I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Tomorrow is a holiday.

evening.

The rain was pattering outside.

You, on the other hand, are curled up on the sofa with a controller, playing games with your idol. What the ultimate enjoyment in life is...

wrong.

The Martial Saint wasn't enjoying himself at all; in fact, he was rather distracted. Since it was a two-player cooperative survival game, his lack of focus led to frequent mistakes and multiple Game Overs. Just now, because he failed to grab the rope, the little figure he was controlling fell into the abyss, marking another game over.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang remained patient and didn't say a single harsh word, simply saying, "Again."

A kind word can warm the heart for three winter months.

The Martial Saint, on the contrary, felt a little embarrassed.

"How about we rest for a while?"

"Ah."

Mr. Jiang nodded and put down the handle.

The TV was taken over, and the Taoist nun didn't like playing games, so she went back to her room.

The Martial Saint picked up a bottle of soda from the coffee table. Drinking ice-cold soda even in winter—that's the pure Yang body of a young man. "Brother, are you feeling better from your cold?"

Jiang Chen knew perfectly well that this kid had ulterior motives, so he preemptively shut him up by grabbing some nuts from the fruit plate. "Don't ask things you shouldn't ask. This is for your own good."

"Brother, what are you thinking? I just heard something and wanted to confirm it with you."

"explain."

Mr. Jiang crushed the walnuts with his bare hands, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them.

"I heard from students at my school that schools founded by Japanese people in China have started to close down one after another?"

"Is that so?"

"You do not know?"

“I’m an entrepreneur, not a civil servant.”

The Martial Saint rolled his eyes, gripped the remote control, crossed his legs, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "It is said that right-wing elements from Japan are using these schools to train and send batches of spies into our territory."

Mr. Jiang cracked open some walnuts, looking at the Game Over results screen as if nothing had happened.

"Brother, if you hadn't single-handedly turned our school into an open school, it probably would have been shut down. Did you already know these schools had problems?"

Having witnessed the intricate world of espionage early in his career, Boss Jiang remained calm and composed. "You've been 'infiltrating' that school long enough. Have you gained anything?"

The Martial Saint was taken aback, then immediately feigned fear and unease, "Brother, didn't you tell me to go to school? I had no idea I was shouldering such a great mission."

Jiang Chen declined to comment.

The Martial Saint quickly changed his expression. "Brother, at least so far, among the Japanese students I've come into contact with, there are no enemy spies. On the contrary, they look up to our Divine Land with reverence and admiration."

"It's because I respect and look up to you, my 'elder brother'."

Mr. Jiang said that he had witnessed the passionate scene of this kid gathering a large group of people to swear brotherhood on their school playground.

The Martial Saint chuckled sullenly, "Isn't it the same thing? Are they willing to submit to me because of me personally? Isn't it because I have a powerful and prosperous motherland behind me?"

That kid.

He seemed arrogant.

Actually, I have a scale in my heart.

After finishing a walnut, Boss Jiang clapped his hands, and the game's defeat screen seemed to transform into a smiling face falling from a great height.

What was that female spy's name...?

It seems to be Akagi and Yoshiko.

He has a lot to say about the Japanese: “When dealing with the Japanese, you must always remember the eight words: ‘Those who are not of our race will surely have different hearts.’ Don’t underestimate those ‘little brothers and sisters’ around you who are obsequious to you. The Japanese are masters of brainwashing and pretense. You may think you have conquered them, but they may just be putting on an act. Extremists have always existed in Japan and are very powerful.”

The Martial Saint nodded solemnly, "Yes, I understand. They know small manners but lack great righteousness, are bound by trivialities but lack great virtue, value minor details but disregard integrity and shame, fear power but do not cherish virtue, the strong will inevitably become bandits, and the weak will inevitably become subservient! This is the true nature of the Japanese devils!"

Seeing that the boy had his own understanding, Jiang Chen stopped talking and picked up another walnut.

No matter where you're getting treatment, it's always good to get some.

"Brother, do you think we've planted any of our own people among the Japanese?"

That's a good question.

Jiang Chen easily crushed the walnut again. "If you take down Mei, your name will surpass your sister's and be remembered by all Chinese people."

"..."

The Martial Saint said irritably, "Here we go again."

He muttered under his breath, "You yourself have a huge mess of debts to settle."

Boss Jiang heard it, but in order to maintain his imposing image, he pretended not to hear it.

"Gurgle."

Wu Sheng took a sip of his sugary soda and looked out the glass curtain wall. "The rain is getting heavier. Why hasn't Sister Shurui come back yet? Where did she go?"

