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Chapter 624 - 515 The Flowers Are Especially Dense in Jin Guan City (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 624: 515 The Flowers Are Especially Dense in Jin Guan City (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

It took nearly twenty minutes of walking before Lan Peizhi stopped and let Jiang Chen get in the car to take him back to the hotel.

"Miss Lan, when are you leaving the Capital City?"

"Tomorrow."

Even if her attitude could not be considered responsive to every question asked, Lan Peizhi was from being cold. She simply didn’t say much, or perhaps people of her caliber were accustomed to being this way—efficient in action and concise in words.

"Miss Lan, why don’t we go together? I’m also preparing to leave."

Jiang Chen suggested timely.

"I’m not going back to East Sea."

Not going back to East Sea?

Jiang Chen hesitated before tentatively asking, "Miss Lan, where are you heading next?"

He hadn’t expected her to respond, but the outcome surprised Jiang Chen.

"Jinguo."

Lan Peizhi seemed somewhat distracted, as if she were preoccupied with her thoughts.

In the east, at the sight of red and wet, the flowers lie thick over Jinguo City.

Even if it could not measure up to Capital City or East Sea, this provincial capital city in Shu held a pivotal position in Shenzhou and had long been reputed to be the Land of Abundance.

Everyone knew this.

Shu produced beauties.

The Road to Shu is hard, harder than ascending to heaven. Perhaps the banished immortal of yore could have never imagined that the rugged mountains he sighed over would become a holy land for travelers thousands of years later.

"Miss Lan, do you also have business in Shu?"

Lan Peizhi replied indifferently, "I am from Shu."

Jiang Chen was surprised.

The Blood Guanyin is from Shu?

He had always thought she was a native of East Sea or its surrounding regions.

However, looking at her figure, one could indeed see the nourishment of Shu’s exquisite landscapes, yet compared to the typical beauty from Shu, she had an additional unique charm.

"So Miss Lan is from Shu. No wonder I always felt there was something different about the way you speak compared to East Sea natives," Jiang Chen continued.

Shu beauties, besides being lovely, have another characteristic.

That is fierceness.

This Blood Guanyin is a prime example indeed.

"I’ve always wanted to travel to Shu, but I never had the chance."

Jiang Chen insinuated regretfully, muttering to himself, yet his words contained implications.

However, Lan Peizhi "lacked sentimentality" and seemed not to have heard, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen felt it awkward to continue the conversation.

"Miss Lan, thank you..."

Arriving at the hotel entrance, Jiang Chen opened the door to get out and intended to say more, but she didn’t even look at him.

"Drive."

Left with no choice, Jiang Chen could only close the car door.

The sedan drove away.

Jiang Chen stood at the hotel entrance, watching the car disappear from sight before turning around with a sense of loss and walking into the hotel.

points of goodwill, stable as Mount Tai, immovable.

Even if the contract to transfer the Apang Palace was completed in the future, it is likely that it would be hard to increase.

Jiang Chen was not a pessimist, but at that moment he was not optimistic either.

He suddenly thought that those girls who loved vanity were somehow endearing.

"Ding..."

The elevator doors opened.

Jiang Chen exhaled softly as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor number.

The elevator doors closed.

The numbers on the display rose steadily.

Standing in the elevator, Jiang Chen suddenly had a brainwave.

Lan Peizhi’s approach was correct; one should always use their brains more.

When the omnipotent money was powerless, the brain became the last resort.

Jiang Chen took out his mobile phone and, without waiting to leave, opened his contacts in the elevator and sent a voice invitation to one person.

No one picked up.

He called again.

It was like dropping a stone into the sea.

He dialed once more.

Determined, Jiang Chen exemplified the spirit that sincerity can make even metal and stone come to life. After several attempts, and as the elevator doors opened with a "ding," the call finally got through.

"Jiang Chen, are you crazy? It’s late at night, do you not want people to sleep? I have work tomorrow!"

Jiang Chen walked out of the elevator, unfazed, "You weren’t asleep yet, were you?"

"How was I not? Your calls woke me up!"

"Could you sound that robust immediately after waking up?"

Without wasting too much time on words or bothering to argue about her not answering intentionally, he got straight to the point, "Tong Dan, do me a favor. Regardless of the outcome, consider it a debt I owe you."

"No way!"

Tong Dan refused without second thought.

Walking through the hotel’s corridor, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile wryly to himself.

After all, they were old classmates, and their relationship back in the day wasn’t bad. Was it necessary to hold such a grudge against him?

He was about to speak, but she gave him no chance.

"I’m going to sleep now. If you call again, I’ll block you."

After these words, a "beep" signaled the end of the call.

Jiang Chen put away his phone, feeling rather helpless. Having no alternative, he called Fang Qing instead.

Tong Dan might not give him face, but Fang Qing would certainly not refuse.

"Are you asleep?"

The phone rang for a few seconds before the call was accepted.

"I was just about to sleep. Have you returned?"

Fang Qing’s voice was much more genuine than Tong Dan’s, even sounding as if she had actually been woken up.

"Not yet, I’m leaving tomorrow."

"Shall I see you off?"

There was a rustling of bedding from the other end.

"That’s not necessary. I’m no VIP."

Perhaps due to their long acquaintance, the two had developed a rapport unusual among common acquaintances.

"Something on your mind?"

Fang Qing’s voice was gentle, maybe because she had just woken up, carrying a slight hoarseness different from her usual tone, which had a calming effect.

"Yeah... I was trying to ask Tong Dan for a favor, but she..."

Fang Qing chuckled softly.

"I understand. I’ll talk to her."

"Right."

Jiang Chen didn’t say thank you.

The call on the other end hung up.

Jiang Chen pulled out his room card and swiped it to enter his room.

A few minutes later, he received a voice call.

Jiang Chen accepted the call without surprise.

"Speak, what do you want."

Tong Dan’s voice carried a reluctant and unavoidable frustration.