Capítulo 1892: Chapter 1242: Professionalism (2)

Jiang Chen said, as soon as he finished talking, he heard: “Why do you as a grown man always think about living off a woman?”

He was taken aback by the words.

As expected, probably caught off guard, or let’s say the person on the other end of the phone hesitated without thinking.

“Living off a woman?”

Jiang Chen probed.

There was silence on the other end.

“If there’s such an opportunity, what man wouldn’t like it?”

Jiang Chen gradually became serious.

“Isn’t a man supposed to care most about face and dignity?” The voice on the other end had no trace of timidity.

“Who says living off a woman means no face or dignity?”

Jiang Chen righteously declared, “I like living off a woman but in a tough way.”

“Do you think you’re very handsome or something?”

Cao Jinse asked, with a tone mixed with genuine curiosity.

Jiang Chen held the phone in one hand and rubbed his face with the other.

“…Not handsome… am I?”

“Beep.”

The call ended.

Jiang Chen put down the phone, opened the camera, aimed the lens at himself, and found the right angle.

“Click.”

He looked at it, felt satisfied, and sent it directly to Cao Jinse.

“Original camera, no retouching, how do you rate it?”

He typed.

The response was direct, with a [vomit] emoji.

Boss Jiang was straightforward too, returning with two words.

“Hehe.”

No punctuation.

The person on the other end didn’t type, just sent a voice message.

Jiang Chen opened it.

“Try sending ‘hehe’ again?”

Jiang Chen was puzzled, “Hehe” what? What’s the problem? Is there a need to be angry?

Although he didn’t quite understand, he still corrected it, so he replied with a [hehe]

This time it was an emoji.

The other side was [raging]

This side [question mark face]

Alright then.

The two big shots were quite idle, having a cross-space emoji battle.

When Pei Yunxi found him in the bamboo forest, she saw someone who seemed tired of standing, half-squatting on the ground, playing with his phone, completely disregarding his image, only looking up when he sensed movement.

“Finished?”

He wasn’t a Buddhist, but maintained basic reverence, though certainly not to the point of making a special trip to a temple on his own.

It was to accompany Pei Yunxi.

“Thanks for your trouble.”

Pei Yunxi looked at him and said.

“No problem. It’s also a chance to relax and breathe some fresh air.”

Boss Jiang chuckled indifferently, then propped himself up on his knees to stand, “Shall we go back?”

Pei Yunxi nodded.

The two walked out side by side.

Dang Peng and a few plainclothed guards followed silently.

Since Karuzi wasn’t big to begin with, this temple wasn’t large either, but it was popular, after all, it seemed like Karuzi had only this one temple.

Plus, during these special times, affected by war turmoil, prices skyrocketing, some people couldn’t even afford food, not knowing whom to turn to, so they came to pray to the Buddha.

And because offering incense in the hall required money, many people just found a spot in the temple to set up candles.

“Just now, a monk gave me a fortune reading.”

Jiang Chen turned his head.

“Said I would have a calamity involving blood soon.” Pei Yunxi said, her expression unclear, as she naturally wore a mask in public.

“Really?”

Jiang Chen was surprised.

Pei Yunxi suddenly raised her hand, in her palm lay something like a sachet.

“What is this?”

“Peace Fortune.”

Pei Yunxi simply said, “Cost one thousand RMB.”

“How much?”

Jiang Chen’s voice suddenly raised.

“One thousand RMB.”

Pei Yunxi repeated, she was calm, but Jiang Chen was quite agitated and stopped immediately.

“Is this thing worth a thousand bucks? It’s not even worth ten!”

Jiang Chen looked exasperated, “Aren’t you supposed to be smart? Couldn’t you see through such a small trick? Those monks surely concocted that calamity story just to sell you the Peace Fortune, how much incense money did you give while offering incense?”

“One hundred.”

Jiang Chen showed an “of course” expression.

“This isn’t back home. You need to adhere to the local consumption level and economic conditions, others give three or five bucks, and you give a hundred, isn’t that plainly telling others you’re a sitting duck?”

Jiang Chen snatched the Peace Fortune from her jade-like hand, “And can the Buddha in Myanmar protect us? We’re foreigners.”

It was logical.

No doubts.

The Goddess Pei was more likely than not deceived.

There were indeed ascetic monks, but many were just parasites pretending to be under the Buddha’s banner to scam people.

Of course.

