Uncle Jiang Zifang was invited to Chen Ergou's new home as a guest, still with a messy and unkempt beard, abstract and wild like a beast that had run out of the Shennongjia mountains. Perhaps knowing about Cao Jingjian's existence, Uncle Jiang, who usually didn't bother with trivial matters, finally took off his tattered slippers when visiting Chen Ergou and put on a clean set of clothes, even bringing a fruit basket in hand. As soon as Uncle Jiang's teaching car arrived downstairs, Chen Ergou went down to greet him, while Cao Jingjian stood quietly at the door waiting. When Jiang Zifang saw this stunning beauty who had been "flipped over" by Chen Ergou, he was shocked - he wasn't surprised that Chen Ergou, a young man, could find a pretty wife, but finding someone with flawless looks, temperament, and demeanor like a goddess left Jiang Zifang wide-eyed.

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  Sitting in the living room, because there were only two wooden chairs, Cao Jingying was responsible for serving tea and water. Jiang Zifang, although rough in appearance, had a refined way of drinking tea, extremely particular about every detail, not like those who blindly followed fashion, but rather a true embodiment of classical elegance, just like Wei Gonggong. Cao Jingying stood in front of the bookshelf flipping through a copy of "Yanzi Ji's Painting" that she had selected from Shan Shui Hua Men, not wanting to disturb the conversation between the two men. After Jiang Zifang finished his tea, he couldn't help but glance several times at the two bottles of Maotai on the tea table sent by Fang Jie. As soon as Chen Ergou picked up the wine, Cao Jingying said she would go to the kitchen to stir-fry a couple of small dishes to accompany the wine. After she entered the kitchen, Jiang Zifang let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his chair, looking around the room and saying in a low voice: "Floating life, how did you manage to get your hands on her? This woman just stands there lightly and calmly in front of me, and I feel completely unnatural. Honestly, except for that time over a decade ago at Wutai Mountain in Shanxi's Qingliang Village, where I ran into a woman wearing cloth shoes and braids, no one has ever made me feel like I'm about to reveal my true nature. Can you handle it?"

  "It's just a habit." Chen Ergou said with a smile, looking up at someone, not everyone will feel sore, besides, the unattainable her seemed to have never deliberately put on airs in front of him, the swamp of inferiority can often breed a distorted sense of self-respect, which is also a kind of precious tempering.

  "When will you get married?" Jiang Zifu asked curiously.

  "Because of the household registration and ID card issues, it will take some time." Chen Ergou said regretfully. He was obviously more eager than anyone else to enter the city. If Guo Qian's wealth and Wei Gongzi's fame were high mountains, then Cao Jingjing was almost Mount Tai in Chen Ergou's spiritual world. Climbing Mount Tai would allow him to conquer a seemingly insurmountable peak. Marriage had nothing to do with self-interest; Chen Ergou just wanted a woman who wouldn't be dragged down by him. He also wanted to conquer a high peak that seemed impossible to cross. As for how much gratitude, ***, and adoration were mixed in, it was naturally hard for the emotionally mature Chen Ergou to distinguish between them.

  "Why did she take a liking to you?" The bystander, Jiang Zifu, was sharp and got straight to the point. His boldness in asking such an impertinent question showed that he didn't consider Chen Erdou, his half-disciple, as an outsider.

  "It's possible that she was possessed by a ghost, otherwise I really can't think of any other reason. When she decided to be with me, I had just been kicked out of Zhongshan Golf and had no money or power." Chen Ergou laughed, this of course wasn't the real answer, but it was something he shared with Cao Jingjian in private, not wanting to share it with others, even if it was with his brother of over 20 years, Fugui. A man's heart always has some secrets that are destined to never be revealed to others for a lifetime.

