"Why are n always so graceful, gentle, considerate, and understanding with other people’s won?"
After a long and winding sigh, Fujiwara Reiki looked in the direction where Cui Wen and the other had left and uttered a soul-searching question.
Indeed.
Why?
This age-old mystery, I believe no man can answer, and Mr. Jiang is no exception, so he chose to shift focus.
"You are also soone else’s woman."
A textbook answer.
Instantly he transford from the subject of criticism to a noble ruler perched high on moral ground.
Fujiwara Reiki was montarily speechless, her brows furrowed and then relaxed.
"Jiang Sang still refuses to trust ."
She murmured to herself.
The drama of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide can’t always be used. Moreover, there were only tree trunks around at the mont, not stone pillars.
"Since Jiang Sang is really unwilling, Li Ji won’t make it difficult for Jiang Sang. Korea, Li Ji won’t go."
Jiang Chen certainly knew she was just joking. At such a critical ti, her father just died, during the mourning period, with the US Army eyeing their moves restlessly, how could she possibly leave everything behind to "travel."
Unless there was really a Shadow Clone Technique.
"But Li Ji will definitely make Jiang Sang understand Li Ji’s heart."
She seed to have made up her mind.
Looking at this enchantress, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but have a bad feeling, always feeling that soone was bound to have bad luck.
Of course.
It certainly had nothing to do with him.
Even if the opponent was a venomous woman daring to commit patricide, the analysis of motives in this world boiled down to the word interest.
It’s no exaggeration to say, not being self-indulgent, Jiang Chen was confident that in the other party’s mind, he was certainly more "important" than the already "laid to rest" Fujimura Yu.
Without Miss Fujiwara’s entanglent, Jiang Chen was able to set off smoothly alone.
Korea and Japan are separated by the sea. If both sides were willing, a cross-sea bridge could be constructed where a single push on the accelerator would reach the destination. As for engineering difficulty, there’s no need to worry. As long as the budget is sufficient, the infrastructure fanatic next door would achieve it with certainty.
Actually, in terms of geographical relation, these three parties should cooperate hand in hand and progress together.
Last ti in Korea, I almost left my life there. This ti returning to an old haunt, Boss Jiang could be considered to have returned triumphantly. However, Shen Zhou people have always followed the doctrine of moderation—unadorned power, the highest good like water. Of course, the uncultured nouveau riche is not in this category.
At Jiang Chen’s command, Xing Jie and Xu Kuan, who were in charge of Korean affairs, picked him up quietly. Two cars were there, but they didn’t drive into the tarmac, nor did they wear sunglasses. Passers-by at the airport certainly couldn’t recognize these were Seoul’s rainmakers, the super bigwigs.
"Mr. Jiang."
Not to ntion Xu Kuan, even Xing Jie, usually with a poker face, showed a rare smile upon seeing Jiang Chen.
I know many big brothers.
But they all call big brother.
Korea, Japan, Haojiang, Myanmar...
Unknowingly, Boss Jiang’s sphere of influence has expanded to a terrifying extent.
What does it an to be a true man?
Rember Boss Jiang is only twenty-six years old.
"Didn’t I say there’s no need to co specifically?"
"I wasn’t planning to co, but Xing Jie is such a flatterer."
Xu Kuan jested. He was undoubtedly more tactful than Xing Jie, and at the sa ti, during the ti in Myanmar, he had deepened his bond with Jiang Chen, so such jokes were harmless.
Xing Jie didn’t argue, instead, he pulled open the car door, "Mr. Jiang, please get in the car."
There were only two cars in total.
They left the airport one behind the other.
Many of Shen Zhou’s nationals are keen to tour Korea, but Korea, including Seoul, is actually nothing much.
Think about Korea’s total area.
A fighter jet’s throttle accidentally pushed too far could fly out of national boundaries; such a tiny place, what extraordinary sights could it have?
The movies are all lies.
Add a filter to a broken water ditch and you can create a Maldives effect.
Of course.
If you’re here in Korea for costic surgery, then that’s the right choice.
In Shen Zhou, there’s a pharmacy or a foot massage parlor every three steps, while in Korea, there’s a beauty salon every three steps.
"Mr. Jiang, when can I return to Myanmar?"
Xu Kuan inquired.
Jiang Chen smiled as the street’s light and shadows swept across the car window, "Is Seoul’s life worse than life in Myanmar?"
"Life in Seoul is exciting, but it doesn’t match the thrill in Myanmar."
Xu Kuan replied frankly.
n always long for the thrill of battle, especially n like him.
Moreover.
Myanmar has its nightlife too.
With enough power, no place lacks money pits.
"What, even Seoul can’t satisfy you?"
"Since Xing Jie swallowed the Jiangnan Club, we haven’t had any rivals in Seoul."
Xu Kuan stated simply.
Once upon a ti, they were chased, surrounded, and nearly hacked to death.
How unpredictable life is.
Jiang Chen gazed at the tall buildings outside the window, at a place that once unwelco him, remaining silent.
"Mr. Jiang, if he wants to go to Myanmar, he can go. I can handle Korea here."
Usually quiet, Xing Jie spoke up.
"Xing Jie, what do you an? Burning bridges after crossing them, huh?"
Xu Kuan imdiately laughed and swore, "After dealing with external enemies, you’re starting to think about usurping power, is it?"
Everyone could tell it was a joke.
But in front of the boss, not every joke can be told.
Xu Kuan dared to speak like this, naturally understanding Mr. Jiang’s personality.
In the midst of banter, a towering hotel appeared by the roadside.
The car stopped.
"We bought this hotel last year, renovated it, changed its na, and now it’s Korea’s top Platinum Level hotel."
Xu Kuan introduced, more out of pride than sheer enthusiasm.
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