Hearing Jiang Hao say he was resigning, the balding editor-in-chief froze, having no idea what had gotten into him. "Why resign? Because I yelled at you last night? Jon, that was your fault to begin with."
"No, I just don't want to do this job anymore. I want to start a business, make money—make a lot of money." After saying that, Jiang Hao bade the editor-in-chief farewell.
The editor-in-chief waved a hand angrily. "Hope you lose your pants."
He handled his resignation cleanly and efficiently, returned to his rented place, packed up his belongings into two suitcases, found the old landlord, and paid the rent he owed.
Aiven stayed with Jiang Hao the whole time and finally drove him to the airport. Seeing that Jiang Hao had bought a ticket to England, he said in surprise, "Jon, you didn't really quit because of Princess Anne, did you? Do you really think you can marry her? Even if you become a Da Fu Hao, you still couldn't do it. Ordinary people can't marry princesses. The nobles are a bunch of stubborn, especially dogmatic people. Unless you become a noble yourself—but that's no easier than marrying a princess."
Jiang Hao smiled and patted Aiven on the shoulder. "You have to dare to dream. What if it comes true?"
They waved goodbye.
Jiang Hao boarded the plane to England.
For others, such a daydream might never come true, especially in this modern age where the noble class had already become entrenched. But for Jiang Hao, it might not be impossible.
The private plane landed at London Airport, and the convoy drove straight onto the tarmac. Princess Anne then arrived at Buckingham Palace, where Her Majesty the Queen embraced her younger sister. "Annie, was this visit very tiring?"
"It was a little," Annie said.