  Jiang Zifang smiled and let it go, not breaking the pot to ask for the bottom. He looked at the young man who was getting more and more confident and more like Wei Duan Gong 15 years ago, and suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia for the many heroes who had gone with the wind. If he hadn't let Wei Duan Gong off 20 years ago, there wouldn't be the 90-year-old Wei Gong Gong today, and he wouldn't have had 15 years of carefree life. Looking at it now, among the young people Jiang Zifang had seen or met, there were top scholars like Wang Xuan Ce, Zhang Hua, Su He, and several talented juniors from Jiangsu and Zhejiang who were outstanding in talent and appearance. Over the years, Jiang Zifang had also cultivated a few young people who had made a name for themselves as soon as they debuted. Jiang Zifang's wonderful life wouldn't be just waiting for Er Gou's rise, let alone following this young man around. Er Gou's wife was definitely one of the most beautiful among her peers, but not necessarily the one Jiang Zifang liked the most. For a veteran who had been in the ups and downs for over 20 years, this interesting world didn't lack people like Er Gou, who were crazy but limited by their natural talents and foundation. Jiang Zifang knew that there were people like Tang Zhide and Shang Jia Wu who would soon collide with Er Gou. The former was deeply rooted in Jiangsu and had been making a name for himself in the underworld under family protection in recent years, while the latter was said to be the grandson of Lao Foye Dan Tai Fu Ping and the young master of Shanghai's Zhu Ye Qing.

  Guo Ge Ruo was a brave and chivalrous man, but Xia He was just a reckless and impulsive young man. However, these two young men were different, and it remained to be seen who would ultimately gain the upper hand. The cake in Su Nan was not very big, and the probability of sharing benefits peacefully was too small. Jiang Zi Fang had already made up his mind to wash his hands of the matter and did not want to get involved. Thinking about the inevitable infighting and bloody battles that would ensue, Jiang Zi Fang couldn't help but sigh and take a sip of wine. Although he didn't owe Er Gou anything, Jiang Zi Fang had given him quite a few good cigarettes. Just then, Cao Jing brought out the third dish from the kitchen, and Da Shu said in a low voice, "Fú Shēng, you'd better be careful around a young man named Shang Jia Wu. This guy is notorious for being ruthless and trigger-happy."

  "Gun fanatic?" Chen Ergou wondered.

  "He's incredibly skilled with guns, perhaps not as good as those special forces' godly marksmen, but he can handle all sorts of firearms with ease, at any distance. I have no idea who taught him that. I heard he always carries his gear with him, and doesn't take kindly to strangers. This time, he's come to Nanjing to encroach on your territory, so be careful when you go out."

  Chen Ergou silently committed this name to memory.

  A bottle of wine, Jiang Zifang drank four-fifths by himself, got drunk and went downstairs, insisting that Chen Erdou not send him off. As a result, Cao Jingjian smiled and said "drunk driving is against the law", and Uncle sat obediently in the passenger seat. It can be seen that Uncle also has a weakness, except for a small number of female gods who are not controlled by men, anyone would surrender in front of such a woman as Cao Jingjian. Chen Erdou had gradually strayed into the wrong path of not being controlled by non-goddesses. All the way, Uncle was constantly sighing that everything is fleeting in front of goddess control, loli control, mature woman control, sister control, and uniform control. After being sent to driving school by Chen Erdou, Jiang Uncle did not forget to take out a few hot action movie DVDs from his pocket and forcibly handed them to Chen Erdou, saying with a heavy heart: "These are the essence of the essence, after watching you will be elevated to the realm of all Buddhas returning to the sect, 108 styles. If you can master 10 styles, you will benefit for life. If you learn 36 styles, you will be able to dominate the bedroom. If you accidentally comprehend 108 styles, congratulations, you are invincible in the world."

  If there were outsiders who didn't understand the situation present, they would have thought that this uncle, who looked like he would buy a big bed to raise goldfish and use lollipops to entice little girls, was actually a sage from the outside world who wholesaled "Nine Yin Scriptures" and "Chrysanthemum Treasure Classics". Before Chen Er Gou could refuse, Jiang Da Shu didn't wait for him to finish speaking. Chen Er Gou then carefully brought back 5 discs that seemed to contain extraordinary skills, perhaps because he had a guilty conscience or was standing next to the bookshelf reading, Cao Jing stared at Chen Er Gou with piercing eyes and said: "Confess and receive leniency."

