I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Are individual lives equivalent?

Obviously not.

For example, Boss Jiang.

We can buy land and buildings for the neighbors in the compound, and promote the integration of our hometown with the international community.

Could Tong Dan do it?

Obviously not.

Same as the wattage of a light bulb.

Light bulbs of different energy levels emit different light and heat. Some people may be beasts, but it is undeniable that they can influence the trend of the world economy.

In contrast.

  Some untouchables who are willing to risk their lives for a meal, the same heart exists in both of them, which one is more important?

"Any more?"

peace restaurant.

Jiang Chen flipped through the handwritten confession.

This is the office of the boss's wife, and he recently borrowed it temporarily.

"Gone."

Xu Kuan sat opposite him and said with a little emotion: "Du Enqin has done her best. Those people only know that this is what they should know."

How could it not be considered trying hard?

Even a man of steel couldn't keep a secret under that kind of torture.

So what we know is limited.

"Mr. H."

Jiang Chen muttered to himself and placed the confessions, which looked simple but were obtained in a rather heavy way, on the desk.

It's not like nothing was gained.

At least I know his name.

"Do you know him?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Xu Kuan was slightly startled, and then immediately shook his head, "Mr. Jiang, you are joking. How could I possibly know him?"

"You haven't dealt with similar organizations in Goryeo?"

Xu Kuan frowned, and then said calmly: "No, Goryeo is a developed society after all, there is no need to resort to such tricks."

Also.

Each region has its own functions and roles.

The lives of the Burmese are worthless.

But Goryeo is rich.

Killing animals in slaughterhouses and collecting taxes in restaurants is in line with common sense, not the other way around. This is in line with globalization.

"Don't let Miss Pei know about this."

Jiang Chen said.

Although he had not been to the hotel's basement, he could more or less guess how these confessions were obtained.

Xu Kuan nodded, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Mr. Jiang, I think Miss Pei should stay away from Du Enqin."

Jiang Chen looked at him and then smiled, "You are not the one who is stimulated, are you?"

Xu Kuan is also an absolutely ruthless character. Back in Goryeo, he was able to chop his way out of a siege by hundreds of people.

The two looked at each other, and Xu Kuan said in a neutral tone: "Du Enqin didn't waste a single bit of her body. She gave all of it, including the meat and bones, to the refugees outside."

This time it was Jiang Chen's turn to be stunned.

You should know that the Peace Hotel’s good deeds have been ongoing.

I'm afraid there are people squatting at the door of the restaurant drinking free hot soup from a bowl.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and said unexpectedly: "Is it true?"

Xu Kuan nodded, "Really."

Jiang Chen was silent, and he undoubtedly looked at the proprietress of the Peace Hotel with new eyes again.

“There are rules here.”

he commented.

Xu Kuan is certainly not a saint. He could clearly stop it, but he turned a blind eye. The rules of a regular boxing ring are definitely not applicable to underground arenas.

“We ate…”

Jiang Chen couldn't help but start to worry.

Xu Kuan smiled and said jokingly: "I asked her, and she said no."

Jiang Chen also laughed.

This is a normal relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"It seems like I have to be careful with her in the future. If she suddenly adds some ingredients to you..."

Jiang Chen shook his head, and as he spoke, his cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone, took a look at it, a little surprised, then after a moment he quickly pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.

Seeing this, Xu Kuan stood up silently and left the office.

"Happy New Year, Jiang."

  Are you still saying Happy New Year?

What date is it?

But foreign friends may not understand so much, what matters is the thought.

"I thought you were so busy with your career that you forgot about my old friend. Thank you."

Jiang Chen smiled easily, without any sound of worry.

In Japan, the two cooperated very smoothly, but in fact it did not have much effect on their friendship.

After all, smooth does not mean perfect.

Providing Vera with an interest-free loan, according to the most ideal scenario, Boss Jiang should hope that people will use the funds to repay debts after bargain hunting the Japanese companies, which can be regarded as working for him. Vera can also make a profit from it, which can be said to be a win-win situation. But it is obvious that life is not a movie, and it will not be performed step by step according to a fixed script.

They teamed up to rob Japan, but in the end the Japanese just returned the money generously without caring whether Boss Jiang would be in a mess.

