I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2050: 1326: Anonymous

The Fujiwara Family went all out for this funeral, setting up a banquet that was extraordinarily sumptuous.

Rather than shared tables, they arranged separate private chambers for each honored visitor to ensure a peaceful eating environment.

Inside one such private chamber.

Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli were relishing their food with great delight, as Jiang Chen scrolled through his phone.

Even though Cynthia didn't show up today, Jiang Chen had spotted an intriguing individual, their gazes crossing just for a moment without any words or interaction.

It could be pure instinct.

Jiang Chen had a gut feeling that this "Huang Mao" was linked to Cynthia somehow.

Who claims guys lack a sixth sense?

Plus, both hailed from the West, boasting such striking looks.

Hmm.

No embarrassment in that.

Jiang Chen never saw himself as the world's top looker, nor did he count on his appearance.

Not being the handsomest isn't a shock.

So his attitude stayed even-keeled.

Still.

A person who stands out so vividly and seems so notable, yet Fujiwara Reiki had zero info on them—that begged some pondering.

Back in his homeland, digging up details on anyone would be simple; one call, and family archives would arrive pronto. But clearly, Boss Jiang's reach hadn't gone global yet.

If Fujiwara Reiki couldn't deliver, who else to approach?

A cool, haughty young face popped into his thoughts.

Fine.

He was getting hooked on that route.

Despite her delivering spot-on info several times before, Jiang Chen chose not to reach out to Vera this round.

Don't keep everything in one spot.

Leaning on just one helper every time isn't wise.

Eyeing the "siblings" digging into their meal happily, Jiang Chen toyed with his phone, then steeled his resolve, pulled up his contacts, and hit dial on a number.

The recipient picked up readily, perhaps since his contact wasn't saved, allowing the connection to go through.

"Didn't come to Tokyo?"

Jiang Chen offered a casual opener.

To solve the knot, find the one who tied it.

Going through Vera as middleman? Better to head straight to the origin.

Hmm.

Spot on.

He'd called the esteemed Miss Cynthia directly.

Silence met him from the line.

Makes sense.

She'd gained from the prior clash, but her side hadn't truly triumphed.

For her, Japan could hold painful memories.

"Let me ask you something."

Skipping chit-chat, Jiang Chen dove right in, aware of her temperament.

"Are we very familiar?"

The voice responded from the other end.

Pretty off-putting.

Yet for a positive thinker, it felt otherwise.

Ever the eager type, Jiang Chen stayed unfazed, replying steadily and briefly: "Related to you."

"Speak."

Not close, but she offered basic politeness at least.

"I just encountered someone at Fujimura Yu’s funeral, with General Bonnie Benjamin, very handsome, a sunny big boy…"

Jiang Chen halted there, not adding more, "I just wanted to ask if you know them."

"You should check the Fujiwara Family’s guest list."

Then the call dropped.

Can't fault her for impatience; she even gave a useful tip, which was courteous enough.

But if it were that easy to verify, the call wouldn't have happened.

Not all folks get listed.

Take Martial Saint, chowing down joyfully—he'd never signed in anywhere.

Jiang Chen didn't push further, and after the hang-up, he coolly pulled up the pics Martial Saint had forwarded, selected the two best-angled ones, and dispatched them.

Afterward, he set the phone aside and grabbed his chopsticks like nothing occurred.

Yes.

Not the Fujiwara Family's thorough planning, but Miss Fujiwara's thoughtfulness, stocking Chinese dishes just for them.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

The phone buzzed.

A tad later than Jiang Chen figured.

Setting down his chopsticks, Boss Jiang unhurriedly grabbed the device and hit accept.

"Is it your friend."

He showed generosity, brushing off old beef, and initiated the talk.

"Don’t you know him?"

Miss Cynthia, ringing back post-hangup, questioned.

"Don’t know."

Jiang Chen answered, not realizing his reply missed the mark.

As a powerhouse who could dominate Japan, backed by mysterious forces, even Cynthia couldn't gauge his group's full extent.

A guy like that, clueless about someone "he" recognizes?

Doesn't add up.

From Miss Cynthia's view, though, she'd reason logically, so she figured not a slip but intentional play-acting.

Even smart folks err sometimes.

"What did you talk about."

Curiosity from her too?

Jiang Chen kept his cool, sensing from her tone they were acquainted for sure.

"Nothing at all."

After a beat, Jiang Chen came out with it plainly: "He just smiled at me."

Just a smile.

What a vivid account.

"Are you very familiar?"

Jiang Chen pressed on.

But prying into private matters like that—why would she spill?

"He came to see you, it has nothing to do with me."

For reasons unclear, Jiang Chen caught a whiff of mockery in her voice.

Probably imagining it.

"See me? Does he know me?"

Jiang Chen asked, keeping his cards close.

"Didn’t you set fireworks off in Myanmar’s territorial sea?"

Hearing the transmitted voice, Jiang Chen went quiet.

Linked to that Mr. H he'd never crossed paths with, even in the end?

"I didn’t set them off."

Cynthia assumed he was dodging by pinning it on Shen Zhou, unaware he'd follow up.

"We both set them off."

Shutting down any rebuttal, Jiang Chen quickly tacked on: "You provided the coordinates."

Hmm.

Sharp recall.

The line fell still, likely leaving her wordless.

"I can bear the blame alone, but you must tell me about him, like height, weight, age, if he’s married…"

That wry wit again.

Too bad, she didn't bite this time.

"How you decide is your right."

Jiang Chen gave up.

Another hard case, immune to his approach.

Still, it hinted she wasn't too guarded over the "Huang Mao."

So the tension eased a lot; otherwise, dealing with a "Super Saiyan" would've been a real pain.

"At least tell me a name, right?"

Boldness comes with favor.

Thus Jiang Chen had to back down.

"Anonymous."

The connection cut off once more.

Jiang Chen lowered the phone, let out a soft sigh, then grinned to himself.

Count it as headway.

At minimum, the chat carried a touch of levity.