  Chen Ergou's hair stood on end as he quickly thought of something to say, "Uncle said that if there was an opportunity, he would take me to the other side of 1912 to go wild for a while, I firmly and righteously refused."

  "Absolutely true, I went through a two-minute ideological struggle and decided not to take the first step towards degeneration." Chen Ergou said with great righteousness. This was Chen Ergou's small cleverness. If he had refused without hesitation, Cao Jing would definitely not have believed him. But this way, although Cao Jing was suspicious, she did not pursue it further and continued reading her book "Yanzi Ji". Chen Ergou, who had narrowly escaped disaster, calmly went to the study and quickly hid the stolen goods in a worn-out copy of "Microeconomics" that had been left in the corner.

  Now Cao Jingjian lives in this small nest, and Chen Ergou has finally obtained the consent to move into the study after experiencing hardships and repeated struggles. He sleeps on a steel wire bed every night, thinking about the woman next door who only wears pajamas, and he is so excited that he can't sleep. He starts his day at 5:30 am, goes to Zhongshan Golf Course to practice boxing with Wei Qi Gongde, an old master, and returns home when Cao Jingjian has finished making breakfast. Then Chen Ergou begins to study national policies according to Cao Jingjian's plan, who always gives him a stack of documents in different ways. In the afternoon, Fang Jie often asks Chen Ergou to go with her to Qinghe Industry or attend various gatherings. At night, Cao Jingjian guides him on how to deal with adult high school entrance exams like a home tutor. Although Chen Ergou's impression of Cao Jingjian is already very high, after several nights of tutoring, he finally sees what a top student who won the first prize in the national college entrance examination and received a full scholarship from a top university should be like. Even Chen Ergou's proud math skills are defeated one by one, making him feel ashamed. However, Chen Ergou's stubborn and unyielding nature, which has been cultivated since he was in Zhangjiashan, becomes stronger and stronger, and the more he is suppressed, the more courageous he becomes, like a cockroach that cannot be killed or crushed.

  Today, Cao Jingxian first helped Chen Ergou revise a high school entrance examination science comprehensive test paper, explaining the wrong questions one by one. After drinking a mouthful of water, he looked at the time and it was already 9:30 in the evening. He said, "Let's stop here for today. Has Wang Huren not returned from Shanghai yet?"

  "It's just a matter of tomorrow or the day after." Chen Ergou scratched his head and found that his hair was not short, seemingly it was time to get a haircut again.

  "There's still a bit of time left, want to know something?" Cao Jingjian had her own time every day after 10 o'clock, Chen Ergou was curious but respected what little she had.

  "Tell me about public and private funds, I just saw a name in a business magazine, Qi Dongwu, which scared me, and I don't know if it's a coincidence. The magazine said he was the number one person in last year's public fund-raising, if it's really the Qi Dongwu I know, next time I attend an alumni gathering, even an Audi A4 won't be impressive, I'll have to rely on my wife to help me save face." Chen Ergou sighed.

  "Qī Dōng Wú is indeed from Heilongjiang." Cáo Jiǎo Jì said with a hint of playful curiosity, "I wonder if he's the one who snatched away your first love?"

  "How can she be considered my first love, don't talk nonsense, Qi Dongwu isn't a snatcher, they were originally childhood sweethearts, if they are meant to be together then so be it." Chen Ergou said with a smile and a shake of his head.

  "Last year's stock market was a one-way decline, and as long as they followed the top-down principle, most funds made decent gains. However, this year's macroeconomic situation is murky and difficult to predict, and the super-rebound based on abundant liquidity disrupted many fund managers' judgments. Their thinking couldn't transition from defensive industries to cyclical industries in time, unless they had inside information or backing from a hidden financial group. Very few people can turn stones into gold this year, but Qi Dongwu is one of them. If he doesn't have any insider information or backing from a hidden financial group, I'd say he's a genius with a keen sense of smell and the ability to handle both long and short positions. You mentioned earlier that he gave up Tsinghua for a woman, and adding this point, it seems like he hasn't given you any chance to catch up. He can navigate bull and bear markets with ease, and his fund is one of the top six, with deep resources and connections. Once he spreads his wings and starts his own private equity firm, he'll be rolling in wealth, and before long, he'll be on the Forbes and Hurun lists." Cao Jingyi added insult to injury with a nonchalant tone.

