"If that day really comes."

Fu Zili had a calm expression, "I will accept a fair trial from the court."

Jiang Chen looked out the window, noncommittal, and just took out a key and handed it to him.

Fu Zili tilted his head, surprised.

It was a Koenigsegg car key.

"Not giving it to Tie Jun?"

"He’s just running a barbecue shop, doesn’t need such a show, even the maintenance costs would be a burden for him."

Fu Zili couldn’t help but laugh.

"Taking over Green Land requires some degree of power and you need to let the outside world see it, or how will the public have confidence in you?"

Fu Zili took a few drags on his cigarette.

"It really seems impossible to refuse."

Jiang Chen laughed softly, "It’s not a gift, just a loan."

Fu Zili threw away his cigarette butt, extinguished it with his foot, remained silent, and reached out to take the key.

"You take care of yourself, okay."

"What?"

"If something happens to you, we are all screwed."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, as if he hadn’t considered this issue at all, then he chuckled.

"So, remember to pray for me too when you burn incense and worship Buddha."

The two men stood in front of the window chatting and laughing, leaving behind faint shadows in the corridor.

————

"How’s the battle?"

It’s 5:30 in the afternoon.

The largest banquet hall in Siram.

Guests were arriving one after another.

There were about forty to fifty round tables in total, spacious and grand. In the center was a walkway, flanked by white roses wrapped in bouquets, and soft white ribbons flowed like a river. At the end, the floral arch stood tall, with emerald vines woven into a net, densely adorned with ivory roses and pale pink daisies, with strung small lamps hanging within.

The lighting softly glimmered in mid-air, the tiny points of light like stars and moons adorning the night sky, echoing with the autumn sun filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows; a crystal chandelier suspended silently from the dome, reflecting a fantastical brilliance through its transparent and shimmering refractions.

Waiters moved quietly between the tables, with the flower branches on the table extending outward. Thin crystal glassware shimmered slightly, and the candle flames swayed like orange-red heartbeats on the linen tablecloth, casting a warm heart shape on the pure white background.

The main backdrop was a pristine white wall, adorned with light veils that draped down the sides, like solidified moonlight, making the central suspended iron floral wreath all the more fresh and striking. Countless delicate flowers were intricately twined upon the wreath, like countless sweet kisses gently frozen in time.

Around the hall, large circular displays clearly played the newlyweds’ wedding photos, capturing the happiness of this celebration through audio and video, leaving every guest present infected with joy.

To emerge as a standout, the environment here indeed had its unique charm.

"Hehe, Brother Zili, here’s your share of the winnings."

The bridesmaids and groomsmen had finished their card game and were seated near the front along the walkway.

Hong Xiaoyu was jubilant, seemingly the biggest winner.

"How much did you win?"

"Three thousand."

Even Fu Zili was taken aback, "Who lost?"

"Three against one."

Looking at the three ladies, Fu Zili couldn’t help but smile, "The old saying really holds true."

"Too fake, I’m never playing again."

Tong Dan was indignant.

"When it’s three women and one man, either the man wins or the man loses, it’s a rule."

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"Who knew you couldn’t even beat Xiao Yu?"

"Brother Zili, fifteen hundred each."

Hong Xiaoyu seemed magnanimous, but in reality, he was trying to divert hatred, but Fu Zili was too shrewd.

"We agreed, the winnings are all yours."

"No worries, you guys already took over six grand in red envelopes, there’s still profit."

Someone always knows how to console.

Wu Yubin, who was observing all day, was filled with conflicting emotions.

Tie Jun always teased him as the county’s Brahman.

But today, he encountered the "Sky Dragon People."

And if he hadn’t seen it himself, he could never believe that the "Sky Dragon People" could look like this.

"I lost two thousand by myself! It’s not fair, you have to make it up to me!"

Indeed.

The organizer usually loses the worst.

He recalled that when he and Fu Zili left earlier, Tong Dan had clearly had a big win, such is the ever-changing card arena.

"Why should I make it up to you? If anyone should, it’s the groom’s job to do so."

Tong Dan spoke up because Boss Jiang had money, but having money doesn’t mean one wants to be a fool, so someone wisely got up to avoid being entangled.

"I’ll go help Tie Jun."

As the groom, he’s surely welcoming guests at this point, Jiang Chen walked to the entrance of the banquet hall and saw Tie Jun smiling so hard his face was about to cramp.

"Have some water."

A bottle of mineral water was handed over.

Tie Jun turned his head, then accepted it, gulped down half the bottle, and before he could finish, more guests arrived, so he had to stop, forcing a smile and nodding in acknowledgment.

By rights, he should be accompanied by parents at this time, but Tie Jun’s mother passed away early, and his father’s health has always been poor, so this wedding was primarily managed by him alone.

Thankfully, Boss Jiang stepped out, helping him out a bit.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Everyone who has been married knows that as the groom, it’s impossible to know all the guests, in fact, you could say that most of them remain unknown, and the guests are the same!

There you have it.

After Boss Jiang came out, confusion began to occur, with people successively mistaking him for the groom today, congratulating him and shaking his hand.

The crucial point was that Tie Jun allowed it, not bothering to correct them, enjoying the lightened load, to the extent that he even took a seat on the side to relax.

Boss Jiang was helpless, and had no choice but to go with the flow, temporarily acting as a stand-in, and exchanged pleasantries with the guests.

Isn’t it in these critical moments that brothers make sacrifices and contributions?

"Happy newlyw..."

Another guest arrived, without looking at the newlyweds’ wedding photo beside him, instinctively congratulating the suited Jiang Chen.

But when Jiang Chen turned his head, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence, only then refocusing on the wedding photo next to her.

Finally.

Someone seemed to recognize Li Gui and Li Kui.

Seeing this, Tie Jun got up, "Please come inside."

"Congratulations."

The relatively plump woman recognized him as the groom, changed her target to congratulate again, and as she walked inside in high heels, somehow gave another strange look at Jiang Chen.

"Who is she?"

"You asking me?"

"Why does it seem like she knows you? You don’t recognize her?"

"Have you rested enough? Your turn now."

Jiang Chen was noncommittal, yielding the position.

Inside the wedding hall, Zhang Zhongquan received a call from his wife to pick her up.

"This way."

Among the bustling crowd, Mai Encui, who came after work, followed inside and asked, "Who was that man at the door?"

"Who?"

"The one in the suit."

"Must be the groom, of course."

Zhang Zhongquan was perplexed, what a dumb question this was.

"I didn’t mean the groom, I meant the other one."

"I don’t know."

Zhang Zhongquan didn’t take it to heart.

Mai Encui kept looking back toward the door, frowning, "I feel like that person looks familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere."

"Everyone looks familiar to you."

Zhang Zhongquan didn’t pay any mind.

"You don’t know him?"

Know him?

He didn’t even know who she was referring to.

"Have you given the wedding gift yet?"

"Haven’t you?"

"I gave you the money, what should I have with me?"

Nonsense.

He just wants her to pay up.

But being in the "honeymoon phase," Mai Encui didn’t bother arguing, having also intended to reconfirm her intuition, she got to the table, took out her wallet, and then shoved her bag into Zhang Zhongquan’s hands.

"Hold this. I’m going to give the gift. Was it a thousand?"

"Up to you."

"Didn’t you say a thousand? Why so vague now?"

Mai Encui had no idea her husband was experiencing great turmoil.

Zhang Zhongquan waved her on, "Hurry up!"

Mai Encui made her way back out of the wedding hall, not rushing to pay and write the account, deliberately searching and examining, but this time she only saw the groom and the young man who felt vaguely familiar to her was nowhere in sight.