Left behind, Jiang Chen’s face stiffened, then forced a smile that was awkward yet polite.
"It’s okay, it’s fine, we’re here for sightseeing anyway, she can do her business."
Trying hard to save face.
Lan Peizhi didn’t gloat and was quite open-minded, not stopping the other from taking away his junior sister, only succinctly said: "Ensure her safety."
Jiang Chen, who thought their relationship was quite close, felt a pang in his chest, feeling hurt.
Ensure the Taoist nun sister’s safety?
In comparison.
Shouldn’t the one to be more concerned about be ?
However, Boss Jiang was indeed a man, daring to take what was offered. He replied with a rather domineering three words: "Everything’s on ."
If he accompanied it with a chest-thumping gesture, it would have been even more fitting.
Lan Peizhi, as unperturbed as ever, glanced at him.
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Dongying.
The famous Mount Fuji.
Even though the cherry blossom season was long over, it didn’t stop the pilgrims’ ardor for visiting.
As a landmark of Dongying, Mount Fuji holds the sa status here as the Great Wall does for Shenzhou. Coming to Dongying without visiting Mount Fuji is like going to Tokyo without experiencing Kabuki; it would be a wasted trip.
Kabuki is sothing most can’t really experience, making the forr all the more unmissable.
When Boss Jiang, taking the subway and the bus, personally arrived at the foot of this world-famous mountain, listening to the lodic bell sounds coming from who knows where, and seeing the dazzling sunlight outline the mountain’s silhouette, he adjusted the sunglasses on his nose, feeling a slight ripple inside.
Setting aside other factors and standing from an objective viewpoint, this renowned mountain is indeed quite... magnificent.
"Mount Fuji, have you heard of it."
Boss Jiang turned his head.
How could he let Luo Peng enjoy it all alone?
He also had beautiful company.
The Taoist nun sister, also wearing sunglasses, surprisingly nodded.
It seems that although she had previously rooted herself deep in the mountains and forests, she was not completely ignorant of the world.
Since she knew, Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t redundantly give an introduction, but he still supplented the explanation with a knowledge point she probably wouldn’t know, to showcase his erudition.
"This mountain is privately owned."
He gazed again at the world heritage site and softly said.
Every country has its unique characteristics.
Dongying’s characteristics are not just about leading global customs industries, but also their land private ownership system.
This world-renowned active volcano is one of the benchmarks of Dongying’s land private ownership, and most people don’t know because long ago, the Japan Governnt rented the mountain from its owner for tourism developnt, paying a hefty annual lease, gradually making it a national iconic spot.
If all he needed was a listener, the Taoist nun sister was definitely qualified. But if she were to be a "playmate," she certainly wasn’t as professional as Xia Wanqing, who could appropriately match every secret heard, fully satisfying Luo Peng’s need to share or, say, his desire to show off.
So seemingly inconspicuous daily details can actually show a woman’s wisdom.
Of course.
A Taoist nun sister, this kind of immortal, is an exception in this secular world, you can’t generalize.
Her lack of response, or rather, no reaction at all, didn’t stop Boss Jiang from continuing, he continued "introducing": "The real owner of this mountain, I know."
Boss Jiang was indeed sincere.
He didn’t sugarcoat himself.
The words "know" were quite accurate.
But sadly, the Taoist nun sister still showed no surprise, whereas any other woman would’ve had eyes wide open as their jaws dropped.
Used to this, Boss Jiang wasn’t discouraged, "Let’s go up and take a look."
According to Dongying’s official data, Mount Fuji’s annual climbing count reaches 300,000, a truly staggering number.
In reality, Dongying didn’t fabricate the data, today wasn’t even a weekend, yet the crowd was still substantial, mostly with black hair and yellow skin, typical Shenzhou faces speaking Mandarin, making Jiang Chen feel the prosperity and growth of his nation once again.
Though there are unforgettable historical roots between the two countries, one shouldn’t view matters narrowly.
Visiting Dongying has no absolute connection to patriotism.
Moreover, the ancestors said.
Understanding your opponent is quite critical.
Also.
A trip to Dongying isn’t cheap; seeing so many compatriots here reflects the dostic economic situation even from another angle.
Of course.
The Taoist nun sister surely didn’t harbor so many thoughts; she probably sees the mountain as a mountain, and the tree as a tree.
Indeed.
While climbing, Jiang Chen kept consciously observing, but the fate between people is indeed limited.
At Xiangshan in the Capital City, he had encountered people unexpectedly, but changing locations didn’t bring such serendipity.
Boss Jiang wasn’t dejected, his state of mind was good, bearing a Daoist natural ease, untouched by emotions.
Taking the Taoist nun sister to see the world is quite aningful.
It was his first ti in Dongying, and the Taoist nun sister’s presud first ti abroad.
Hmm.
First ti.
While climbing, in a light and carefree manner, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but think, even if one day, the Taoist nun sister left, she probably wouldn’t forget his presence.
Unlike Luo Peng, he never dreamt of giving all the beauties in the world a ho, but letting soone like Tanki Liuli rember him still felt like an accomplishnt.
With Mount Fuji over 3000 ters above sea level, reaching the top isn’t easy, especially for those lacking exercise; it’s an impossible challenge on foot. Most travelers co here just for sightseeing, not risk-taking, hence the fewer people as they ascend.
Ascending all the way, Jiang Chen discovered sothing intriguing.
He surprisingly saw quite a few five-star red flags; so were planted in the soil, so wedged in rock crevices, so simply tied to branches, fluttering in the wind.
As if expressing sothing in their own way.
"Why are you here?"
Reaching too far from the top, even with their extraordinary physical conditions, it required at least four hours, so they paused at the halfway point.
"What?"
Boss Jiang drank mineral water, puzzled.
"Why are you here?"
Tanki Liuli repeated, which was very unlike her character.
By her usual conduct, she wouldn’t normally ask such a question.
"What’s wrong?"
Jiang Chen squeezed the water bottle and asked, bewildered.
"This is enemy country."
Tanki Liuli said. Even with sunglasses obscuring her eyes, Jiang Chen felt her gaze was serious.
Enemy country.
A very strange phrase.
"The old Taoist told you this?"
Jiang Chen asked.
Tanki Liuli didn’t answer.
No doubt about it.
Her previous understanding of the world ca from only one source.
Unexpectedly, the benevolent-looking old immortal was actually a "youth angry."
He could almost envision the elder’s expression when teaching his little apprentice historical stories with gnashing teeth.
Jiang Chen wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
Calculating the age.
The elder must’ve personally co through that broken era, so his understanding of it is deeper than textbook words, pictures, or videos.
Jiang Chen’s expression cooled, becoming calm.
"Precisely because of that, it’s more reason to co and see."
He didn’t correct or deny Tanki Liuli’s words,
"I don’t like it here."
The wind on the high ground lifted Tanki Liuli’s long hair, standing on Dongying’s famous mountain, she appeared more saintly under the bright sun.
"You might dislike it here because of its architectural style."
Jiang Chen turned, looking down from high above, joking as he spoke to the ethereal woman beside him.
"If the City of Tokyo were to erect copper pillars, and under Mount Fuji were built Capital perspectives.
"Would you like it?"
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