"This is not your concern."

"Am I not part of this family?"

The martial arts master has a strong sense of ownership. The reason he kept making mistakes in the game was because he was worried sick about the family. "Brother, why don't you make a call and ask? A man should take the initiative at times like this."

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs.

Even a callow youth like him has started criticizing and educating him.

Why does this kid think he didn't ask?

That's right.

Some prodigal sons turn back, but as a typical example of someone who "went astray," Boss Jiang had certainly already made a phone call, but the other party didn't answer.

You don't think one sildenafil pill can easily solve the problem, do you?

"Continue. Focus your attention."

Just as Mr. Jiang picked up the controller again, his cell phone rang.

He paused, then took out his phone.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Li's car is back."

It was a report from the gatekeeper.

"Ah."

Mr. Jiang put down his phone and stood up.

"What? Not playing anymore?"

"Take a walk."

What?
walk?

The Martial Saint was stunned, watching as someone left, and oh right, took an umbrella with them.

The wind was biting cold.

Water has accumulated on the ground.

Mr. Jiang went out, holding an umbrella, and strolled leisurely, letting the raindrops fall from the sky, shattering after hitting the umbrella surface.

What a leisurely and carefree mood this is!

Even a Taoist nun probably doesn't have such a detached state of mind.

We hadn't walked far along the only way back, about fifty meters or so, when blurry headlights appeared ahead.

The distance between the two sides gradually shortened.

inside the car.

Li Shurui was also surprised that there were people wandering around outside on a rainy night.
Upon closer inspection, she couldn't help but roll her eyes while sitting in the car.

She could have easily pretended not to see it and sped up to splash someone with mud to vent her anger, but she was, after all, a woman who could earn Lampe's respect.

Palamera, who was no longer worthy of her status, stopped.

The driver's car window rolled down.

What about "Romance in the Rain"?

Mr. Jiang remained unfazed. "Just came out for some fresh air."

Li Shurui ignored him, rolled up the car window again, and started the Panamera again.

Mr. Jiang showed no arrogance whatsoever; he immediately turned around while holding his umbrella.

When Li Shurui parked the car and opened the door, his umbrella was just touching the roof of the car, just like when Pei Yunxi picked up Luo Lier earlier.

"Send someone to monitor me?"

Li Shurui, who hadn't gotten a drop of rain on her, closed the car door. Although Boss Jiang was indeed not what he used to be, saying that was somewhat unfounded.

"It is illegal to over-regulate a partner's normal social interactions."

"Is there such a regulation?"

"Just released."

Li Shurui walked in, and Mr. Jiang, who had only walked fifty meters, held up his umbrella and kept pace with her.

"How did you know?"

"The gatekeeper." Li Shurui suddenly realized, this guy is really incredibly smart, always coming up with clever ideas.

"Where did you go? Why aren't you answering your phone?"

"Drinking, I didn't hear you."

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

We should be content that they're willing to explain.

"Sister Shurui".

Just moments ago, Wu Sheng was lounging on the sofa, but now he was standing by the glass curtain wall, greeting Li Shurui warmly.

If you're just picking someone up, why bring up the whole "walking" thing?

Why bother saving face in front of him?

Being able to win over his older sister is already his lifelong idol.

Li Shurui nodded, took off her coat, glanced at the TV, and said, "Playing video games."

Although she was called out by the older sister, her attitude towards the Martial Saint remained unchanged.

"Yeah, I played by myself."

The Martial Saint offered no further explanation, then quickly put away the Switch and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

He wisely withdrew.

"Who are you drinking with?"

"Wait until this kid goes upstairs," Boss Jiang asked.

"Siyi".

cold war?

No way, that's too low-level. Just as someone was about to chime in and liven things up, Li Shurui continued as if nothing had happened, "And there's also Junior Sister Luo."

Jiang Chen paused, realizing that he had only written down Pei Yunxi's name that afternoon, and he didn't know if Shi Qianqian had handed over the notebook to her so quickly.

"You drank and you still drove?"

Jiang Chen avoided the main issue and focused on the trivial.

"They drank, but I didn't. I drank juice. Luo's alcohol tolerance is not to be underestimated now; she's almost as good as Siyi."

"You brought her back?"

"Yeah, it's on the way."

Li Shurui held her coat up with her arm as she walked and said, "She fell asleep in the car just now. I observed her carefully for a while and found that she hasn't changed much since college. It's a waste of her talent for her to study perfume. She should enter the entertainment industry; her popularity in the future might not be much weaker than her sister's."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Too many words will be lost.

