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Chapter 768 - 583 Some destinies (asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Chapter 768: 583 Some destinies (asking for monthly tickets!)_2

"No way. I’m not even a law student."

"With your intelligence, it’s not too late to learn anything now."

"Aren’t you worried that if I become a lawyer, I might steal your livelihood?"

Jiang Chen teased.

Fang Qing remained unconcerned, "Only if you have that ability."

"Better not, I’m afraid if I really became a lawyer, I wouldn’t be able to resist sending the other lawyer to jail too."

Fang Qing was startled, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter, almost choking on the candy in her mouth.

"Feeling better now?"

Jiang Chen glanced sideways.

"You shouldn’t become a lawyer; you should become a comic actor."

"And you shouldn’t become a lawyer either; you should be a headhunter, specializing in job placements."

Fang Qing gave him a white look and stopped arguing.

"I want to take a few days off and go back home."

Jiang Chen "hmm" a response and quietly said, "It would be good to go back and see Uncle Fang and the others. You’re definitely going to be a celebrity in the field; Attorney Ding won’t have any objections."

As Fang Qing looked out the window, the candy in her mouth slowly melted, its sweetness gradually soothing her mood.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

The phone rang.

Jiang Chen carelessly took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and in an instant, his eyes flickered, then he picked it up and put it to his ear.

Whatever was said on the other end, he listened in silence and finally replied, "Okay."

Fang Qing looked out the window, not asking who it was.

Afternoon.

Fang Qing didn’t rest; the two stayed at home, nibbling on snacks and watching American TV series like they did when they were kids.

"A friend invited me for a meal; want to join?"

Jiang Chen glanced out the window.

It was about time.

"No, you go ahead. I don’t feel like moving."

Fang Qing hugged her knees, curled up on the couch, continuing to watch the next episode.

"Then, I’ll be going."

Jiang Chen didn’t insist further, clapped his hands, and stood up nonchalantly.

"Close the door behind you."

Fang Qing didn’t even turn her head.

Jiang Chen left the apartment.

Soon the sound of the door closing could be heard.

Fang Qing continued to stare at the TV, grabbing a cushion and hugging it to her chest.

"I should borrow her car and take it for a drive."

Once he was downstairs, Jiang Chen realized this too late but didn’t go back up. Instead, he walked out of the complex, walked for a few minutes to the subway entrance, bought a ticket, and entered the station.

Driving in Capital City could sometimes indeed be slower than taking the subway.

When Jiang Chen emerged from the station, he found himself on the country’s most prestigious street,

A grand, majestic avenue, where no horn could be heard, where cars of any level and any license plate drove in an orderly fashion, abiding by the rules.

Opposite was the red palace wall.

The red flags fluttered, the sentries stood solemn.

Visitors took photos as keepsakes.

Along the vast and imposing Shenzhou’s main street, Jiang Chen walked to the right, passing by a series of central agencies, and finally arrived in front of the historic Kyoto Hotel.

"Aunt Lan, this liquor is something I took from home; even my old man hesitates to drink it. I brought it especially for Aunt Lan’s welcome."

In a certain private room.

A man wearing black-rimmed glasses held up a bottle of liquor with no visible brand, very much like tribute wine.

"Song Young Master, let me."

A robust man by his side quickly stood up to take action.

It was none other than Geng Long, who had appeared in the courtroom that morning.

The relatively young Song Young Master glanced at him but didn’t refuse and handed the bottle over.

Playing the role of a waiter, Geng Long, who dominated a territory, began pouring the drinks, starting with filling two glasses.

In the private room, whose threshold was too high for ordinary people even to reach on tiptoes, there weren’t many people—apart from the two men, there was only one woman sitting.

"Miss Lan."

Geng Long handed the first glass of wine to her.

Yet, she ignored it completely, not even stirring.

Unoffended by being ignored, Geng Long, the notorious Geng Long from Jiangnan, placed the glass in front of her, then served the second glass to Song Young Master before pouring himself a drink.

"Miss Lan, Song Young Master, I will drink three as a penalty first."

He tipped back his head and boldly downed the drink.

Having finished, he reached to pour himself another.

Song Young Master stopped him.

"If you finish them all, what will we drink?"

After saying this, Song Young Master with the unremarkable glasses turned to the woman sitting beside him.

"Aunt Lan, Geng Long really didn’t know about the matter; it was purely an overstep by people under him. Since those people are now in the detention center, they might as well forget about coming out in this lifetime."

