I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The golden goddess of celebration is dazzling and exudes an aura of wealth that makes people want to stay away.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, which was driving smoothly, Mr. Jiang sat with his hands empty and his eyes closed, resting.

Although I've experienced similar situations more than once, choosing a gift is still a troublesome and tedious task.

Fortunately, there was Bai Haoran.

Bai Haoran has already sent a message, and we are meeting at the entrance of the Fourth House Manor.

Haojiang is really not that big. I wonder if Mr. Jiang has done a rehearsal. We've already received a warning from ahead.

"Mr. Jiang, we've arrived."

Jiang Chen opened his eyes.

The Rolls-Royce stopped.

The driver bent down and opened the car door. Boss Jiang got out of the car and first looked at the Portuguese manor not far in front of him.

Hidden among dense forests and blooming flowers, covering an area of ​​over 10,000 square meters, it blends Southern European Portuguese romance with Eastern luxury. The white walls and gilded roofs gleam warmly in the sunlight, reflecting the shimmering harbor in the distance.

"Mr. Jiang."

A car was parked by the roadside. Upon seeing Boss Jiang arrive, a man in a suit immediately got out of the car and walked over, carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Carnations and red roses.

Mr. Jiang was puzzled.

"Mr. Bai asked me to give this to you."

Two bouquets of flowers were handed to me.

"..."

Mr. Jiang was a little confused.

What do you mean?
What about the gift that Bai Haoran was asked to prepare?

Or.

Two bouquets of flowers are a gift?
"What about others?"

The man in the suit shook his head. "I don't know."

Ok.

It seems this is the gift.

Are they really that good at saving costs?
Didn't I tell you to keep the invoices so you can get reimbursed?

Having such a "thrifty and hardworking" subordinate, Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They were already at the door; there was no time to prepare again, so the person had no choice but to take over.

The gift was delivered, and the recipient withdrew.

Fortunately, there weren't many flowers; there weren't ninety-nine or sixty-nine. Judging by appearance, there should only be nineteen, otherwise one person definitely wouldn't be able to hold them all. However, the person holding flowers in both hands looked at the carnations on the left and the roses on the right and couldn't help but become suspicious again.

Since it's about saving money.

Why buy two bunches?
Isn't one bunch enough?

Fortunately, Boss Jiang was smart enough to quickly understand Bai Haoran's intention.

It goes without saying who the red rose is for.

And it's immediately clear who this bouquet of colorful carnations is for.

One bouquet per person.

Fairness

Mr. Jiang was not a shy person, nor did he feel ashamed. He walked forward alone, with two bouquets of brightly blooming flowers on his left and right.

"Mr. Jiang."

The treatment was completely different from what Zhong Tingwang had received on his last visit. Not only were the doors wide open, but a red carpet was also laid out, and a team of bodyguards, who could compete to be male models, stood in a row on both sides of the red carpet with their hands behind their backs. The neat and uniform Chongjiang boss bowed his head in greeting, as if this Portuguese manor had finally welcomed its male master.

Mr. Jiang remained calm, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and continued walking while carrying the two bouquets of flowers. The main building of the manor is a two-story classical-style building, inheriting the style of the top mansions in Haojiang in the early 20th century. It is symmetrical on both sides, and the exterior walls are paved with milky white washed stone, with light blue and gilded lines in some places, replicating the texture of Southern European palaces. A circular tower stands on the right, with a copper-tiled dome that shines with an amber luster under the sunlight. The Baroque scroll carvings at the corners further demonstrate what is meant by craftsmanship.

The courtyard is laid out symmetrically along a central axis. At the entrance, a still pool reflects the building and the blue sky. The bottom of the pool is covered with blue mosaic tiles, and a crystal sculpture of the goddess of celebration stands in the center. It echoes the logo of Mr. Jiang's car parked outside and is also integrated with the sea god element of the Portuguese garden.

The camphor and flame trees on both sides provide ample shade, and the stone-paved path winds its way through tropical flowerbeds. Low walls with blue and white Portuguese ceramic tiles, painted with nautical and floral patterns, adorn the sides of the path, replicating the atmosphere of Lisbon's streets. Deep within the courtyard lies a Lingnan-style atrium, paved with blue bricks and featuring gray-plastered carved eaves. Sunlight pours down from above, creating interplay of light and shadow.

The main entrance features a double-arched gallery with tall, symmetrical Roman columns carved with intertwined floral patterns. The lintel is engraved with the estate's emblem and the year of its founding. The heavy walnut doors are inlaid with brass carved door knockers, their weighty texture perfectly embodying the word "respect." The building is surrounded by an open, long balcony with Portuguese-style wrought iron railings outlined with scrolling patterns, which is both suitable for ventilation and cooling in the tropical climate and allows one to gaze at the skyline.

Like people, architecture varies from place to place.

"Mr. Jiang—"

Everyone agrees.

At the entrance of the manor, there were bodyguards lined up, and at the main gate, there was a group of nannies, with their hands on their hips and bowing respectfully.

Saying.

It's understandable that the bodyguards are handsome, but why are all the nannies so beautiful? If they took off their white and blue uniforms and put on evening gowns, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's comparable to a beauty pageant.

But in the end, they are just supporting characters.

On the steps.

Fourth Wife, beaming with joy, hurried down the steps, while the model of Miss He beside her wore a faint look of helplessness.

The fact that this grand welcoming ceremony was orchestrated speaks volumes.

pity.

It's missing a dragon throne.

"Mr. Jiang, we've finally waited for this day."

As she approached, the fourth wife, dressed in a smoky gray silk haute couture gown, extended her hand with a bright and warm demeanor, her opening remarks quite artistic.

The waistline is perfectly tailored to fit the figure without revealing any excess fat. The skirt is subtly embroidered with silver thread, exuding an elegant and noble air. It is paired with a soft, off-white cashmere short cardigan, with a delicate texture and no impurities, which adds a touch of gentleness to the overall look.

To be honest, if you didn't know them, you would probably find it hard to believe that they are mother and daughter instead of sisters.

"Fourth Aunt, I'm sorry."

Mr. Jiang really wanted to reciprocate, but he didn't have the money.

Fourth Aunt noticed the two bouquets of flowers the other woman was holding. Her almond-shaped eyes lit up, her willow-leaf eyebrows were exquisitely beautiful, and the shades were just right, making her look even more elegant and radiant. She quickly turned around and said, "Huihui, look, flowers!"

Tsk.

So you know what's important and what's secondary.

Knowing that someone was coming to visit, she dressed up meticulously, which was a sign of respect, but going too far was not good.

If He Yihui hadn't been young, she might have been overshadowed.

"You've gone to a lot of trouble."

Fourth Wife turned around and thanked the guests.

The person was not embarrassed at all, and remained calm and generous, saying, "As long as Fourth Aunt likes it."

what?
Who likes it?
How did Mr. Jiang know I like red roses?

You...you like it?

Seeing that Fourth Wife's gaze completely ignored the carnations and fell on the red roses, Boss Jiang showed no surprise and spoke without hesitation, as if he had prepared in advance rather than improvising: "Because Fourth Wife is like a rose, bright and fiery, with unparalleled beauty."

Stop fucking it!

Did they get the wrong female lead?
Fourth Wife was overjoyed, her delight overflowing from the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She gracefully accepted the red rose from the other person's hand, then stepped forward, intending to upgrade the handshake to a cheek kiss.

"Mommy."

The real female lead finally couldn't stand it anymore and walked down the steps.

Mr. Jiang handed over the remaining carnations, his demeanor elegant and refined.

"This is for you." (End of Chapter)