"Really not coming back with me?"
At the entrance of the Sheraton Hotel.
Jiang Chen shook his head.
Shi Qianxi pursed her lips with a smile, not insisting further, "You will be responsible for accompanying Mr. Jiang next."
Gao Zhengbi nodded quickly, "Yes, Director Shi."
Jiang Chen took on the role of the bodyguard and opened the car door for her.
Ouyang Cheng wasn’t around, presumably busy with aftermath work. For a person of his caliber, indeed he deemed it beneath him to perform such a display as seeing off the new head of the family.
Shi Qianxi sat in the car without any signs of embarrassment.
The black sedan started smoothly.
Shi Qianxi, looking at the receding figure in the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but recall last night’s scene.
They say it’s as easy as parting a veil for a woman to chase after a man.
But when it came to her, it inexplicably didn’t work.
If under such circumstances a man can still maintain his rationality and resolutely refuse you, does that not precisely indicate that he’s worthy of a lifelong commitment?
Shi Qianxi’s gaze grew distant as she whispered softly, "What an adversary."
"Mr. Jiang, do you have any plans next?"
Watching the sedan disappear from view, Gao Zhengbi turned and asked.
Jiang Chen let out a breath, relieved that he was a man and had the advantage in physical strength. Otherwise, if the genders had been reversed last night, he really might have been overpowered.
Fortunately, that lady was called back to her country; otherwise, if he had to face such a test every day, even if the Buddha himself were alive, he might not be able to endure it.
He once thought that even if that witch stood naked in front of him, he wouldn’t feel a thing, but now Jiang Chen realized he was wrong.
Somehow, without his notice, the image of that witch had started to change subtly in his heart,
or else last night, when sitting face to face on the bed, he wouldn’t have felt the slightest flutter in his heart as he used to.
Could it be that he was actually the same as Luo Peng?
Not inherently a one-woman man?
Jiang Chen came back to his senses, reined in his thoughts, fell silent for a moment, and then murmured softly, "To Seoul."
The land area of the Korean Peninsula is about 100,000 square kilometers.
Not even as large as a single province of Shenzhou.
From Incheon, taking the direct train to Seoul, it takes less than an hour.
With orders given personally by Shi Qianxi, Gao Zhengbi naturally dedicated himself to assisting Jiang Chen, and on the train to Seoul, he took the opportunity to introduce him to the local customs he’d observed over the years in Korea.
From the Blue House curse to the overarching power of the chaebols, to the increasingly severe gender conflicts...
The two of them chatted with extreme relish, thoroughly enjoying the conversation.
"Mr. Jiang, despite Korea has long become a developed country, its national happiness index still falls short compared to our country, and by a long shot."
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow curiously, "Why do you say that?"
"You’d be hard-pressed to find a country more competitive than Korea," Gao Zhengbi sighed. "Last year, Korea’s per capita GDP exceeded 30,000 US dollars, which puts it in the high-income society category on a global scale. Yet it has a massive number of citizens fleeing overseas each year, and the speed of population loss is also among the highest in the world."
Jiang Chen was genuinely surprised.
He really didn’t know much about Korea, only that every year, plenty of rich people make drastic changes in his own country.
"Because if they don’t flee, they have to toil away until old age," Gao Zhengbi explained. "You know how Koreans often quarrel online with Indians, right? Indians often use this fact to criticize Koreans. They always say Korean youth are asleep, while the elderly are hard at work."
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but chuckle.
Back in his school days, when he was free, he’d often browse international websites and watch people from various countries squabble online—it was especially entertaining.
India’s total population has surpassed that of Shenzhou, becoming the world’s most populous country. With strength in numbers, their combativeness online should not be underestimated; not to mention Koreans, even the people of Dongying next door couldn’t beat them.
This is illustrated by the heated nuclear wastewater incident.
India took the role of the world’s policeman, vehemently criticizing the Dongying people’s unprincipled morals and destruction of the Earth’s ecology. Naturally, the people of Dongying retorted, accusing Indians of meddling and stating that Ganges River water is probably not cleaner than nuclear wastewater.
In response, India came back with "We dare to drink water from the Ganges, do you dare to drink nuclear wastewater?" A simple phrase left Dongying speechless.
At the time, Jiang Chen was so impressed; he didn’t have much of an affinity for the kind of magical—or rather, fantastical—race that didn’t even spare lizards, making them difficult to like. Nevertheless, he liked that phrase.
Not to be outdone, Koreans, who self-proclaimed to be the originators of the world, mockingly chimed in from the side, berating Indians and mocking the Dongying people. This pushed Indians into full force, posing the question: "Discuss the common sight in Korea and Dongying."
At first, Jiang Chen puzzled over this for a long time without understanding, only to later realize why so many executives of large global enterprises are Indian.
They truly have quick wits.
Answer: US military bases in Japan and Korea.
Even through the screen, Jiang Chen could feel that the netizens from Korea and Dongying must have turned crimson with rage. Even now, he finds it hilariously amusing.
"Koreans have a knack for self-deception, but when it comes to arguing, I’m afraid they really can’t compete with Indians."
"Who can argue with that?"