The only woman in the private room remained silent, her expression unreadable.

Geng Long glanced at the young Mr. Song.

Mr. Song appeared calm and collected, using his gaze to signal the other to keep his composure.

Geng Long did not insist on penalizing with drinks and took a seat casually.

"Aunty Lan, Jin Se will come over soon, we’ll wait a little longer," he said.

Meanwhile.

At the entrance of the Kyoto Hotel.

Jiang Chen was stopped.

"Sir, you can call your friend to tell us which private room you’re meeting at, and we’ll take you there," the staff suggested.

It was indeed the first time he had ever been stopped from entering a place.

But this was, after all, the Kyoto Hotel.

Jiang Chen did not argue with the staff; anyone would be wise enough not to cause trouble here.

Just as he was about to use his phone to make the call, a plainly-dressed young woman passed by, out of place with the profound and inscrutable Kyoto Hotel.

Jiang Chen glanced at her unintentionally, his gaze flickered, and then he called out, "Miss Cao."

She stopped and turned around.

Jiang Chen smiled politely, "Miss Cao, what a coincidence to run into you here."

He hadn’t mistaken her.

This woman with a modest appearance and eyes clear as autumn waters was indeed the Ms. Cao he had a few acquaintances with.

Lan Peizhi had even said that she would "introduce" her to him.

"Truly coincidental."

She seemed to have recognized him as well and responded with a light smile.

Jiang Chen put away his phone.

With the guidance of Cao Jin Se, Jiang Chen naturally entered the hotel with significant meaning in the country without any obstacles.

"Are you here to see Aunty Lan?"

Jiang Chen nodded, looking surprised, "Could it be Miss Cao is also here for that?"

Her tone was gentle, and despite her prominent background, there was not a hint of pretension, "No, but we seem to be heading to the same place."

Jiang Chen said no more.

Following the waiter, they approached a private room.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"It must be Jin Se arriving,"

Song Chao Ge said with a smile.

Geng Long took the initiative to open the door, his hurried steps seeming almost too eager.

"Mr. Geng."

When the door opened, Jiang Chen who was standing at the entrance greeted casually.

Very polite.

In contrast, Geng Long couldn’t suppress a moment of surprise and then subtly furrowed his brows.

But ultimately, as someone who had weathered countless storms, Geng Long quickly regained his composure, his eyes moving past Jiang Chen to fix on Cao Jin Se standing beside him. He forced a smile.

"Miss Cao, please come in."

Jiang Chen observed this and couldn’t help but feel a bit touched.

It seems that even the most ruthless of overlords can have a fawning side.

Geng Long stepped aside, making way.

The two entered.

Seeing Jiang Chen appear, Song Chao Ge’s smile visibly froze for a moment, apparently as surprised as anyone else, but the expression lasted for only a very brief moment.

"Brother Jiang, we meet again."

He quickly put on a warm smile again and even stood up in a welcoming manner.

"Mr. Song."

Accustomed to the play of social interactions, Jiang Chen also managed to smile flawlessly.

"After our parting in Las Vegas, I’ve thought of Brother Jiang often, please take a seat,"

Song Chao Ge welcomed warmly.

Jiang Chen walked over to Lan Peizhi with an air of ease.

The seat next to her, which was presumably meant for Cao Jin Se, was unexpectedly taken by Jiang Chen who seemed not to have noticed, and sat down first.

Cao Jin Se, whose seat was taken, sat down next to him without showing any emotion.

Now, Jiang Chen was sandwiched between two extraordinary women.

Geng Long saw this and pursed his lips, seemingly pondering something.

"The dishes can be served now,"

Song Chao Ge said, adjusting his glasses as he instructed the waiter.

"Brother Jiang, I didn’t expect you to know Jin Se, too."

"We just happened to meet at the entrance, but indeed, Miss Cao and I have some serendipity. The last time I went to Paris, if it weren’t for Miss Cao’s help, I probably wouldn’t have made it back."

A bit of serendipity.

Astute choice of words.

Song Chao Ge’s eyes twitched, but his extraordinary facial expression management did not falter, and his affable smile was maintained without any change.

"Oh? That’s quite a story, it seems the world is really small."

"Isn’t it?"

Jiang Chen replied with a laugh, his eyes subtly scanning over Geng Long and Song Chao Ge...

The dishes had yet to arrive.

But the air was already full of flavor.