Chapter 259: Remember to Come Home for Dinner
Jiang Che looked at the warehouse full of salt. The warehouse lights were very bright, and at this moment, it seemed like all the light fell on the word "salt".
Due to Ding Ning’s request, Xiong Jie took this matter very seriously.
He specifically found a warehouse to store the items requested by Ning, which would certainly make the Lord very happy.
"How is it?" Xiong Jie looked at Jiang Che, with an expression ready to be praised.
Jiang Che nodded heavily after a moment of silence, "Very well done."
"When Ning gets back from over there, remember to come to my house for dinner." He patted Xiong Jie on the shoulder, said no more, and turned to leave.
Xiong Jie was stunned on the spot after hearing Jiang Che’s words, and it took him a moment to come back to his senses.
Watching Jiang Che’s distant back, he clenched his fist excitedly.
Going to his house for dinner!
In a society where human relationships are crucial, this is the greatest closeness, symbolizing that the other truly considers you a friend, someone close.
Especially for subordinates, being invited to a leader’s house for dinner signifies becoming a trusted insider.
This is an honor!
Seeing Jiang Che’s figure disappear, he then jumped up excitedly.
He contentedly looked at the warehouse full of table salt, not expecting it was through this warehouse of salt that he had gained the opportunity to dine at Jiang Che’s house!
Halfway through smiling, he looked at the salt in front of him.
A doubt slowly rose in his heart, wondering if this salt was for cooking?
But does cooking need so much salt?
That can’t be right, can it?
Xiong Jie said this and closed the warehouse door, putting several locks in place and carefully safeguarding the warehouse key, instructing others not to come near.
There’s no way it’s for cooking.
How many bags of salt does cooking need?
The salt in that previous warehouse was already enough; the Lord is having him find salt for some other purpose.
Though Xiong Jie admitted his cultural level wasn’t high, he knew salt’s uses weren’t limited to cooking.
After securing the key properly, he ran forward to find Jiang Che.
Jiang Che was standing not too far outside the warehouse waiting for him.
Seeing him earnestly safeguarding the table salt in the warehouse, Jiang Che said nothing more.
Jiang Che kept looking at the boulder in the distance.
Here, many teams were divided: some creating artificial gardens, some crafting natural landscapes, forming small teams, not interfering with each other.
Meanwhile, construction crews were building a playground according to design plans.
Driven by Jiang Che’s promise of gaining strength to protect small territories outside, everyone was eager to work hard.
"If you have any suggestions, you can tell me; I’ll have them make changes right now." Xiong Jie approached Jiang Che.
"You take full charge." Jiang Che shook his head; what suggestions could he have?
He had never seen anything like this before and now found it fresh and magnificent.
If asked about proposals, he could only shake his head, unable to suggest anything.
Having never seen it, what kind of guidance could he offer?
Leng Feng sent professional designers, and Jiang Che saw no need to flaunt his ignorance before them.
"I’ve never done this either." Jiang Che looked at the landscape creation, a touch of regret in his voice.
Xiong Jie remained silent, knowing Jiang Che hadn’t seen such things before.
He simply felt Jiang Che had changed somewhat.
Previously, when Jiang Che spoke of these matters, his voice carried slight inferiority.
As a former superior, he had encountered many, understanding such inferiority well.
But now, he felt Jiang Che was different.
Though just a day without seeing Jiang Che, he sensed Jiang Che’s transformation both inside and out.
Jiang Che disappeared for a day; Xiong Jie didn’t know where Jiang Che had gone or what he’d done.
Now he only saw that Jiang Che seemed more like a superior, more like a strong person.
Facing Jiang Che, he felt an overwhelming pressure.
Jiang Che paid no mind to Xiong Jie’s complex emotional shifts.
Previously, he did indeed feel inferior seeing these things.
Because he had never seen them, even hearing others speak of them went right over his head.
But now, he no longer felt that way.
In the illusion, he lived as an ordinary person for six years, never going abroad or far away.
The farthest in that illusion was the neighboring city.
But life in that illusion was perfect, from high school to university, from romance to graduation, marriage, and having children.
One could say he experienced the most blissful years of life.
He did not regard that illusion as a trial but more as Ning enriching his life.
While illusions offer many forms, presenting escapes through numerous means, she chose to let Jiang Che experience life.
Calling it a trial, was it not also a complement to Jiang Che’s life?
Though just six years and not traveling much within the illusion.
He still felt his life had become complete.
What does it matter if he hadn’t seen these places in reality; unseen is simply unseen.
For in Ning, he had seen the best scenery.
"I need to step out for a while; you take charge here for now." Jiang Che instructed Xiong Jie before walking outside.
He intended to visit Leng Feng there.
Previously, he didn’t think much about these things, but now he just wanted to better protect his family.
The Dark Star doesn’t know where it’s hiding or what it’s doing now.
But they knew the Dark Star’s greatest seed, Leng Feng, knew where he was, knew what he was doing.
After speaking to Ren Feng Xiang, Jiang Che headed to the city where Leng Feng resided.
Only after Jiang Che walked away did Fei Hu rush over.
"I heard Jiang Che came out; where is he? I have something to discuss with him." Fei Hu asked Xiong Jie, seated on a large stone, smoking non-stop.
The smokescreen almost obscured Xiong Jie’s figure.
"Talking to you; why are you smoking so much?" Fei Hu frowned, fanning the air before him, dispersing some of the smoke.
"He went out." Xiong Jie looked at Fei Hu, "By the way, Jiang Che wanted me to tell you, when the Lord comes out, you’re invited to dinner at his house, along with Zhou Ang."
"Alright, I haven’t seen what his wife looks like yet." Fei Hu, hearing Ning’s invitation, was instantly filled with excitement.
"Though they interact with us normally, you need to remain respectful," Xiong Jie reproved Fei Hu.
"Also, don’t shout Jiang Che’s name aloud anymore."
"Hmm?"
"It’s different now, really different this time, let everyone know; next time you see Jiang Che, call him Lord."