allonlinenovel Chapter 182 Worthy of being Lord Zhou, Reward
Chapter 182 Worthy of being Lord Zhou, Reward
Jiang Siyue paused while drinking water, then looked in the direction of the voice: "--Oh, a dinner invitation."
Zhou Shiyan had no doubts and curiously took out the invitation and opened it to check.
"It really is an invitation from the racing club..." He raised his head and looked at Jiang Siyue, "Did Ah Yue do this on purpose?"
Jiang Siyue raised her eyebrows in surprise: "How do you know?"
Zhou Shiyan pushed the invitation back to the bottom of the saucer and said proudly, "I guessed it~"
After saying that, he suddenly made a gesture of holding his heart: "Wife, my heart is broken."
"?" Jiang Siyue was completely confused. "It's just an invitation letter. What's wrong with you?"
"It has nothing to do with the invitation..." Zhou Shiyan said fragilely, "A Yue had so many things happen in America, but the only thing she mentioned to me on WeChat... was her haircut!"
Jiang Siyue: "What's wrong with cutting hair? Isn't cutting hair a big deal?"
Zhou Shiyan curled his lips in frustration: "That's just a small matter..."
"A small matter? What makes you define hair cutting as a small matter? Why are bombing a wine cellar and racing cars big matters? What is so noble about the latter two than hair cutting?"
"..."
"Besides, when we were having dinner just now, didn't I also take the initiative to mention the kid who destroyed my McLaren last week?"
"Because that was the reason for the bombing of the wine cellar. If Ah Yue didn't mention it, how could we..."
"--Snapped!"
Jiang Siyue put down the glass heavily and interrupted him impatiently: "Oh? So Master Zhou has a problem with what I did these past two days?"
Zhou Shiyan was startled by the sudden noise, and immediately dared not to be naughty, and hurriedly shook his head to deny: "No! No objection!"
"Whatever Ah Yue does is right!"
"..." If possible, Jiang Siyue really wanted to conjure up a whip on the spot and beat him to death.
Perhaps sensing its owner's consciousness, the sensible sapphire immediately began to flash on the wrist.
The atmosphere around him suddenly became strange, and the few short seconds seemed to be stretched infinitely.
The faint blue fluorescence flashed eagerly, and the shadow of the long whip was looming in Jiang Siyue's hand. When Zhou Shiyan glanced at it inadvertently, he remained calm.
——In fact, I even decided which hospital I would stay in after getting beaten up.
It’s a pity that despite his careful consideration, the whip did not come down “as he wished” in the end.
Because Jiang Siyue once again held back.
Zhou Shiyan saw her put her hands in her pockets and whisper something. The pronunciation did not sound like Mandarin, but rather like a dialect from a certain region of China.
Perhaps others would be confused when hearing it, but the experienced Mr. Jiang was able to decode the source of the words in an instant.
However, this was the first time he heard this Shanghainese phrase. Even though he could guess that it was not a good thing, he really couldn't be sure how dirty his wife's scolding of him was.
"Ayue..."
However, Jiang Siyue did not give him a chance to ask: "Zhou Shiyan, do you know 'Helun'?"
Her change of topic became abrupt. Zhou Shiyan was inevitably stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted: "...He Lun? The founder and CEO of Xinrui?"
"Yes." Jiang Siyue nodded, with her palm facing up, motioning him to bring the invitation.
Zhou Shiyan did as she was told. Then she spread out the paper and tapped on the invitation column. "He Lun has a close relationship with Dillon, the owner of the Jiying Club. The degree of this close relationship is..."
"It's no exaggeration to say that Dillon is Herron's 'dog'."
Zhou Shiyan hesitated and said, "Ayue means... those three people are actually He Lun's men? And the one who actually cooperated with Black Crow was not Dillon, but He Lun?"
"Yes," Jiang Siyue said in a deep voice, "but this is not what I am most worried about."
"Huh?" Zhou Shiyan was rarely confused.