  "Qī Dōng Wú is indeed a charismatic person wherever he goes." Chen èr Gǒu said with self-deprecation.

  "Publicly listed companies are not suitable for someone with your high school diploma. As for private equity, Pudong International Investment is barely passable, but if you want to take revenge on Qi Dong and Wu Yi, this could be a decent platform and stepping stone. However, doing private equity without a strong team and government connections won't get you far, at least not with your current qualifications. Pudong International has been carved up by Qian Zixiang and Fang Jia, and with some potential competitors from Shanghai trying to poach their talent, what's left for you is probably just an empty shell with no fighting power." Cao Jing continued to fan the flames.

  "Combat power, combat power."

  Chen Ergou lit a cigarette and muttered: "I wonder if the rich and powerful, who have never lacked combat power since childhood, will have the opportunity to attend our wedding."

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  In the 35th floor of Nanjing Jinling Hotel, a luxurious suite, a slender and elegant woman walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled open the curtains, and gazed out at the night view that was only slightly reminiscent of Shanghai's prosperity. She didn't like this city, but she liked this unremarkable hotel so much that she spent a large sum of money to become its major shareholder, because it was the only starred hotel where she had stayed during her turbulent childhood.

  Ding-dong.

  The small bell rang softly, and the woman, although lost in thought, instinctively turned around, making a breathtakingly swift movement that was almost at the limit of human capability. With her hands supporting herself on the bed, she flipped over and landed on the other side of the luxurious bed, close to the wall. From her hand emerged a sharp, gleaming knife blade, exceptionally thin. The series of movements flowed like clouds and water, and her face, delicate as a flower dan's mask, was painted with a touch of crimson, striking fear into the heart.

  Pressed against the wall, she slowly moved towards the doorway, and the first thing to enter her line of sight was a thick, gun-wielding arm. She crouched down, suddenly appearing in the stunned man's field of vision. Her left hand curved into a claw, with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger hooked around the intruder's throat, twisting sharply.

  The palm of her right hand silently stabbed the blade into the fifth intercostal space on the left anterior chest wall, exactly 1-2 cm inside the mid-clavicular line, where major blood vessels entered and exited, pointing to the upper right back. The heartbeat could be felt at the apex of the heart. Her one knife happened to stab into the heart and viciously swept across, severing the blood vessel, a fatal blow.

  In an instant.

  The dying body was knocked to the ground by her shoulder, and then she turned to the second man, swiftly pulling out a narrow, cool blade. In an instant, the seemingly weak blade sliced through his neck, creating a gash that quickly widened as blood spurted out. The handgun he had obtained through illicit means was also taken from him with ease. The last man, frozen in terror, had her knife pressed against his heart, while the other hand held a handgun pressed tightly against his throat. This barefoot woman, who had just killed two men in 5 seconds, showed no emotion in her eyes as she coldly asked: "Yu Hanliang or Tangtaifeng? Speak."

  "The Dog King." The man said with a sorrowful face.

  "Do you know where the superior vena cava, main pulmonary artery and tricuspid valve are?" The woman smiled charmingly, stunning everyone.

  The increasingly anxious man looked at the two limp corpses in the corridor, his face pale, shaking his head, unable to understand what this Guanyin Bodhisattva-faced devilish-hearted and cunning woman was thinking.

  His heart suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain that cut through his entire body. It was as if his heart was being ripped apart. Just before he could let out a scream, the woman withdrew her gun and slammed her arm into his throat, crushing it with a loud crack. As she gazed at the killer who refused to die, she slowly retracted her blade and smiled seductively: "Now you know where your tricuspid valves are, don't you? Now you know why I stabbed your right atrium?" Because it's thinner, and after being pierced, there's a kind of thrill that comes with the feeling of being cut through in one swift motion.

  She kicked aside the two corpses on the ground and picked up a steel wire with a bell tied to it from the passageway, both ends of which had chewing gum stuck to them.

