"Do you have any contact with Tong Dan?"
On the second day of the funeral, Jiang Chen sat in the procession heading to pay respects, with Pan Yang accompanying him.
"Of course."
Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli were also brought along, in the car behind.
"We chat occasionally."
Pan Yang admitted naturally, "Miss Tong has been quite busy with work recently."
"Yeah, she’s indeed busy. She doesn’t have much relevant experience, so if she sotis forgets to reply, just be understanding."
Fang Qing had assigned the expansion project of Sand Field Airport to Tong Dan, and Jiang Chen knew about it. He always thought that girl, Tong Dan, was living life complacently, but it turned out she was quite career-oriented.
Or rather, she had a sense of responsibility.
Forced to take charge, yet sparing no effort.
"Miss Tong is very polite, she won’t fail to reply even if it takes a dozen hours."
Jiang Chen chuckled silently, glancing at Pan Yang beside him, whose fate had changed, not expecting the latter to have a humorous side.
"As a guy, sotis you have to take the initiative. If she forgets to check, you can actually send a few more ssages."
Boss Jiang offered on-the-spot advice, but Pan Yang questioned his suggestion: "Wouldn’t that disturb Miss Tong?"
"How could sending a few ssages be disturbing? It’s not like you’re making prank calls."
Jiang Chen said, "You don’t send one ssage, wait for her to reply hours later, and then send a second one, right?"
Pan Yang was silent, seemingly hit the mark.
"When dealing with girls, being a gentleman is naturally essential, but making her feel valued is also very important. There’s truth in the old saying, ’A persistent boy chases the girl.’
Pan Yang laughed, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for the advice."
"I’ve known Tong Dan for almost ten years. She and Fang Qing are sisters. I know her pretty well. Straightforward personality, not a bad heart..."
"I know, Miss Tong is a very kind person."
Jiang Chen nodded, stopping there.
As a friend, all he could do was matchmake; it wasn’t appropriate to interfere too much, considering relationships ultimately concern the two parties involved.
"Was the Fujihara Clan Leader’s illness really severe before his death?"
The convoy drove along the predetermined route.
Jiang Chen returned to the main topic.
They say after not seeing soone for three days, one should look at them with newfound respect. Let alone after nearly a year has passed. From being expelled as an employee to being pushed onto the forefront of Japanese power, Pan Yang undoubtedly had substantial growth in all aspects.
Mr. Jiang’s implications were clear to him.
"The Fujihara Clan Leader was critically ill several tis before his passing. It was only through the Fujiwara Family’s efforts in gathering world-class dical teams that they managed to sustain him till now."
"Are you talking about Fujiwara Takuya?"
"Yes, during the many critical monts of the Clan Leader’s illness, Fujiwara Takuya rarely appeared publicly, rumored to be caring for his father."
After a pause, Pan Yang continued, "The Clan Leader’s death should be a heavy blow for Fujiwara Takuya."
So things can’t be stated too bluntly.
Logically, would a Crown Prince wish for the Emperor’s long life?
Unrealistic.
Not to say that they would be joyful, but at least for today, Fujiwara Takuya should be looking forward to it.
And yet, Pan Yang said it was a heavy blow for him.
It seems that in the brutal power struggle between the siblings, Brother Fujiwara Takuya’s situation doesn’t look optimistic.
Actually, Jiang Chen had anticipated this; he knew Fujiwara Reiki’s capabilities all too well. It wasn’t that he underestimated the young Fujiwara Family Head, but in a fair setting, this young Fujiwara Family Head wouldn’t stand a chance against his sister.
It’s dictated by their growing environnt.
The beasts in a zoo can never compete with their counterparts surviving in the wild.
"You’ve worked for Japanese enterprises for so long; you should be quite familiar with the Japanese. Do you think the Fujiwara Family can accept a female Family Head?"
Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
Male dominance over females is a deeply rooted tradition in Japan.
But tradition, does it an it can’t be broken or exceptions can’t arise?
Pan Yang hesitated for a mont, about to speak, but finally said cautiously, "Hard to say."
Jiang Chen was silent.
Logically, if an unexpected situation occurred and Fujiwara Reiki made history, it would be a good thing for him. After all, who doesn’t know that the President of the Bilateral Union is a puppet of Shen Zhou people?
But only Jiang Chen, the "master," truly understands that Fujiwara Reiki doesn’t genuinely intend to betray the nation; it’s for self-preservation, without any other choice.
If the external pressure and threat were gone, or she gained sufficient independence, would she still heed his every command?
Maybe such considerations shouldn’t even arise.
If it ca to that point, the precaution should be to avoid being bitten back.
The convoy drove quietly, gradually nearing the destination. Roadsides adorned with wreaths, elegiac scrolls, and suited muscular n entered the view.
At this ti, they were still three miles away from the ancestral house of the Fujiwara Family!
The sheer power of this top-notch Japanese conglorate was evident.
"Damn."
Martial Saint was seeing such a scene for the first ti and was amazed. He had seen videos online of gang leader funerals in Taiwan before, thinking they were quite grand, but compared to the scene before him, those videos were nothing.
A suited muscular man positioned every few ters, and this was just one road. Other roads likely had the sa setup, which must take a massive amount of manpower.
"Sister Liuli, do you think this could be an ambush?"
Martial Saint, leaning against the window, looked back, unable to resist the worry—one can never be too cautious, especially since the small islanders are inherently unscrupulous.
"So many people, could you take them all on?"
Tanki Liuli didn’t speak, presumably a bit speechless.
She’s human, not an immortal. Plus, without weapons, even if these people stood still like pigs to be slaughtered, the exhaustion would be lethal.
Martial Saint also realized his question was naive, so his brain quickly hatched an idea.
"Sister Liuli, how about using so formations? Like the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Thunder Array or sothing. If those guys have ill intentions, you can call upon heavenly thunder at your command and strike them all!"
Tanki Liuli remained silent, looking out toward her side of the window.
"Sister Liuli, do souls really exist after death? Is reincarnation a real thing?"
Martial Saint chattered on.
Suddenly.
The car ca to an inexplicable stop.
Sothing wasn’t right.
Very not right.
With such a grand setup, traffic within a ten-mile radius should be controlled. Moreover, there weren’t any cars blocking the way on the way there.
Martial Saint let Tanki Liuli go, lowered the car window, stuck his head out curiously to look ahead, and discovered the reason.
It turned out they reached an intersecting crossroads, coincidentally bumping into another convoy, likely also heading to pay respects.
In such circumstances, the rule of turning yielding to straight doesn’t apply.
To avoid a collision, both convoys stopped simultaneously.
"It’s a vehicle from the United States military."
Pan Yang noted the license plate of the other convoy.
Indeed, distinguished guests were gathered.
"Let them go first."
It wasn’t just within one car.
A Western man with sharp features in the US military convoy smiled, issuing the command simultaneously with Jiang Chen.
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