I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2052 - 1327: Currency Swap Agreement (Part 2)

"Mr. Jiang, I beg you to rescue our Korean nation."

Representative Li lowered his head in a deep bow as well.

Internal party conflicts aren't exclusive to any single nation.

In Korea, the battles for dominance have always burned the fiercest.

The infamous Blue House jinx has even spread as a global proverb.

Records from the past prove that serving as Korea's top leader is truly a perilous role; few who occupy it escape a grim fate, either meeting a violent end or facing imprisonment once their term concludes.

Naturally.

Regardless of the dangers involved, the allure of ultimate authority keeps pushing ambitious souls onward.

"Prosecutor Che has already gone over this with me."

Jiang Chen replied calmly and steadily, "Miss Fujiwara will lend her full support to your efforts."

Joy lit up the faces of the two opposition leaders.

Once Jiang Chen finished speaking, Fujiwara Riki stepped in at last, "Back in your homeland, rally your party to fiercely denounce Yingdong Electric Power's decision to release nuclear-tainted water into the ocean—the more vehement, the better."

These individuals were all sharp-minded and quickly grasped the deeper intent behind her suggestion.

As a neighboring land, any nuclear waste dumped by Japan into the sea could easily wash up on Korean shores with the tides. That's why, when the story first broke, Korea erupted in chaos, with frightened residents flooding the streets in widespread demonstrations of outrage.

Regrettably, the sitting Great Commander chose to ignore it all, unwilling to merely act as America's figurehead; astonishingly, he even started bending the knee to Japan. They were once mere watchdogs, yet he willingly stooped lower to safeguard his political agenda and prevent strains in ties with Japan, opting to feign ignorance, dismiss public demands, and stay utterly silent on the nuclear wastewater crisis.

Yet, should the opposition rise up, voicing the masses' concerns and prompting a reaction from Japan that "compels" Yingdong Electric Power to tackle the nuclear wastewater problem head-on, wouldn't that mark a monumental triumph and source of prestige?

The pair of opposition figures, who appeared so earnestly worried, suddenly grinned widely and turned their gazes toward Fujiwara Riki.

Representative Wen, ever the diligent scholar, paused briefly before inquiring, "Might I ask, Miss Fujiwara, what exactly is the current status of the nuclear incident at Yingdong Electric Power?"

Fujiwara Riki let out a light laugh.

"In correcting our grave errors, we've borne a tremendous cost, with thousands of lives lost in the process. To curb the damage to ocean life, we've poured in hundreds of billions of dollars up to now."

The Korean duo exchanged glances.

Their knowledge surpassed that of most folks, yet it remained somewhat restricted.

At the very least, figures about thousands perishing wouldn't see the light of day in official announcements.

"This is all due to Mr. Jiang's invaluable aid."

Fujiwara Riki steered the discussion elsewhere, "Had it not been for Mr. Jiang's crucial interventions from the start, the fallout wouldn't spare just our two nations—it would engulf the whole planet."

"Mr. Jiang, your generosity knows no bounds."

The representatives promptly turned to Jiang Chen, their words filled with genuine admiration.

Over the course of more than thirty minutes.

The two Korean envoys swung the door wide and departed.

They had arrived burdened with anxiety and exited brimming with contentment.

Fujiwara Riki accompanied them for a stretch before passing them to the attendants and heading back inside.

"Squeak."

Once more, the sliding paper door shut tight.

"Yi Ronghuan's time in power is drawing to a close."

To everyday citizens, the nation's supreme ruler feels impossibly remote, but for a figure like Fujiwara Riki, toppling one is mere child's play.

As the old proverb states, "Clans of iron endure, while dynasties flow like rivers."

In today's era, top officials serve merely as frontmen for entrenched powers.

The true strings are pulled by the forces of capital beneath.

"My congratulations to you, Jiang Sang."

"Congratulate me for what, exactly?"

Jiang Chen showed no reaction.

Fujiwara Riki flashed a captivating smile, "Congratulations to Jiang Sang...for pulling the Korean people out of their desperate plight and earning yet another monumental accomplishment."

Jiang Chen stayed impassive, lifting the teapot to refill his cup.

Who claims Boss Jiang lacks appeal?

Isn't this the epitome of magnetic charm?

This is what it means to wield power that stirs heavens and earth.

True command remains the finest garment a man can don.

"Jiang Sang, you've eased the Korean people's burdens—doesn't that mean it's time to address Li Ji's concerns too?"

