Although childhood experiences differ, that is due to differences in personality and gender.

As people from the same era, Boss Jiang is surely familiar with the fable of Mr. Dongguo.

It's still that damned sense of humor at work.

Then, after Xu Kuan went to rest, Boss Jiang asked the Filipino maid to bring him a cup of hangover soup as well.

"Weren't you not drunk?"

Boss Jiang drank the hot soup, "It's already made, better than wasting it."

This time, Pei Yunxi did not mock him and silently assessed him, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Do you think I'm quite good-looking?"

Holding his hangover soup, Boss Jiang gazed out at the setting sun outside the window as he spoke.

Another year goes by so quickly.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

"Can you tell me, what is it for?"

Pei Yunxi asked calmly.

An immediate attraction might be uncertain, but Jiang Chen, who indeed doesn't grow wearisome over time, continued to drink his hangover soup, exhaled a little steam, and then smiled slightly.

"Did you have any aspirations when you were a child?"

"Studied for the rise of China?"

Pei Yunxi calmly continued, completely able to see through and cooperate with his humor.

Jiang Chen's smile grew deeper.

"Not quite. My aspirations as a kid were actually quite vulgar, to buy a big mansion with a front yard and a back garden, a sports car like those in Transformers, and if my family could be healthy and safe, I'd ask for nothing more."

"Were you also thinking of finding a beautiful wife?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, unabashedly and openly said, "I never thought about that."

He tilted his head and, looking at the woman who could even be humbly described as "beautiful as a flower," quickly declared: "I'm not being insincere, think about it, if you have a mansion and a sports car, would you still lack a wife?"

Indeed, he's not insincere.

Too damned honest.

That face which had won over all visitors remained unflustered as Pei Yunxi, composed and unperturbed, nodded lightly.

"No wonder you've achieved what you have today, seeing so clearly even at a young age."

"Haha..."

Boss Jiang couldn't help himself from laughing, slapping his thigh with hearty laughter.

An artifact, no matter how ingeniously crafted, if there is no collision in mutual understanding, it's like a soulless shell with greatly reduced allure.

The difference is like how collectors collect many treasures; some end up gathering dust in a corner, ignored, while others are frequently brought out to admire, cherished immensely.

"If you keep joking like this, be careful when the contract ends, I might insist on renewing it."

Jiang Chen lifted the hangover soup, smiling non-stop.

Pei Yunxi remained unmoved, dismissively, "You wouldn't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Jiang Chen asked, puzzled, curious.

"Such a noble person, how would he make things difficult for a woman?"

"Cough..."

Jiang Chen almost choked, laughing even more delightedly.

It's not easy.

Although Pei Yunxi isn't like Cao Jinse, a "feminist," she's certainly not of a weak disposition.

She actually voluntarily described herself as "a woman."

There's no doubt about it.

To this day.

Step by step, she was ultimately won over by Boss Jiang, at least on some level.

"Honest words?"

Jiang Chen asked laughingly, "Do you really think I'm noble?"

"Whether I think so or not, it doesn't matter."

Indeed.

No matter how he appears in front of her, it doesn't alter his "noble character."

Someone who can be called great doesn't mean every aspect of him is flawless, historical evaluations are never made from a narrow point of view.

Wait a moment.

Since when do I need to look at this guy from a historical perspective?

But it's exactly as that Allied Army commander once said.

This guy has already become an indispensable part of this era, or rather, a component of this era.

And most people.

In the torrent of the times, are just insignificant specks of dust, drifting along with the tide, leaving no trace behind.

"Ms. Pei, since coming to Myanmar, you have significantly elevated your mindset."

Jiang Chen praised, with a look of newfound respect.

Whether I think so or not, it doesn't matter.

Seemingly simple, yet profound and captivating.

"At this rate of progress, tsk, you could give lectures at universities, coincidentally, I know people at Kyoto University..."

No matter how great someone is, Qisheng International also has its lazy side.

Pei Yunxi stood up, unfazed.

"Where are you going?"

"To breathe some fresh air."

"..."

Jiang Chen put down the bowl, stood up with a smile, "Let's go together."

The two went out, choosing to walk, not drive.

Of course.

Necessary security measures were not to be lacked.

A few plainclothes guards followed, providing covert protection.

Karuzi under Allied Army rule, in general, should be considered a stable area in Myanmar, and as for the massacre in the market, it was just an unexpected event triggered by the emergence of rare treasures.

If no Dragon Stone Type had been unearthed, nothing would have happened at all.

Children chased and played, occasionally running onto the road, evoking honking and curses from car owners sticking their heads out.

On both sides of the street were many small vendors, selling daily goods, fruits and vegetables, and handmade products made at home.

This is the increasingly rare essence of life in China.

"Don't forget to call your parents."

Listening to the nagging beside her, Pei Yunxi inexplicably felt a bit helpless.

Such a big person.

And yet, he still has the leisure to worry about these family matters.

"Things like that are not what you need to care about."

"Then what should I care about?"

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