I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2047: 1324: Who Is That Huang Mao
Beauty lacks a fixed standard, much like individual tastes that defy any rigid rules.
Women who are elegant and mature, young girls with innocent charm, dominant figures, seductive vixens... each type draws its own devoted followers.
Whether reserved or bold, both styles attract fans; some even find thrill in intense power dynamics.
I’ve wandered off track a bit.
Fujiwara Reiki showed her bewilderment, and that makes sense—she’s a woman and can’t entirely see things from a man’s viewpoint.
The elusive Cynthia might appear intimidating at first, but claiming she holds zero appeal would be unfairly narrow-minded.
When someone hits rock bottom, fortune often turns in their favor.
Crisis points frequently reverse into opportunities.
Aloof elegance can cool initial interest, but it also ignites the urge to win her over.
It resembles how the dark solemnity of mourning clothes can evoke an unexpected attraction.
Hmm.
This is what they call the thrill of contrast.
Naturally.
For Boss Jiang, Cynthia represents far more than simple romantic ties. Though he stays composed, the chance to gain or lose isn’t something he ignores entirely; there’s every reason to seize the moment if it arises.
“She probably won’t show up.”
Fujiwara Reiki offered her conclusion at last, and it’s... rather disheartening.
She glanced at Jiang Chen, “Are you feeling let down, Jiang Sang?”
Jiang Chen shook his head.
“No need to comfort me, Li Ji; honestly, I’m not bothered at all.”
See.
Jiang Chen doesn’t even have to step in.
She’s already quietly eroded her own assurance.
Is this the subtle edge of Japanese women?
Absolutely.
More probably, it’s just a show of graceful acceptance.
“She must share some ties with you, and skipping out during moments like this feels pretty impolite.”
That’s clever handling.
Fujiwara Reiki smiled, suddenly appearing more spirited, with a sly grin, “Showing up is a favor, staying away is just being proper.”
Jiang Chen nodded.
“Jiang Sang, should the US Army get involved, we could encounter massive obstacles and hurdles moving forward.”
Miss Fujiwara has never been one to linger on affections, swiftly steering back to business.
Even if these troops serve under the American flag far from home, their bond with their homeland carries unique complexities.
How to describe it.
It carries that vibe of “a commander far away doesn’t always obey central commands.”
At times, the goals of these distant forces clash with their country’s official aims.
Everyone knows about the rampant graft among US troops abroad, which led the federal authorities to dispatch probes. Yet, the investigators’ flight blew up before it could land.
Incidents like this aren’t rare.
This explains why Boss Jiang tops the West’s blacklist, but he keeps striking deals repeatedly with American forces overseas.
Profiting.
In every time period, chasing gains is nothing to be ashamed of.
Huang Silang lost a leg to outlaws, but why should the southern city clans care?
As long as my pockets stay full.
I might even team up with the outlaws to trick Huang Silang.
On the flip side.
If profits take a hit, then tough luck—the whole town of Goose City rallies to fight the bandits right away.
Alliances come with shelf lives.
Lovers split up, parents and children cut bonds.
Just benefits endure forever.
“Will the US Army roll in with tanks to tag your office walls?”
Jiang Chen quipped lightly.
Fujiwara Reiki paused in surprise, “No way that would happen.”
“If they aren’t doing that, then what’s there to worry about?”
Jiang Chen stayed poised and unafraid.
“However, the Imperial Family and officials might buckle under the strain.”
He’s still giving his nation a bit of face—it’s not a maybe, but a sure thing they’ll cave.
While the US Army won’t parade tanks or jets through the roads, it’s akin to children dreading their parents; that inherent dominance works without effort, just a glance to make you shiver.
“That’s exactly where your skills come into play.”
Jiang Chen stated evenly,
“Count on me?”
Fujiwara Reiki looked puzzled.
“Your fiancé is royalty, you’re set to join the Imperial Family, so you can convince them to stop bowing to foreign forces’ bullying.”
“Jiang Sang!”
Fujiwara Reiki lost her focus for a moment, then teased with a pout.
“Li Ji lacks that kind of sway; if the US Army really steps in, forget swaying the Imperial Family—my engagement to Wataru Tetsuya could get scrapped overnight.”
As a staunch ally of Shen Zhou, should Japan turn into a warzone once more, she’d undoubtedly be among the prime targets.
On this point, they seem to share an unspoken accord, so he replied: “Hard times show real loyalty, which is why this crisis will test Prince Wataru Tetsuya’s devotion to you.”
Fujiwara Reiki let out a light laugh.
“Among the men out there, I only believe in Jiang Sang. If it were you, you’d stand by me through anything.”
Not letting Jiang Chen have a chance to downplay it humbly, she pressed on with a teasing tone: “Why not reach out to Bonnie Benjamin, Jiang Sang?”
“Who’s Bonnie Benjamin?”
Jiang Chen shot back with feigned astonishment.
Fujiwara Reiki saw through his playfulness and rewarded him with a coquettish glare.
“Even if Jiang Sang doesn’t know the man, the US dollar is familiar to all. The ultimate power in this world has forever been those bills.”
Jiang Chen nodded.
“That sums it up neatly. But how does that connect to me? You hold the chair of the Joint Committee.”
Fujiwara Reiki began to play the bashful card.
“They’ll demand outrageous payments, and Li Ji has no idea where to source that kind of cash.”
Please.
Have you overlooked the ongoing memorial service?
How has this shifted to playful flirting?