Also.

It is indeed only natural to pay back debts.

But you can't not accept cash, right?

There is no special indication in the contract.

Even if Fang Qing were asked to fight this lawsuit, she would be powerless.

So Boss Jiang could only express his pleasure in cooperating with Vera. As for where Vera's money came from, he certainly wouldn't ask.

inconvenient.

Not polite either.

  So after the cooperation in Japan, the two have not had any contact again. It’s also good this way. They join forces when there is something to do, and go their separate ways when there is nothing to do. Isn’t this the most comfortable relationship?

"Jiang, you are still in Myanmar, right?"

Although he knew that the other party would not come to him to reminisce about the past just because he was bored, Jiang Chen's eyes still flickered when he heard the word "still".

He hummed.

It was Vera who revealed to him the information about Fujiwara Reiji colluding with certain forces to cause trouble in Myanmar.

Moreover, he even asked for hundreds of millions of dollars in intelligence fees.

Is he a sucker?

Of course I didn’t give it in the end.

And Boss Jiang even cursed him as SB.

of course.

That was all before the cooperation with Japan.

We are all adults, so why would we care about these trivial details...

and many more.

Is this girl an adult now?

When they first met in the City of Angels, Jiang Chen remembered that the other party was still a "child".

"need any help?"

  She is a bit spoiled, but what is her family background, looks, and figure?

If someone else had the same conditions, he would probably be even more arrogant.

Therefore, this character flaw is not a big deal at all, and Jiang Chen actually likes the other person's straightforward style.

At this point.

Her sister, who was either a close relative or a distant relative, was quite different.

Dealing with that person is more difficult than guessing a riddle.

"Do you want money?"

Jiang Chen, who had experienced this before, asked first.

"No money, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

There is no free lunch in the world.

The refugees outside the Peace Hotel did not eat green food, so Jiang Chen felt relieved when he heard this.

"What conditions?"

"Catch all the minions of the Shiyuan Society in Myanmar." "What society?"

Vera didn't explain much, and simply said: "They are the group of people who are against you now."

Jiang Chen looked at the desk and picked up the confession again.

"Do you know them?"

"I don't know, but I can help you."

"why?"

Vera ignored his probing and said, "Jiang, when did you become so nagging? Do you agree or not?"

  Still need to consider?

Don’t miss this free assistant.

"There's a guy called Mr. H, he's very cunning..."

The words are not finished yet.

"I'll help you find him."

Jiang Chen was decisive.

"make a deal."

On the rippling sea, stands a white, silent island.

No one is looking for it.

No one knows.

Occasionally helicopters take off and land, but no one knows where they come from or where they go.

Mr. H, who seemed to like water very much, received two calls in succession.

A message about the allied forces, or to be more precise, about the allied forces led by Lord Jin.

Lord Jin urgently contacted the other party and made a request, hoping to advance the promised tens of billions of military expenditures.

Such unreasonable conditions will definitely be firmly and decisively rejected by the other party.

After being rejected, Lord Jin did not give up. Instead, he settled for the next best thing and requested arms assistance.

In short, it is about finding ways to gain benefits.

Faced with this condition, Mr. H did not refuse immediately, but said he needed to consider it.

Procrastination requires delay anyway.

Being too direct will more or less hurt the feelings of both parties.

Compared to Master Jin, it was actually the second call that made him depressed.

As for Lord Jin, he now has absolute initiative, but the order issued in the second call leaves him no room for maneuver.

Simultaneously.

It made him completely unable to understand.

It is an unspoken understanding that they support agents and do not personally participate in the game. He also thinks that such rules of the game are good and in the interests of both players. However, a sudden order will completely destroy this "harmony".

Destroy that Oriental guy.

That was the order he had received.

Very simple.

It's also ridiculous.

But like Lord Jin, he was actually just a chess piece, a more advanced chess piece, not a real player, so he had no ability to resist.

Operation decapitation.

It is indeed effective and direct, but it will overturn the established rules in one fell swoop.

Once the game is no longer bound by rules, the impact will become uncontrollable, and a single player will no longer be able to control the direction and development of the game.

This is a very destructive experience and it is a loss for all parties.

