take a shower."

Do you know how to use a water heater?

Li Shurui stopped and turned around. "Why don't we shower together?"

Fang Qing said expressionlessly, "Get out." (End of Chapter)