Chapter 91 Jiang Miaomiao said again, "Don't cry, don't cry..."
Even inanimate objects need to be secretly sealed away for complete safety, let alone living people who have to show their faces in public!
The safety and freedom of the living are inversely proportional.
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A helicopter quickly transported Jiang Miaomiao and Jiang Si back to Pengcheng.
They didn't intend to keep the news under wraps, and their itinerary quickly spread throughout the expensive city of Hong Kong, causing paparazzi and gossip-loving crowds to gather near the airport.
Jiang Miaomiao has been away from Hong Kong for too long.
But she has become successful, and even the port city government automatically dispatched a small team to the scene to put up a banner that read "Welcome home to Jiang Miaomiao, an outstanding young woman from the port city."
The senior executives of the Dajiang Group, led by Qin Shuang, were all waiting for their flight on the ground. Each was dressed in leather shoes and suits, exuding an air of superiority. This made Jiang Jiezhi, the "funeral-love youth" in his yellow hoodie, stand out starkly. But he showed no sign of humility. Clutching flowers, he blindly and confidently held his head high, waiting for his "big sister," considering himself the most handsome guy in the room.
Jiang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow in surprise. A man from the Jiang family dared to "show his face" to pick someone up at the airport?!
She quickly left Jiang Si behind, bypassed the bowing executives of the Jiang family, and stepped in front of Jiang Jiezhi amidst the focus of everyone's attention, praising him generously: "Not bad, you're finally starting to look like a human being."
"What do you mean by 'show some humanity'? Finally!" Jiang Jiezhi blurted out angrily.
Instead of offering flowers, he buried his head and bit off and swallowed the three few roses inside, leaving none for her.
This is...
A little...
"I'm flattering you." Jiang Miaomiao ruthlessly slapped him in the chest.
Jiang Jiezhi suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and vomited a puddle of rotten flower debris.
The roses are eaten and then spat out in the same way.
"Ahem." Someone was getting closer from behind.
Jiang Miaomiao turned around, her sleeve twirling, and saw Jiang Si surrounded by Qin Shuang and the others, smiling at her. She smiled and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Welcome back, Miss." The group of senior executives surrounding Jiang Si echoed their earlier welcome.
Jiang Miaomiao realized that Da Jiang Group was essentially a one-man show run by Jiang Si.
Jiang Si smiled, looking at her eldest niece's teasing face: "Come back to Da Jiang's headquarters with me, interact more, get more in the news, maybe we can boost Da Jiang's stock price again. Don't refuse, you're also an 'insider' who gets Da Jiang's dividends."
Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes at the sky.
Her right arm suddenly felt heavy, and she didn't bother to glance at him: "Jiang Jiezhi, you're just as stubborn as ever. Didn't you just say you'd never see me again..."
Jiang Jiezhi, who was clinging to Jiang Miaomiao's arm, puffed out his cheeks angrily: "You see through it but don't say it. Leave some face for your own brother."
The previously flat ginger stock price started to surge.
Qin Shuang and the others who were fortunate enough to ride in the same car as Jiang Miaomiao exchanged glances, then all looked at Jiang Miaomiao, who was pretending to sleep in the back seat: This truly proved that she was valuable on her own, regardless of anything else. As for those "others," namely the men in the Jiang family, they had all stepped down, and quite thoroughly at that.
Even Jiang Zhengye, who was at the height of his career, is now so popular that even gossip about him is no longer reported.
...
I stepped into the headquarters of Dajiang Group again.
After being taken over by Jiang Si, the Da Jiang Group differed from before in many details, but its overall direction was clearly improving.
Jiang Miaomiao praised, "You've disciplined them well. But I didn't see Second Uncle and Jiang Chengyu?"
Jiang Si accepted with a smile: "I kicked him out two months ago and he started his own business."
"Has it been erected yet?"
"If my abilities can't keep up with the times, I might end up sinking without a trace."
Just as the door-to-door visit was finished, Jiang Si took Jiang Miaomiao to her office to rest.
Jiang Miaomiao slumped onto the sofa, counting her missed calls on her phone and Jiang Si's phone in a rather unrefined manner, all of which were from the Pengcheng government.
Hong Kong is an international trade center, a melting pot of people. Even in its own territory, the Pengcheng government is worried about not being able to protect them properly, so it's easy to imagine how anxious they would be if they returned to Hong Kong. She expressed her gratitude and said she would expedite the process of dealing with the Yamada faction.
