"Whoosh... Bang!"

Not only was he having a blast himself, but Boss Jiang also knew how to share. He turned around and shook the incense stick in his hand.

"Wanna play?"

No doubt about it.

What Boss Jiang had in his hand was indeed an incense stick, and it was lit.

But it wasn't meant for worshipping gods; it was for lighting firecrackers.

To be precise.

They were skyrockets.

The kind that could fly over a hundred meters high.

In Myanmar, every household could set off firecrackers, but during the New Year only wealthy families could afford these "Skyrocket Monkeys."

The electrical fraud park used them as a grand celebration for big deals.

Pei Yunxi shook her head, declining his kind offer, and kept a safe distance for safety reasons.

Apparently seeing her hesitance, Jiang Chen smiled and reassured her, "It's fine, pretty much like what we played with as kids. Don't tell me you never blew up cow dung as a kid."

That's really down-to-earth.

But Pei Yunxi looked at him and replied, "I never did."

Alright.

A bit awkward.

Not everyone's childhood experience is the same.

Some people seemed quite naughty back then, but Pei Yunxi...

Even if she was Yunduo back then, even the name Yunduo implies a peaceful and elegant feeling, not quite the fiery type.

Pei Yunxi certainly never blew up cow dung, but she did get hit by a firecracker.

That was when she went to the toilet.

The economy back then wasn't like it is now, comparable to current Myanmar, with public toilets everywhere. In such an environment, she had just set foot into the toilet, and someone threw a firecracker in from outside.

Yep.

It was probably naughty little boys like him.

And so, Jiang Chen inexplicably found her gaze on him had somehow changed, though he surely couldn't figure out why.

"So what did you do during New Year as a kid?"

He chatted as he went back, crouched down, and lit a new box of skyrockets.

"Whoosh, whoosh ~ Whoosh, whoosh ~ Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~~~"

"Watched the Spring Festival Gala."

Finally.

A common topic.

Jiang Chen stood up, blew on the incense stick in his hand, "Did you ever think someday you'd stand on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala?"

This wasn't a joke.

This year's Spring Festival Gala did indeed invite Pei Yunxi.

Jiang Chen learned this from Cui Heng.

This kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that other artists would fight tooth and nail for, she turned it down.

Talking about this topic, it really carried a sense of surrealism.

That ignorant little girl years ago, gathered around the TV with her family, surely wouldn't have anticipated that years later, she would have all eyes on her.

Just like how years ago, nervously and excitedly lighting firecrackers stuck in cow dung and then sprinting away, he wouldn't have imagined setting off Skyrocket Monkeys in Myanmar today.

"The invitation to the Spring Festival Gala is a rare opportunity, a kind of recognition and new honor for you, why did you refuse?"

Though the Spring Festival Gala isn't the same as an authoritative award ceremony, it is definitely the highest stage for artists.

"I planned to spend time with my family."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen was momentarily at a loss for words.

This reason was flawless, beyond reproach.

She really is warm-hearted behind her cool exterior, certainly not lacking in filial piety.

What a pity.

Can only blame the still charming Uncle Pei for being so hasty.

Who says the rebellious phase only exists in adolescence?

Jiang Chen certainly didn't think he was more important than her family. If her father hadn't upset her, she'd definitely be spending the New Year with her family as planned.

"Since you have the sentiment, you should express it, so Uncle Pei and the others can understand your feelings. I know you might be used to it, but life isn't a movie; in movies, audiences can easily perceive your inner workings, but not in reality."

"Expression is very important."

Expression is indeed very important.

For example, if someone else said the same thing, it might not have the same effect as him.

Clearly wrapped in a sense of criticism, yet not making people resist or dislike it. And seeing Pei Yunxi silent, it seemed she was reflecting on herself.

"Mr. Jiang, Boss Du from the Peace Hotel is here."

Skyrocket Monkeys kept exploding in the sky above.

A guard came over.

It was Dang Peng who passed the assessment.

Boss Jiang never played the two-faced game, forgiving and keeping people close, giving ample trust.

No, wait.

Now she should be called Enqin.

This businesswoman with enterprises all over Myanmar was still lingering in such a small place like Karuzi?

Jiang Chen kept his composure, "Let her in."

Soon, the Peace Hotel's lady boss, whom they hadn't seen in a few days, walked into the yard, not wearing her eye-catching qipao today, probably because it was cooler than a few days ago. High-end fur with black boots, carrying a bag that wasn't from the Karuzi Market, it somewhat concealed her figure's advantages, but her aura was even more formidable.

"Could it be Mr. Jiang has a knack for fortune-telling?"

Business people, natural experts in dealing with others, only meeting for the second time, yet showing no sense of unfamiliarity.

"Why do you say that, Boss Du?"

Jiang Chen was equally affable.

"Didn't Mr. Jiang set off the fireworks to welcome me?"

Brilliant.

Absolutely brilliant.

Jiang Chen chuckled, then blew out the incense in his hand, taking several blows in front of the guest before saying, "Just for fun."

Where's the everyday humor?

Being so straightforward, careful not to scare friends away.

"Please come in, Boss Du."

At least he remembered his manners.

This time, the roles of host and guest swapped.

Compared to Jiang Chen's low-profile visit to the Peace Hotel, Du Enqin was even more bold, even though Boss Jiang brought a few guards, she came alone, nodding and smiling at Pei Yunxi as she walked towards the villa's entrance.

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