Unfortunately, Mr. H’s ability is limited. Even if he disagrees, the only thing he can do is to follow orders.

So he just took the initiative to call Master Jin and tactfully proposed cooperation in the assassination plan in exchange for arms.

Outsourcing tasks can at least help you avoid risks when things cannot be changed.

  But is Lord Jin stupid?

Of course not stupid.

So he got the same reply, and Master Jin began to express his willingness to "consider" it.

It seems that even though the situation is serious now and he has suffered betrayals one after another, the leader of the Allied Forces has not gone completely crazy.

Basic sanity is still there.

Mr. H is not a person who likes to wait passively, and he also knows that the other party is most likely perfunctory.

and so.

I can only do it myself.

Mr. H entered the cabin and came to a ward on the second floor. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, waited for a few seconds, and then pushed the door open.

Xia Chuchen was sitting on the hospital bed. The instruments on both sides had been removed. It seemed that his injuries were no longer serious, but his body was not in good health. He had lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, his face was pale, and his eyes were dim.

Maybe it's because I've been on the boat for so long.

Not everyone can endure loneliness.

Mr. H stood beside the bed, without saying a word, but reached into his pocket and took out a syringe from his shirt pocket.

The unknown medicine in the syringe was clear and transparent.

In the silence, Mr. H reached out and handed over the syringe.

Xia Chuchen's dull eyes suddenly lit up. He crawled over impatiently, snatched the syringe from Mr. H's hand, and then immediately stabbed his own arm.

The sharp and cold needle easily pierced the skin.

There was no pain. Instead, Xia Chuchen tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and showed an expression of inability to enjoy.

Mr. H waited quietly, patiently until the other party had injected all the medicine into his body, and then gave the other party a minute to buffer or enjoy it before speaking.

"Want to go out?"

Xia Chuchen opened his eyes and pulled out the needle from his arm.

The effect is immediate.

He looked much better. Although he still looked pale, at least his face had regained a hint of radiance.

"Where?"

He asked in confusion, wondering if it was because he had been trapped here for too long that he had lost his desire for freedom.

"go home."

Hearing these two words, Xia Chuchen's pupils contracted and she stared blankly at the man beside the bed. Then, without caring about the remaining reaction in her body, she used her hands and feet to hurriedly kneel down and climb up.

"I want to go home!"

His mind was clearly corrupted, but the instinct to go home was still deeply engraved in his heart.

"Do me a favor and I'll take you back."

"W-what help..."

Xia Chuchen's voice trembled, and it was unclear if it was because he was too excited.

Mr. H took another thing out of his pocket.

It's a photo.

"Remember him?"

Xia Chuchen's eyes were confused, and he shook his head slowly and dully.

After all, humans are social animals.

Not everyone can adapt to a lonely life.

Such a good young man was turned into this.

Xia Chuchen must have seen this photo, but he probably forgot it.

"Kill him and you can go home."

Mr. H said softly, stretched out his hand and handed over the photo.

  kill?

Xia Chuchen was in a daze, and his mind began to flash uncontrollably with the bloody scene of his rescue and Cai Jian's terrified face with tears streaming down his face before he was beaten to death.

"Your family is still waiting for you to return."

Xia Chuchen's face showed pain. He raised his hands and hugged his head tightly, which was bombarded with all kinds of memories. He knelt on the bed and banged his head against the bed. After a long time, he slowly calmed down.

He stood up again, his face was grim and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"keep your word?"

He looked up at his savior standing beside the bed, the bright red bloodshot in his eyes becoming clearer and clearer.

Mr. H nodded.

"Don't worry. You are not alone. Someone will help you. You can go home on the same day the person in the photo dies."

Xia Chuchen's breathing was heavy and rapid, and he looked at the photo again.

Compared to Mr. H, who has mixed-race appearance and body hair, the yellow-skinned and black-haired man in the photo is undoubtedly more approachable.

Xia Chuchen reached out and took the photo.

"A word is settled!"

Mr. H smiled and said, "Take a good rest these two days."

Just as he turned to leave, he heard another voice mixed with prayer and expectation.

"Can you give me another shot?"

Mr. H faced the ward door with a smile on his face. (End of this chapter)