Such a little amount of money was not a concern for Boss Jiang, but being conned was minor, having one’s intelligence insulted was major.

“Go find the abbot of this temple, see if it’s possible to get a refund.”

Jiang Chen ordered the guards.

A refund is feasible.

But you have to return the goods to them too.

But Boss Jiang, holding the Peace Fortune, had no intention of returning it.

Planning to play the refund-only game?

Dang Peng, with the other guards, coldly took orders and left quickly.

Pei Yunxi didn’t expect he was serious about it.

Is it so unrestrained?

Even if you don’t believe, shouldn’t you have some taboos?

“Is it worth it?”

“Buddha seeks a single offering, humans fight for dignity.”

Jiang Chen said appropriately.

Pei Yunxi was speechless.

When Dang Peng and his men stormed into the main hall like wolves, the scene that met their eyes was completely unexpected.

The solemn Buddha statue was smashed to pieces.

The incense altar was overturned, and incense ash was scattered everywhere.

As for the chanting monk,

he was already sprawled out, black and blue, lying on the ground groaning weakly.

The Merit Box was wide open.

It was empty inside.

The incense money had vanished.

This scene left Dang Peng and the others in a daze.

It seemed that not only Boss Jiang was unrestrained.

There was also an expert at work.

Indeed, it’s good to go out more and see the world.

It can broaden your horizons.

Look at that.

Even temples are being robbed.

There’s no need for theory here; the money’s all been stolen.

After a brief pause, Dang Peng’s expression changed slightly.

“Go back!”

He turned and ran back.

The guards hastily followed.

They moved quickly.

When they returned, they just happened to see seven or eight bright minds who thought of robbing a temple now targeting Mr. Jiang and Lady Jiang.

You shouldn’t flaunt your wealth.

The ancestors were indeed wise.

Pei Yunxi’s generosity had obviously attracted not only the monks in the temple.

War would inevitably lead to a collapse of order.

“Sorry, I take back what I said earlier.”

Boss Jiang knew how to admit and correct mistakes. Looking at the thugs closing in with knives and sticks with ill intent.

It really was a disaster waiting to happen.

Pei Yunxi was lost for words.

She knew Myanmar was dangerous, but never expected to be robbed in a place like a temple.

“Your Peace Fortune.”

Jiang Chen weighed the Peace Fortune in his hand, then returned it to its owner,

certainly not a decapitation operation.

They looked like amateurs with a wild imagination, merely emboldened by the chaos.

Dang Peng, who had returned just in time, stopped, staring emotionlessly at the robbers with their backs to him, and without a word, reached for his gun.

The other guards did the same.

Mr. Jiang’s safety was the top priority.

Better safe than sorry.

And by raiding the temple, they were doing the world a favor.

“Puff.”

Suddenly.

A faint sound reached them, almost imperceptible; if not for Dang Peng’s experience, it would have been easy to overlook.

“Puff.”

“Puff.”

Then came the second sound.

The third sound.

Dang Peng’s face changed dramatically, cold sweat breaking out, his pupils contracting violently in fear as he looked toward Mr. Jiang’s position without having had time to pull out his gun.

It wasn’t an illusion.

The successive bursts of blood were dazzling.

But it wasn’t Mr. Jiang who fell.

Rather…

These wildly imaginative robbers were truly bursting with imagination.

It was like a balloon popping game.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

One head after another exploded.

Without exception, they all met their mark in one shot.

The scene was rather explosive, but at least there shouldn’t have been much pain.

Who says there are no deities?

Retribution came immediately.

The shattered bodies fell in succession, without even a chance to escape.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Dang Peng and these battle-hardened soldiers were startled into silence.

Before the guns fired, Jiang Chen pulled Pei Yunxi in front of him, turning her to face him, pressing down on her neck so she “nestled into his embrace,” not to deliberately take advantage but out of kindness, to prevent psychological trauma.

However, the intense smell of blood was probably unavoidable.

In the temple.

Amidst the pile of corpses.

Boss Jiang held beauty in his arms.

The scene was terrifying, yet exuded an unspeakable alternative beauty.

If a photographer were to capture this moment, it might even contend for a Pulitzer Prize.

Of course.

No one had the leisure for such thoughts.

With a blank mind, Dang Peng turned his head stiffly, not knowing where to look, his gaze aimlessly drifting into the distance.

The air grew quiet.

There was no further sound.

These guards, though tempered by life and death, had for the first time witnessed what true professionalism looked like.