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"Brother, a gentleman should use his mouth instead of his fists."

On the busy streets of Tokyo, Wu Sheng was still touching his head with resentment.

have to.

The carefully styled hairdo was ruined.

"Before you provoke someone, you must first ensure that you are stronger than your opponent."

Jiang Chen taught earnestly.

What could a martial saint who couldn't fight or run away do? He could only nod his head as if he was being taught, but he quietly raised his middle finger with his left hand and looked at Duanmu Liuli pitifully.

All this time of "depending on each other" was wasted.

He thought he had established a deep revolutionary friendship with Sister Liuli, but
——It’s purely wishful thinking.

"Brother, is this really your friend's store? Why is it closed down?"

"collapse?"

"Yes, look, it's posted on the door: Closed at the end of the month."

Jiang Chen glanced at the notice on the door and then walked into the ramen restaurant.

"Sister Liuli, you are so unkind. You actually watched someone die without helping him."

Only then did the Martial Saint, who had seized the opportunity, dare to complain in a low voice.

Duanmu Liuli followed him behind, her face calm, and replied: "He won't beat you to death."

"..."

The Martial Saint felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't help but look up at the sky, choking with emotion.

The snacks bought by Sato Kyuujido cannot be used as meals after all. The three people who have been strolling in Kasukabe for most of the day really need to replenish their energy. When they walked into the ramen restaurant, they still didn't see the boss. There were only a few customers. Jiang Chen found an empty table, scanned the code and placed an order. He was so skilled that it made people feel distressed.

"Oh my god, even if they were going to close down, they didn't have to shut down so early. They don't even have a waiter?"

The Martial Saint sat down, looked around, and muttered softly.

Jiang Chen seemed to be used to it, "Two taels or three taels?"

"Three taels, top up with cilantro."

The Martial Saint said immediately.

Jiang Chen didn't ask Duanmu Liuli.

In order to reduce costs, the trend of self-service seems to have spread to all walks of life around the world, and even pouring water has to be done by yourself.

"Brother, didn't you say the food here tastes great?"

"what happened?"

good question.

Wu Sheng naturally continued to ask: "Then why did it go bankrupt?"

Jiang Chen was silent.

He wanted to know too.

When we met last year, the owner of this ramen restaurant vowed to turn the restaurant into an international chain brand.

The Martial Saint stopped talking and looked around.

After more than ten minutes, a guy dressed as a chef came out from the kitchen, holding a tray with three bowls of classic ramen ordered by Boss Jiang.

"Whose is the one with extra cilantro?"

He walked to Jiang Chen's table.

"mine."

When he responded, Wu Sheng looked up, "Where's your boss?"

"I'm the boss."

The owner of the ramen shop put the ramen filled with coriander next to Wu Sheng and glanced at Wu Sheng. He knew from the orders that most of the guests at this table were Chinese, because Japanese people rarely have the habit of eating coriander, and most of his customers were Chinese living in Tokyo. However, when he saw Duanmu Liuli, out of his manly nature, his eyes froze.

Even though he was dressed like an adult, Wu Sheng was obviously a teenager, so his gaze subconsciously shifted to another adult man at the table.

"Jiang Chen?"

He looked surprised, "Why are you here again?"

Hey.

Brother Jiang Chen just boasted that he was friends with that person.

What a slap in the face.

of course.

The Martial Saint only dared to keep silent in his heart, fearing that he would be beaten.

"It's not like I won't pay. I've already paid for it. You can see it in the backend."

Jiang Chen was concise and to the point.

Cui Wen was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "What the hell, you are in such a hurry to pay? Will I still accept your money? But the money has been entered into the system and cannot be refunded."

The corners of Wu Sheng's mouth twitched.

really.

Brother Jiang Chen’s friends are all “interesting” people.

Cui Wen put down all three bowls of noodles, held the tray upright on the table, and couldn't help but glance at the stunningly beautiful Duanmu Liuli, feeling mixed emotions.

I have to accept it.

Although he didn't see Fang Qing and had changed his female companion, as a businessman, Cui Wen was certainly not ignorant of the ways of the world and didn't say a word.

"A business trip to Japan again?"

"Ah."

Jiang Chen picked up the chopsticks and asked with a smile: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's going on?"

Jiang Chen gestured towards the door, "Why is it closing?"

"Ugh."

Cui Wen sighed, "Since the stock market crash last year, Japan has fallen into a great depression, raw materials have skyrocketed, and consumption has been declining. Business is getting worse day by day, and I really can't hold on any longer."

There are no eggs left under the overturned nest.

Even if it is just a tiny wave, hitting the small fish and shrimps, it would be an unbearable weight.