Sometimes keeping quiet is the best way to cut your losses.

"I'm talking to you."

Li Shurui stopped and turned her head.

All right.

I had no choice but to take up the mantle.

"There are only two reasons for entering the entertainment industry: one is to make money, and the other is to pursue a dream. She doesn't lack money and doesn't dream of becoming a star, so why would she choose this line of work?"

Li Shurui nodded and continued walking up the stairs. "You're really good at talking."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly and followed up, "So, should I speak or not?"

Li Shurui stepped onto the stairs and held onto the handrail. "It's the right thing for her not to enter the entertainment industry. There's too much backstabbing and scheming in the entertainment industry. In this respect, she can't compare to Miss Pei. If she went in, she might not even know who her opponents are."

Mr. Jiang, having learned his lesson, stopped responding.

Do you have a cold?

Li Shurui suddenly asked, the topic jumping very quickly.

"Completely healed."

Jiang Chen answered decisively and firmly.

"Take some more medicine to consolidate the effect."

Jiang Chen's eyes twitched, and his face darkened. "I threw them all away."

"Throw it away? Why would you throw it away?"

Li Shurui tilted her head, "It's better to be prepared. We'll always need it in the future."

Jiang Chen didn't seem to understand, but he said firmly and resolutely, "I don't need to take medicine."

Li Shurui stared at him for a while, then sighed softly and continued climbing the steps.

"Why are you sighing?"

The person who caught a cold from "winter swimming" knew they shouldn't ask, but couldn't help themselves.

“I know about your body. I’m not worried about anyone else, I’m only worried about Miss Lan.”

Jiang Chen's pupils twitched, and he pursed his lips, trying hard to hold back, but he couldn't control himself.

Do you want me to help you get revenge?

high.

That's a fucking top-tier expert!
Li Shurui was clearly taken aback by the other party's extraordinary talent. She paused, then stopped pretending, stood on the stairs, gripped the handrail, and launched a vicious kick with a sharp angle, aimed directly at a vital point.
"Let me help you first!"

Yes.

Someone possesses the Sunflower Manual!

……

The same neighborhood.

The white villa where we briefly stopped in Palamera.

This mansion is much quieter.

Raindrops pattered against the glass, making a "pitter-patter" sound.

The curtains were not drawn.

Under the warm yellow light, suppressed by the darkness of night, Pei Yunxi was already in bed, leaning against the headboard, her long black hair cascading down and resting quietly on the book in her hands.

"My Altay"

A person's temperament is not determined solely by their appearance. The books you've read, the roads you've traveled, the people you've met, and the scenery you've seen all contribute to your temperament.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

A gentle knocking sounded on the door.

Apart from Luo Li'er, there was no one else in the entire mansion.

"Come in."

Luo Li'er opened the door and walked in. She must have just taken a shower, as she was wearing cartoon bear pajamas with two ears on the hood. Her chosen position was quite interesting; she came to the foot of the bed, facing it, leaned against the wall, and put her hands in her pajama pockets.

"You've had too much to drink, why aren't you going to sleep?"

Pei Yunxi smoothed her hair, raised her head, and instantly made the cold, rainy night shine brightly.

"I didn't drink too much."

They've grown up, things are different now. As their older sister, I can't be too controlling. "What's up?"

Luo Li'er nodded and said casually, "Something's up."

But she didn't rush to say what it was about; instead, she looked at the book in her sister's hand.

The superiors set an example for the subordinates.

Or rather, it's a gradual, subtle influence.

She had read almost all the books in the study.

—People must have something to love, lest they be swallowed up by this boring life. Our bodies can survive with very little food, but our spirits need mountains, rivers, and freedom.

How can we spend our entire lives busy feeding a body that will eventually age, without ever cherishing the soul that accompanies us until death? Life is a wilderness, not a track. Let the spirit breathe and grow like grass. No matter how bumpy life is, we should live it brightly.

My Altai's philosophy of life aligns well with her pursuits.

"Sister, if I don't get married, will you support me?"

She asked without warning.

Pei Yunxi was silent for a moment, then said, "You should ask your parents this kind of question."

cut.

This is a classic case of escapism.

Luo Li'er didn't make things difficult for her sister and stood up straight. "Senior Sister Li said she's currently trying to conceive."

"Good night."

After saying that, she put her hands in her pockets and left gracefully.

The door closed.

The book "My Altay" was closed. Pei Yunxi leaned back, her head resting completely against the bed, her eyes closed, and raised her hand to rub her temples. (End of Chapter)