"Has Prince Wataru Tetsuya taken his leave?"

Jiang Chen raised his teacup, taking a slow sip as he posed the question.

"What on earth are you implying, Jiang Sang? Whether he goes or stays is irrelevant; what Li Ji truly seeks is a way to counter the meddling from the U.S. forces based in Japan."

"And what do you propose?"

"Li Ji has no proposals of her own."

Fujiwara Riki answered swiftly, her tone that of a devoted partner content to lean on her beloved without overthinking.

"With Jiang Sang here, why would Li Ji need to interfere?"

"Perhaps you're just alarming yourself needlessly."

Boss Jiang kept his outlook positive.

"Those troops cling like stubborn shellfish; the moment they show up, they're hunting for something—or someone—to attach themselves to."

Such candid words flowed freely.

Without a hint of fear for repercussions.

And indeed, it rang true.

We're living in an age of civility these days.

No matter how bold the military might act, outright force isn't an option for resolving disputes.

Jiang Chen swirled the teacup hovering before him and mulled it over briefly.

"Should the scenario you describe come to pass, as allies in partnership, we certainly won't stand by doing nothing."

"Does that 'we' encompass me as well?"

Fujiwara Riki cut in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Catching Jiang Chen's glance, she offered a warm, inviting smile, "Do go on, Jiang Sang."

"When necessary, we can elevate our joint collaboration to new heights."

"Such as?"

Fujiwara Riki leaned in, utterly captivated.

"Such as creating a free economic trade area."

Fujiwara Riki went quiet for a beat, then ventured, "Jiang Sang, had you already mapped this out in advance?"

Jiang Chen drained the last of his tea and set the cup aside.

"Wasn't it you who brought it up to me?"

Fujiwara Riki regarded him wordlessly.

"Japan's economic rebound has been sluggish. A acquaintance of mine operates a ramen joint in Tokyo, but sales have tanked lately, forcing him to consider heading back to his roots for better prospects. Setting up a free trade zone could serve as a solid boost to the economy."

"Still, pursuing that would surely rile the Western powers. The authorities won't dare provoke them outright. Jiang Sang, even if it's a viable path, the odds of pulling it off seem awfully low."

"Given enough time, it can all fall into place. I never suggested rushing into it."

Fujiwara Riki shook her head gently.

"Li Ji believes the chances are faint."

"You've surely heard Shen Zhou's anthem: to refuse enslavement, one must first rise to fight."

"Jiang Sang, taking that route would only heighten the conflict's ferocity."

If the previous year's clash pitted Japan against Shen Zhou's financial might, then in Jiang Chen's envisioned future, Japan as the battleground would turn into a mere piece on the board, with the real struggle unfolding between Eastern and Western colossi.

When behemoths collide, bystanders bear the brunt.

Under those circumstances, neutrality isn't feasible. Imagine two intruders bursting into your dwelling and brawling— as the owner, could you simply watch?

Your home would end up in ruins for sure.

Relying on authorities drags on forever, and truth be told, no such help exists, leaving the sole option to aid one side in expelling the other first.

Thus, in moments like these.

Picking sides turns pivotal.

"Conflict offers a path to resolution, and to conquer issues, one mustn't shy from confrontation."

One couldn't deny Boss Jiang's words carried staggering audacity, yet President Fujiwara wasn't some innocent youth, "Jiang Sang, won't you provide Li Ji with some bargaining chips for talks with the regime?"

Seeking grace yields grace.

Jiang Chen responded steadily, "A pact on currency swaps."

Jiang Chen took his time.

"The instant anyone's gains are threatened, activate the currency exchange pathway without delay."

Fujiwara Riki's eyes widened slightly.

She fully comprehended the gravity of that statement.

Japan's losses from the prior year stemmed in part from wild currency swings.

Given Shen Zhou's vast reach and might today, with it as a shield, fears of market crashes fade, making another yen collapse far less likely.

"Jiang Sang, have you cleared this with the Shen Zhou authorities?"

Jiang Chen nodded evenly, "Naturally. Do you honestly believe I could single-handedly back all of Japan?"

Truthfully, Fujiwara Riki still hadn't grasped the full scope of her paramount figure's prowess.

At the same time.

She remained uncertain about how far his daring extended.

"Li Ji has a favor to ask."

"And what might that be?"

"Li Ji wishes to become part of the Tianci Society."

Jiang Chen fell silent.