"You have to be patient when doing business. You never know if the economy will slowly recover after a while."

"It's easy for you to say that, but who knows how long it will last." Cui Wen said with a smile: "The last time Japan fell into a pit and climbed back up again, it took a full thirty years."

"Isn't your dream to be a ramen prince?"

Jiang Chen teased.

"Well, plans can never keep up with changes."

Although his luck was bad, Cui Wen was optimistic, or rather, he acted optimistic. “Wealth comes from fortune-telling, not hard work; profit comes from opportunities, not hard work. It’s all fate.”

While Wu Sheng was slurping his noodles, he did not forget to give a thumbs up, "Brother, you understand!"

"what about the taste?"

Cui Wen asked.

"No problem. Very nice!"

Cui Wen found it interesting and looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen still didn't introduce himself.

"Okay, eat first and we'll talk later."

Cui Wen put away the tray and walked back to the kitchen.

"Brother, you and he must have known each other for a long time, right?"

“High school alumni.”

"No wonder."

Wu Sheng suddenly realized that his friends in society would not be so casual in front of his brother Jiang Chen.

"Brother, would you like to help them?"

"Eat your noodles."

The Martial Saint decisively shut up and lowered his head to lick his face.

Helping is a favor, not helping is your duty.

Even if it's just a small favor.

"Wow..."

While he was enjoying his authentic ramen, he suddenly heard the sound of water splashing. Wu Sheng turned his head and saw a group of tough men in suits appeared outside the ramen shop with buckets in their hands, splashing unknown liquid into the ramen shop.

Duanmu Liuli's straight nose moved, and then she put down her chopsticks.

Foodies don't just ignore everything.

"Shit! Gasoline!"

The irritating gasoline became stronger and stronger. Not only Wu Sheng, but also other scattered customers in the store could smell it. They all looked out in panic, not knowing what to do.

"Damn, it's the underworld!"

The Martial Saint was surprised.

He had seen Liao Xiangdong's underground black boxing ring, which was also done in secret. He poured gasoline on shops in broad daylight in public. This was the first time that Xiaodao had been enlightened.

It's a normal life indeed. The suited man in the ramen restaurant was blatant and arrogant, oblivious to the people around him.

This kind of behavior, what else could it be but the mafia.

"Brother, what should we do? Should we run or not?"

Wu Sheng put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Don't you know Japanese?"

Wu Sheng nodded subconsciously, but before he could react, he heard: "Go and negotiate with them and find out what's going on."

Looking at Brother Jiang Chen who was calm and serious, Wu Sheng was stunned. With an innocent look on his face, he raised his hand and pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Me? To negotiate?"

"Why? Scared?"

A typical provocation.

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But for an adolescent boy, the effect is significant.

"Afraid of a ball!"

Although I don't know why he went out to resist the bomb since he was just eating melons, no, he was eating noodles, but how can a man be a coward?
The Martial Saint had a heroic look on his face, he stood up suddenly by supporting himself on the table, turned around and walked out, striding with his head held high, resolute and determined, like a warrior who would never return.

The suit and slicked-back hair did come in handy at this time, although the hairstyle was already a bit messy.

"Soga, what are you doing?!"

Walking out of the ramen restaurant and standing at the door, facing a group of burly men who were definitely not good people, the Martial Saint remained fearless and shouted.

After all the gasoline was poured, the men in suits stopped and did not start the fire in a hurry. They all looked at Wu Sheng at the same time.

A man came forward and said something to the Martial Saint. I won't mention the content, but at least his attitude was rather abnormal. He wasn't ferocious, but rather polite.

Wu Sheng's Japanese was limited, so he couldn't understand everything, but he could get the general meaning. The other party said it had nothing to do with other people, and it was a dispute with the boss.

He is so "reasonable", is he a gangster?

Looking at the other party's friendly face, Wu Sheng did not have any hope. On the contrary, he realized that he might have encountered the real dark force.

Isn’t this the type of person that he explained to Sister Liuli last night?

"You guys pouring gasoline is against the law, you know that? Get out of here quickly, or I'll beat Yaoyaoling."

The Martial Saint spoke calmly.

In the store.

Jiang Chen sat there as if nothing had happened, occasionally eating a bite of noodles.

It’s truly a family.

Did not disgrace his sister's reputation.

"go back!"

Cui Wen, who had just heard the noise, rushed out from the back kitchen, reached the door in one step, and pulled Wu Sheng behind him.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid!"

The Martial Saint is full of righteousness.

Of course he's not stupid.

If a person were to encounter this situation, he would have definitely slipped away quietly under the pretext of just coming to see the show, but now he has two great gods, Brother Jiang Chen and Sister Liuli, behind him.