The Shenzhen government stated: "...Don't young people these days value their lives?"
The Shenzhen government decided to request personnel from the central government and then quickly send special bodyguards by helicopter.
The concerns of the Shenzhen government are not unfounded.
Because not long after Jiang Miaomiao and her group arrived in the port city, the Yamada family arrived shortly after.
In Shenzhen, the Yamada family wanted nothing more than to kill them, but they were restricted by the government and had to act timidly, so they could only scare them from time to time.
They panicked because they couldn't get what they wanted.
Jiang Miaomiao was annoyed and flustered. She disliked this constant state of vigilance; on Chinese soil, she should be on guard against intruders!
She gave the Yamada family a chance, saying, "Let's just start a war in the port city. It's either you die or I live."
Jiang Miaomiao must also kill them!
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That evening, Jiang Miaomiao returned to the Jiang family villa with the two bodyguards who had just arrived.
After connecting with the two bodyguards, three inconspicuous, sharp short hairpins appeared behind the high bun of her black hair.
Upon entering the living room, Jiang Zhengye was enthusiastically entertaining three strangers.
All three were dressed in sharp suits.
One man sat while the other stood, and the man sitting there, judging from the material of his clothes and his physique and demeanor, was clearly a high-ranking middle-aged man.
However, his demeanor clearly indicated that he was from a foreign country.
Japanese.
Her eyes sharpened.
The Japanese man he was addressing immediately turned around, revealing a very stern face.
“Miss Jiang, I’ve heard so much about you.” The man stood up and walked over, his words full of arrogance and oppressiveness: “I am Yamada Otoshi.”
For a moment, Jiang Zhengye revealed a slightly infatuated expression, as if he were missing or mourning his former superior self.
Jiang Miaomiao, however, had figured something out.
She laughed and said, "You guys are really persistent. It almost made me suspect that I have spies around me."
Jiang Zhengye, who had just received a generous gift, quickly scolded, "Daughter, be polite. We are guests."
Jiang Miaomiao glanced sideways at her father, who was not presentable in public, her eyes revealing contempt and pity.
Wait, stop!
Jiang Zhengye was most afraid of her showing this kind of expression, as it clearly indicated that she was preparing to be executed by slow slicing.
"Old Jiang, you're so kind. Your own sister was almost killed, and you're still talking about politeness?" Jiang Miaomiao said bluntly, "Politeness? I don't have any. And I don't need it with devils either."
"Miss Jiang!" Yamada's expression was somewhat sarcastic, but he still feigned extreme disappointment. "Your way of treating guests is truly impolite. I originally thought your country was a great nation with a strong sense of etiquette, but now it seems that it is really not up to par. Fathers are not fathers, sons are not sons, and people are not people. Unlike our country, which is full of filial piety, brotherly love, loyalty, and trustworthiness."
Jiang Miaomiao scoffed, "Grandchildren should learn all the words of their ancestors: 'filial piety, brotherly love, loyalty, trustworthiness, propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame.' Don't let the most important 'propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame' go to waste."
Yamada's two bodyguards were so angry that they wanted to attack him, but he stopped them.
Jiang Miaomiao slapped her forehead in realization, her acting clumsy: "I've been here so long, and I haven't even had a chance to introduce these two handsome guys to everyone. Oh right, I don't even know their names..."
Why do they bring people home without knowing who they are?
Just as Jiang Zhengye was about to mutter something, he saw the two men instantly stand at attention and salute, their military postures resembling dragons ready to leap into the air at any moment.
Yamada Otoshi's initial sneer froze, quickly shifting between several different expressions. The ruthless glint in his eyes brightened and dimmed repeatedly, clearly a mixture of thought and apprehension. After a moment, he said, "Miss Jiang, I am hosting a banquet at the Warner Hotel tonight. I would be honored if you and your family could join me."
Jiang Zhengye suddenly interjected: "The harm shouldn't extend to family members. If she participates, we don't need to participate, right?"
All sorts of gazes swept across the scene instantly, even Jiang Jiezhi revealed his contempt for his own father.
But Jiang Zhengye, being a seasoned veteran, remained composed and said, "There's no curfew in the Jiang family. Daughter, you can eat slowly with the guests. I won't keep you company; I'm too old for that, and eating too much won't help my digestion."
Jiang Miaomiao said sarcastically, "Old Jiang, didn't you just buy some aphrodisiac pills?"