He supported the table with one hand, leaning casually against the bar: "As a biotechnology company, Xinrui does have a chance to meet Dalton's so-called 'immortality' plan. For example, gene editing, telomere extension..."
“But most of this is still in the theoretical stage.”
“Let’s not talk about whether the clinical trial will be successful. Even if we wait until the end of the research and development cycle, the grass on Dalton’s grave will be two meters high.”
"The time span is so long. If I were Dalton, I would definitely not agree to such a 'scientific' approach."
Jiang Siyue pursed her lips and said nothing, staring at him intently with a look that said, "You're almost revealing the answer."
"..." Zhou Shiyan's brain was working rapidly, fearing that if he couldn't come up with an answer within five seconds, the grass on his grave would grow to two meters high by this time next year.
"Could it be that Ah Yue is worried that they have more delusional goals than the 'Eternal Life Plan'?"
The formula he used to answer the question was like solving a math problem without writing the "solution" first - there was nothing wrong with it overall, but the large blank space when he handed in the paper would make people feel angry.
Jiang Siyue was so angry that he actually laughed.
She turned around and leaned her back against the water bar, then took out from her coat pocket the two raw walnuts that she had crushed at lunch. She crushed the walnuts, which had already been broken into four pieces, even more finely, and managed to keep calm.
"There are more than 200 countries and regions in the world, and each country has its own set of rules and regulations."
Jiang Siyue said indifferently: "Let's not talk about anything else. Just talking about the attitudes of the governments of Shenzhou and America towards the existence of special professions such as 'mercenaries' and 'agents', the difference is not even a little bit."
"You know, Ms. Lu agreed to my request because I signed the agreement without hesitation to 'guarantee not to commit any crimes within the country', and because I was really lucky."
"——Before the interview, he happened to pass through the border and cooperated with the police to destroy two drug trafficking gangs, inadvertently making his position clear."
Zhou Shiyan stared at her profile in a trance and said softly, "That year... you were only 15 years old."
Jiang Siyue ate walnuts and said indifferently: "Professor Zhou, fifteen is not young. In another year, won't you be as old as when you were teaching in Mellia?"
"What's more, even Luo Luo was able to beat an adult male with one hand when he was only 14 years old. "
"To sum up, age is not a measure of a person's ability."
"..." The beautiful atmosphere of the initial meeting was gone, Zhou Shiyan smiled helplessly, "Well, Ah Yue is right."
Jiang Siyue didn't pay attention to the strange change in tone at the end of his voice, and just seriously returned to the topic.
"Look at America - the power of the country is decentralized, and senior officials are not subordinate to each other and even confront each other."
"Being a president also requires you to be a part-time 'boxer'. You can only come up with policies if you win the whole fight. Otherwise, even if you draft a law, it will be torn to pieces by the people in Congress and the courts."
"Not to mention if you run into a hardliner, they'll flip your desk over on the spot."
Zhou Shiyan suddenly understood something from her short, enigmatic description.
"But the plan of those underworld clubs joining forces to contract Nanling Mountain was approved unanimously by the parliament?"
Seeing him getting the point, Jiang Siyue finally nodded in satisfaction and threw him a small half piece of whole walnut kernel: "You are worthy of being Lord Zhou. Reward."
Zhou Aiqing was unexpectedly rewarded, and before he had time to "thank the emperor for his grace", the emperor quickly took back the reward.
"Sorry, I forgot you don't like raw food..."
Zhou Shiyan: “?!”
Facing Zhou Shiyan’s astonished look, the remaining two words “walnut” were stuck in Jiang Siyue’s throat.
A bold guess that had been forming in his mind for the past few days gradually took shape. Zhou Shiyan clasped his fingers tightly on the table, and even his voice trembled uncontrollably: "I... when did I say..."
Jiang Siyue was no less shocked than him.
She spread out her palms and murmured in the same strange tone: "Yeah, when did you say that?"
"How do I know you don't like raw walnuts?"