I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Jiang Chen calculated the time and felt that he would definitely make it. When he arrived at Afang Palace by car, it was just past nine o'clock and not yet the agreed half past nine. However, when he walked into Afang Palace, he was told that they had already arrived.

"How long have you been here?"

"I came at nine o'clock."

Wan Wenyadao, manager of Afang Palace.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Go and get busy."

Wan Wenya left.

It was definitely a wise deal to take over the Afang Palace from Lan Peizhi. The change of owners did not affect the business of the Afang Palace at all. The lights, wine, singing and dancing, and the extravagance of life were obviously all in the same era, but Boss Jiang, who had just returned from Myanmar, felt a sense of confusion as if he had traveled through time and space.

The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took the shade.

Since taking over the Afang Palace, Boss Jiang has indeed not put much effort into it.

of course.

It cannot be said that he has no contribution at all.

In this kind of place, changing the owner is a taboo, and business will often plummet if the owner is changed.

The tiger maniac who was as famous as the little prince couldn't stand it after eating the noodles.

All I can say is that Boss Jiang’s strength is solid enough.

Before she even got close, Princess Cao's "childhood sweetheart" was already waving and smiling.

I always like to sit on the first floor.

The programs on stage are unique.

A woman in an ancient palace dress, wearing sunglasses, playing the erhu, crossing her legs, with the accompaniment of DJ music.

The main purpose is to appeal to both the elite and the masses.

"It's not even half past nine yet. Young Master Song is here early."

Jiang Chen made a statement as he sat down.

"I didn't say you were late, you were afraid of drinking a penalty."

Princess Cao’s childhood sweetheart, the one Jiang Chen was referring to was naturally Song Chaoge, who was followed by all the playboys in the capital.

Many stories happened between the two of them, which were very tortuous and exciting. I don’t know if they can be called friends, but even if they can’t be called friends, they are better than friends, so there is no need for too much courtesy.

Song Chaoge took a cup and took the initiative to pour wine for Jiang Chen.

It seemed that he had drunk a few glasses before Jiang Chen came, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"It has to be from you. This kind of wine is hard to find on the market."

Song Chaoge talks about things that are not related to the topic.

"Mr. Song, remember to settle the bill later."

Song Chaoge looked up, unexpectedly, "Didn't you ask me out?"

As we all know, whoever invites the party should pay for it. This is an established rule.

"But I didn't ask you to buy such an expensive drink. Are you taking advantage of me, Mr. Song?"

Jiang Chen spoke frankly.

Song Chaoge smiled helplessly, looking around the packed Afang Palace, "Brother Jiang, you have such a good business here, a bottle of wine is just a drop in the bucket."

He was helpless, and Jiang Chen was even more helpless than him.

"Mr. Song, to be honest, I haven't even made back my investment cost yet."

"Then we'll split the bill."

Song Chaoge was helpless.

Jiang Chen took a sip of the whiskey in the glass and nodded readily, "Okay."

It's really not that he is stingy.

The Macallan '72.

They are usually sold at auctions and rarely circulate in the market. The price is nearly two million RMB.

If you come across it in other places other than the top nightclub in Kyoto like Afang Palace, you would definitely suspect that the wine is fake.

"I invited Mr. Song tonight. I have no other intentions. I just want to thank him in person."

Jiang Chen put down his wine glass.

Song Chaoge looked calm, "Brother Jiang, you are too polite. We are compatriots."

Obvious.

He understood what Jiang Chen meant, and at the same time, he did not play dumb.

It’s not that I can’t act.

But if you have already been exposed and you still have to force yourself to act, it would be a bit embarrassing and just add to the jokes. It is better to be open and honest, which is also elegant. Jiang Chen looked at the other person with a very sincere look.

"Is Mr. Song short of money?"

Song Chaoge frowned slightly, probably a little confused again, "Brother Jiang, what do you mean by this?"

"If Mr. Song is interested, he can buy shares in the new hotel he opens in Haojiang later."

It goes without saying who Du Enqin belonged to before.

In any case, this time in Myanmar, the proprietress of the Peace Hotel did help a lot. At least she provided a stable accommodation environment and ensured that someone did not go hungry in the midst of war.

This friendship should be repaid.

Song Chaoge stared at Jiang Chen, leaned back, and smiled meaningfully.

The gambling license of Haojing was originally snatched from him by the other party. Is it a good intention or just rubbing salt into the wound to bring up the old matter again now?

"Brother Jiang, do you look down on others?"

Jiang Chen shook his head. "I look down on anyone, but I won't look down on Young Master Song. If Young Master Song doesn't need money, just ignore what I said."

"I should have told Brother Jiang last time when we were drinking that I'm not doing this for money."

Song Chaoge said calmly, the angle was just right, his face hidden in the shadow of the light.

  Are you committing fraud not for money?

for what?

If anyone else said something like this, it would definitely be hypocritical and laughable, but with Song Chaoge's identity, if he wanted to make money, there were too many channels, and there was really no need to take shortcuts.

"The mentally retarded elimination plan?"

Jiang Chen asked naturally.

Song Chaoge smiled, his eyes revealing the rare emotion of having a close friend.

"Some people are matched with more wealth than they can handle, so it needs to be redistributed. As for those who go and can't come back..."

"As I said before, death is not a pity."

Except for a very small number, most of the piglets that died suddenly in a foreign land did so out of greed and were not law-abiding people.

So although Song Chaoge's words sound cold-blooded and extreme, they are not without reason.

"Mr. Song should watch American TV series often, right?"

Jiang Chen remembered that there was an American TV series that seemed to tell a similar story, but it was more direct and allowed legal killing.

Don't think it's abnormal or absurd.

It’s the same thing.

When material life is fully abundant, people will begin to pursue things of higher dimensions.

For example, exploring alien immigration.

Developing a virtual universe.

Research immortality technology.

……

To put it simply, when you are bored, you will start to have wild thoughts. It is not surprising that you will have any wild ideas in this situation.

In comparison, Song Chaoge's plan is actually much more "pragmatic".

"Brother Jiang."

Song Chaoge leaned forward, the upper half of his face bathed in light, while the area below his nose was still hidden in darkness.

"In this era, there is no chance of getting rich overnight. If you want a better life, you can only rely on hard work and struggle. Therefore, any fantasy of getting something for nothing or getting rich overnight is ignorant and needs to be eliminated."

--so.

  Can cattle and horses only be content to be cattle and horses?

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, wanting to speak, but in the end he did not argue.

He is not Cao Xiuge.

Can't educate people.

What's more, even if Cao Xiuge came, he might not be able to convince the other party of the ideas he had formed throughout his life.

He just picked up his glass.

"Song Shao, there are no opportunities in this era, but we need dreams."

Under the light, Song Chaoge's eyes flickered slightly, and then he raised the cup.

"Den."

Two clear and transparent wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

"Brother Jiang is right. For the dream."

(End of this chapter)