"..." Damn it, how did she find out about this?
How many spies did she plant in Hong Kong?
Jiang Zhengye glanced at his watch casually, said he had an appointment to play ball with a friend, and hurried off. Before leaving, he forcibly dragged the "anti-Japanese" Jiang Jiezhi away.
Jiang Miaomiao was laughing so hard she almost cried, "Yamada, why would I go to a trap like this?"
Yamada: "You didn't even dare to go to your own Chinese territory?"
Jiang Miaomiao: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Why don't I arrange for you to sit in jail?"
Yamada's tone carried a hint of warning: "Miss Jiang, jokes get boring if you keep making them."
Jiang Miaomiao smiled without saying a word.
No matter how much he tried to provoke him, it was useless.
Seeing that she wouldn't budge no matter what he said, Yamada's usually gloomy and cold eyes finally softened, and his voice lowered: "Miss Jiang, are you really going to be so disrespectful? We have invited you to sit down and have a chat with great sincerity. We have come all this way and have put a lot of effort into preparing a big surprise for you."
"What's so surprising?"
"Tsk tsk, yes, that's good." Yamada grinned and made a small gesture. "We all said that Miss Jiang had been studying alone abroad and had long since developed a calm and composed demeanor, but her recent engagement has given us a big surprise."
Is this an attack on Yan Yousui?
Jiang Miaomiao coldly stared at the smug Yamada in front of her, especially at his disgusting attempt to imitate a tiger's heart shape. She held back for a moment, but couldn't help herself and kicked him directly: "I'll give you a big surprise too!"
"!!!"
The bodyguards on both sides were completely unprepared for the battle to break out like this.
However, Jiang Miaomiao's bodyguards were seasoned veterans. One used a grappling technique, and the other a sweeping leg kick, immediately pinning down both of Yamada's bodyguards. Only Yamada remained, and he was overwhelmingly beaten by Jiang Miaomiao!
...Jiang Zhengye, who hadn't gone far, heard crackling sounds coming from inside the house, so he pulled Jiang Jiezhi and ran even faster. "As long as the load-bearing wall doesn't collapse, everything's fine..."
...
For a very long time.
The villa was clearly the result of a fight; it was a complete mess.
A sharp, short hairpin finally pressed against Yamada Otoshi's neck, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into his flesh, and blood began to flow.
Yamada Otoshi, kneeling on one knee, looked up angrily, only to be met with Jiang Miaomiao's condescending disdain.
Jiang Miaomiao retorted: "You're Yamada Otoshi, not the head of the family, Yamada Hajime. So what if I touch you? I could even fabricate a reason for self-defense and kill you directly!"
"You dare?" Yamada was both angry and shocked.
Two soft coughs suddenly came from the side.
One of the bodyguards said seriously, "Miss Jiang, we are here to testify, you can't make this up."
Yamada Otoshi, who had thought he could intimidate Jiang Miaomiao and be credited with a great achievement by his family, was suddenly silenced by her contempt.
Amidst her laughter, Jiang Miaomiao couldn't hide her murderous intent: "Don't you dare cry, or you won't even be a man anymore."
Yamada: "..."
A hoarse roar echoed in the living room; it was the sound of shame and defeat so profound that one wanted to commit seppuku.
Yamada finally snapped out of his daze, staring in horror and disbelief at the young, beautiful woman before him. She was young and inexperienced, but her face held a sinister cruelty far beyond her years!
This time, it was his scream of agony, a scream born of the pain of his own flesh: "Ah..."
A few drops of blood splattered onto Jiang Miaomiao's right cheek.
After Jiang Miaomiao finished speaking, her eyes still only showed a smile.
This smile terrified Yamada even more than his ruthlessness.
Supported by two bodyguards, Yamada fled like a stray dog.
Jiang Miaomiao then called the housekeeper and nanny who were hiding to come back and clean up the mess.
The old housekeeper naturally followed Jiang Zhengye's lead, so when Jiang Zhengye returned, he saw Jiang Miaomiao sitting leisurely on the sofa wiping the bloodstains from her hairpin. He was furious: "Enemy has come knocking on our door. How can you be such a woman? You are completely unqualified."
Jiang Miaomiao retorted seriously, "Old Jiang, what you mean by 'qualified' is that a woman has to see herself as a uterus with two legs?"
That's really rude! Jiang Zhengye retorted, "Be more polite."
Jiang Miaomiao: Hehe.
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