Can bear fifty pounds.

Naturally, that’s fifty pounds per square foot.

As long as you take bigger steps and slow down, it shouldn’t be much of a problem.

Things done slowly tend to work out, people who slow down tend to stay safe.

Jiang Chen followed his careful and meticulous approach; after cracking a tile, he still managed to sit next to the person.

Very close.

Clothes touching clothes kind of close.

Lan Peizhi’s floating strands of hair could fall on his neck, like a naughty little girl tickling him.

"Teach me a few moves of your Daoist Sect’s ultimate techniques, I don’t ask for much, just enough to easily climb a two or three meter wall."

Those divine skills that can move mountains as seen on TV are certainly nonsense.

But achieving the agility and lightness of Yan’s secret techniques, Jiang Chen began to think maybe they really exist.

Skilled martial artists, regardless of their physique, always move with an extraordinary sense of grace and lightness.

A Daoist master once faced an interview saying to believe in science, then turned around and jumped off a twenty-meter hill to go home for dinner.

"Want to learn?"

Jiang Chen thought he’d be simply refused or ignored and nodded without hesitation.

"Tuition’s expensive."

"..."

Money?

Money is certainly not a problem for Boss Jiang.

"As long as you’re willing to teach, I can build Daoist centers for you in all the first and second-tier cities nationwide."

This truly puts him in the position of a Bodhisattva, requiring incense money and gathering faith power.

But in any case, his desire to learn is sincere, and he truly has the capability.

If they’re really built, whether he can transcend and become immortal is uncertain, but at least it qualifies as establishing a sect!

This is the power of money.

When wealth reaches a certain level, a mortal can cultivate immortality, human effort can create gods!

"What about third and fourth-tier cities?"

"Third and fourth-tier cities aren’t much of a concern, you probably don’t care about those poor folks’ incense money."

This is the mastery of language.

Not daring to speak loudly for fear of startling the heavenly folk is a level not yet reached, but the historical buildings exceed the modern houses in height, yet Comrade Jiang Chen certainly isn’t afraid of heights, sitting on the rooftop gazing at the moon—a completely novel experience.

"Why did you leave in such a hurry last night."

His hand casually placed on his knee, Jiang Chen was relaxed and at ease, though he’d be more comfortable if it weren’t for the occasional tickle of hair strands.

"Didn’t even have a chance to chat with you."

Lan Peizhi didn’t respond.

Jiang Chen gazed into the distance alongside her, "Has that code phrase always worked?"

A shameless question.

Really considering her as a bodyguard or fireman?

"Next time, you can try it."

Jiang Chen smiled.

Try?

Similar situations are undoubtedly life-and-death moments. If the attempt fails, then he’d have to go appeal to King Yanluo. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Let’s negotiate."

Jiang Chen didn’t turn his head, "I’ll pay a monthly or yearly fee, name your service charge."

Money emboldens heroes, money is courage.

Without billions in assets, there can’t be such confidence.

Actually, Jiang Chen wanted to say ’lifelong subscription,’ but didn’t mention it.

Not because he’s afraid of her getting angry, but consider it—Lan Peizhi is older than him, it’s fine for now, but when he’s sixty or seventy, should someone even older still protect him?

That wouldn’t be from the highlands far away.

By then, he’d probably have to care for her instead.

As an outstanding entrepreneur, from a business perspective, this deal is too unfavorable, not worth it.

"Are you saying you want to keep me?"

Jiang Chen was suddenly alarmed, almost slipped off, he immediately turned to see her unmoved, calm and composed.

Having lived over thirty years.

Even as a straggler of the nine-year compulsory education system, there’s no way he doesn’t understand what the term "keeping" means, right?

This misunderstanding can’t happen.

Even if he doesn’t understand now, who can guarantee he won’t learn in the future.

"That’s not how ’keeping’ is used!"

Jiang Chen quickly corrected righteously, "Keeping is a relationship based on economic transaction, wherein one party provides money, material support or care in exchange for affection, companionship or... "

Hmm.

Explained quite comprehensively and specifically!

Almost went off track!

"If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense, otherwise it could easily lead to misunderstandings."

Jiang Chen added as an emphasis.

"Why so tense, I won’t eat you."

No, you don’t eat people.

But you kill, don’t you.

Those foreigners last night, died painfully.

Wait a minute!

What’s going on.

Does she understand the meaning of "keeping" or not?

Jiang Chen panicked not out of fear of her not understanding, but fear of her pretending not to understand.

There’s wisdom in this saying.

A guilty conscience is hard to hide.

"Is that Luo Wenzhou a Jinyi Guard?"

Jiang Chen decisively shifted the topic, "Or Eastern Factory?"

"..."

Quite humorous.

Lan Peizhi remained silent for a moment, then said indifferently, "West Factory."

Alright then.

Humor indeed elevated!

You ask me what West Factory is? The cases Eastern Factory can’t solve, I solve; the matters Eastern Factory dare not handle, I handle. In a word, act first and report later, royal privilege—this is West Factory!

Jiang Chen instantly felt solemn respect, meanwhile, his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Lan Peizhi even knows jokes like "West Factory," and wouldn’t understand the meaning of keeping?

Is she truly sensing something?

"Have you gotten it figured out."

Lan Peizhi asked.

"Not that quickly, it’s not even been 24 hours. Swat."

Jiang Chen shook his head while swatting a mosquito, "At present, it’s clear that those people used false identities to enter, involving several multinational companies; the masterminds are quite powerful."

"However, since this action failed, they incurred significant losses, exposing many spies carefully hidden; I forgot to bring you a commendation banner."

This was inspired by Princess Cao.

"Then what are you here for?"

"..."

The sudden question left Jiang Chen momentarily speechless, bemused, then he said, "Can’t I come to thank you personally? Anyway, you probably don’t lack a commendation banner."