"Thank you, everyone." Cao Jinse raised a proper glass of red wine, not just plain water. Although there was no arrangement from the Japanese side, a celebration for their own people must be held. Besides her, the absolute main guest, present were Boss Jiang, Youmao, Daoist Duanmu, Fang Qing, and Bai Zheli. Tong Dan had already returned to the country last week. "We’re the ones who should be thanking you. Without President Cao’s selfless sacrifice, we wouldn’t have returned loaded with success." Boss Jiang’s words made Bai Zheli laugh, and then he also raised a glass of red wine, "Thanks for your hard work, everyone." Jiang Chen wasn’t lying. Daoist Duanmu somehow actually learned to drink and raised his glass with everyone. "Miss, are we just going to let the little days go ?" Youmao gulped down the wine like a cow chewing peonies, treating the wine as a beverage. One should know that President Cao had spent a fortune on genuine Lafite, the kind where there’s one less bottle each time you drink one, not the fake stuff circulating on the market. "At the very least, they should remove that toilet." "That’s not how you drink wine; you should taste it sip by sip to relish the flavor." Boss Jiang said with a smile. If it were before, Youmao would certainly not have taken him seriously, but times have changed. She picked up the bottle more precious than gold. "I just love drinking this way." Cao Jinse pampered her, not stopping her at all, primarily demonstrating wealth and power. Through this incident, Jiang Chen realized the special bond between this master and servant, even more genuine than true blood relatives. Like that pair of siblings from the Fujiwara family... Why think of that monster again? "I often hear Jiang Chen mention Director Fang." Cao Jinse’s gaze shifted towards Fang Qing. Actually, in Boss Jiang’s eyes, the two of them have a slight similarity in temperament, although Qing Mei definitely isn’t as strong as President Cao. He directly tore down the platform in a loud voice, but the two female main characters seemed to have gone deaf simultaneously, acting like they hadn’t heard anything. "He definitely didn’t speak well of me." Although her social status is definitely not as high as the other’s, Fang Qing didn’t show any timidity; she maintained her composure and actively raised her glass. "I’m very glad Miss Cao has returned safely." Cao Jinse raised her glass symbolically, without putting on any airs despite her shrewdness in the business world. "It’s all thanks to everyone." "No need to be modest, we all grew up under the red flag and were born in the Spring Breeze, of course, we should help each other." Boss Jiang bantered jokingly. Although the victory and defeat were already clear, the aftermath of the battlefield still needed addressing, which was equally a complicated and massive task, so Fang Qing was the first to take her leave. Bai Zheli followed closely behind. As for Youmao and Daoist Duanmu, they were just two idle people, continuing to enjoy the delicacies, even toasting each other. It was an amusing sight, making Jiang Chen chuckle as he watched. Cao Jinse gave him a look. Jiang Chen got the hint, stood up, and walked with her to the window of the banquet hall. "Cynthia has already left Tokyo." Jiang Chen got a little distracted. He hadn’t decided whether to continue the mission, yet the person was already gone? "There’s no point for her to stay any longer, plus this place should be seen as an ominous zone to her now." Cao Jinse looked out the window. Tokyo is still Tokyo, still that international metropolis, but now it has a part of Shen Zhou’s presence. "Victory and defeat are common in warfare. Moreover, to be precise, Feng Shi didn’t suffer losses." "Comforting yourself won’t help. Feng Shi rarely suffers setbacks, there’s no doubt she’ll remember you." "If Feng Shi really holds a grudge against me, part of the blame goes to you, you can’t dodge that." "Hey, you’ve made a fortune this time." Cao Jinse tilted her head, reminding. "No, I only made hard-earned money." Not a single honest man around. "Being so cautious, afraid I’ll claim a share? I don’t have the right for that." Follow current novels on novel·fire.net Jiang Chen looked at her profile as she gazed back out the window, and he also looked outside. "Jiuding Group also made quite a lot this time, and furthermore, after returning to the country, you might go on stage to receive an award, President Cao, one must be content." "Receive an award? What award?" "The Republic Medal." Cao Jinse couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Don’t talk nonsense, I don’t deserve it." The two of them fell quiet, appreciating the bustling Tokyo together. The land hasn’t changed. The people haven’t changed. But the feeling has undergone a tremendous transformation. "The Japanese Sinful Syndicate, all supported single-handedly by those conglomerates, were discarded so easily, Fujiwara Reiki is even more ruthless than I imagined." The conversation left unfinished, but Jiang Chen clearly understood the meaning. That enchantress truly possesses extraordinary skills, making even President Cao cautious. "At least now, her interests align with ours. Only someone like her can truly address the nuclear waste issue." Cao Jinse nodded, "But what about later? She needs us now, but given her capabilities, given the chance, her rise is just a matter of time. With her nature, it’s unlikely she’ll submit to anyone." "The story of the farmer and the snake?" Indeed, Cao Jinse understood that for now, Fujiwara Reiki is the most fitting choice, but she always harbors caution toward her. President Cao abruptly asked. Jiang Chen was surprised, then smiled and asked, "What kind of help?" "I could inquire with a pharmaceutical company if there’s a type of slow-acting poison, where if you don’t take the antidote on time, you’ll drop dead." Jiang Chen was taken aback, chuckling bitterly. "You’re not much less formidable yourself." "This is called adapting to local conditions, or do you have a better plan?" Cao Jinse looked at him.