  He picked up his phone and dialed a number, speaking calmly: "Jia Wu, go to the surveillance room at Jinling Hotel and have Qi delete the footage. There are several bodies here, you take care of them first, then bring Yu Hanliang over, no matter where he's hiding, I want him found before dawn. Those two must be watching a show at Jinling Hotel, start searching from there."

  Hung up the phone and still barefoot, he returned to the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze. 28 minutes later, Shang Jia Wu rushed over from the Sheraton Hotel with two trusted aides to handle the aftermath.

  10 minutes later, Yu Hanliang was indeed thrown into the woman's room on the 34th floor of Jinling Hotel by Shang Jia Wu like a dead dog, and the door was closed. Only one man and one woman were left, seemingly not afraid that Yu Hanliang would pose a threat to her. Although Yu Hanliang was puzzled by this, he wasn't stupid enough to think that his original plan could still succeed. After learning that the woman had checked into Jinling Hotel alone, he immediately hired three professional hitmen from Nanjing who had a good reputation. After confirming that Shang Jia Wu and her bodyguards were staying at the Sheraton, Yu Hanliang even investigated the guests in the three rooms next to and opposite hers. Only after everything was ready did he book a room on the 34th floor and have the three hitmen, who were said to have never failed, come to the suite on the 35th floor to take care of her. After succeeding, they would call him. Who would have thought that his plan would be exposed without reason? Just as Yu Hanliang was racking his brains trying to think of a reason, the woman, aka Zhu Ye Qing, sneered: "If you can't figure it out, don't waste your energy. With that kind of thinking, you'd better think about how to give me a reason not to cripple you. You're making me wish I were dead with that nonsense. Shang Jia Wu will do the same to you. You really aren't afraid of death, daring to stay at Jinling Hotel for so long waiting for us. Next time you hire someone, remember to find some professional goods. At least they should know how to keep secrets for their clients. That's the most basic professional ethics."

  "This time I'm convinced, apart from Master Wei, you're the second person. Believe it or not, it's up to you." Yu Han said with a hangdog expression.

  "This excuse is not bad, pretty good like a man." Zhu Ye Qing smiled and said, "This is the last time, today I won't move you, but next time if I catch you again, I don't mind letting Shang Jian Wu stuff a Type 213 grenade in your mouth, can you imagine the scene of a lethal grenade exploding in your mouth?"

  Yu Hanliang's body trembled slightly.

  Zhu Ye Qing waved his hand, and Yu Han Liang left the room with a faint smile, as if he was walking on thin ice.

  Half an hour later, Shang Jia Wu knocked on the door and entered, saying respectfully: "Huang Fu auntie, it's all cleared up, no thread or trace will be left behind."

  Zhu Ye Qing nodded slightly, her bare feet, delicate and perfect, dared not steal a glance at the window. She stood quietly, like a white jade carving, with a pair of slender hands that could kill as easily as picking a weed, and a pair of perfectly curved legs, and a pair of beautiful feet that inspired fantasies. Such a woman, men would not be satisfied if they did not go crazy for her, it was not enough to express the love and admiration in their hearts.

  Businessman A was infatuated with gazing at that possibly lifelong unattainable slender back.

  He doesn't worship anyone, not even the crippled old lady who made Yao Tailang willingly sacrifice himself for her sake. He doesn't show reverence or fear to anyone, but Shang Xiaowu is willing to look up to this woman he has been desperately chasing after. He wants to be the man who wipes off that lip print of crimson rouge from her mouth!

  "You're really lucky." Zhūyè Qīng said softly, with a hint of sigh.

  Businessman A remained silent.

  "This title of Aixinjueluo has brought you nothing, at least it allowed you to stand behind a silent old eunuch who guarded you for 27 years, let you have a Dan Tai Fu Yin as your dry grandfather. If you weren't their someone, do you think I would teach you how to play with guns? "Zhu Ye Qing thought for a moment and said softly: "Have you ever knelt down, bowed your head, or felt fear?"

  Shang Jia Wu shook his head honestly.

  Zhu Ye Qing stretched out a finger, gently wiping the scarlet lips, and murmured: "If Chen Fu Sheng loses to you, don't kill him."