I'm not afraid of anything.

"It has nothing to do with you, go back and sit down."

Cui Wen faced the gangsters head-on and kept pushing Wu Sheng into the store.

Wu Sheng glanced at the other person's not-so-tall back, and without rejecting his kindness, he gave up the C position and walked back.

"Brother, your friend won't let me manage it."

Coming to the table, he explained.

Jiang Chen nodded and motioned to sit down, "Eat noodles."

Although a lot of gasoline was poured, there was no fire in the street. After nearly ten minutes of negotiation, the men in suits withdrew and left. Cui Wen returned to the store to comfort the frightened customers.

But after this incident, even if it was safe, no one would be able to eat this noodles. Not everyone has such a good appetite as Jiang Chen and the other two.

Customers rushed to pay their bills and leave, and in the blink of an eye the store became empty.

Cui Wen had a bitter look on his face. He did not clean up the table. He stood there for a while and then walked towards the only remaining table.

"This is not China. If you encounter similar things next time, stay away from them."

He warned the Martial Saint.

"Why are they bothering you?" Wu Sheng asked back.

Cui Wen said nothing.

"The store is closing, so you don't want to pay the protection fee?"

Jiang Chen joked, as if nothing had happened. He still remembered that when he came here last year, he ran into a Japanese society that came to collect protection fees. However, they were very friendly at the time. Cui Wen paid the money neatly and the other party left readily.

"You don't pay them protection money. This street is under the jurisdiction of the Inagawa-kai, and they are the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Cui Wen smiled bitterly, mixed with a hint of helplessness and melancholy.

Inagawa-kai?
Yamaguchi-gumi?
Wu Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, your business is not big, but the gangs you deal with are not small."

Cui Wen’s bitter smile became even more intense.

"Since it's not that the protection fee has not been paid, then you can contact the Inagawa Society. If you pay the money, they have the obligation to maintain order."

Boss Jiang was indeed a man of rules, and the suggestions he gave were appropriate and feasible, but Cui Wen shook his head.

"The Inagawa Society can't help."

"Why? They can't beat the Yamaguchi-gumi? Even if they can't, they can't just take the money and not do the job, right?"

Wu Sheng was filled with indignation: "Otherwise, what's the point of being here? We should just delist and disband as soon as possible."

Cui Wen sighed deeply and sat down on the chair he had just sat on. "It's not a question of whether I can do it or not. The Yamaguchi-gumi and I have a personal grudge, and the Inagawa Society cannot interfere."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Cui Wen is just a small individual business owner. What personal grudge could he have with one of the most powerful criminal gangs in Japan or even the world?
"Brother, I didn't expect you to be so fierce. You dare to offend the underground overlord of Japan when doing business there. I respect you as a man!"

The Martial Saint solemnly picked up the water glass.

Cui Wen was embarrassed and sighed silently.

"what happened?"

Jiang Chen asked calmly.

As for Taoist Master Duanmu, after realizing that nothing was wrong, he continued to eat noodles with his head down.

"Jiang Chen, this has nothing to do with you. Just eat your food. It will be cold soon."

"Brother, we spent money here but got scared. As the boss, you should at least give us an explanation, right?"

Cui Wen looked at the eloquent Martial Saint, and thought of how the young man had stepped forward just now, and he slowly exhaled.

"There's nothing complicated about it. It's just because of love."

Wu Sheng was stunned, then quickly glanced at Brother Jiang Chen, his expression turned strange.

"You're not going to cheat on the gang leader, are you?"

The Martial Saint asked tentatively, his eyes gleaming with gossip.

"How can it be."

Cui Wen immediately denied it, "I have always kept myself clean, and Jiang Chen knows that."

"Brother Jiang Chen, do you know?"

Wu Shengzhen asked.

do you know?
It’s really hard to answer.

He hadn't seen her for many years. They only met again in a foreign country last year because of Fang Qing, but at that time the other party did not have a girlfriend.

Not having a girlfriend should be considered as keeping oneself clean, right?

"Then why do you say it's because of love?"

Seeing that Brother Jiang Chen didn't say anything, Wu Sheng withdrew his gaze and continued to gossip about the ramen restaurant owner.

"Because... I fell in love with an actress."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The air seemed to freeze.

Wu Sheng's eyes widened, as if he was struck by lightning. He stared at Jiang Chen's old classmate in a daze. He was shocked beyond words, and his boiling emotions could not be described in words.

He was just talking nonsense, and he admired the dedication of those people's artists with a respectful attitude.

But this buddy.

Playing for real? !

Even Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment, looking at his old schoolmate who didn't seem to be joking, and said nothing.

If it's not nonsense.

That's true
Because of love... (End of this chapter)