I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2053: 1328: Sigh~

“Should this information leak, given all the work you’ve done to foster ties between our nations, the accusation of treason will surely stick to you.”

Over the phone line.

A blend of melancholy and faint glee colored Cao Jinse’s voice.

“My heart is pure.”

The reply came in those brief five words.

“Purity won’t save you; the old grudges run deep, the masses won’t reason it out, and they ignore the long-term consequences too.”

She had a point.

Ordinary folks have narrow views; down in the dirt, they can’t glimpse the heights from above.

“National affairs aren’t always laid bare for the public’s full scrutiny, right?”

Boss Jiang quipped with a dash of honesty.

“So, there are things that worry you after all.”

Cao Jinse poked fun.

“I may not rise to hero status, but traitor? That label doesn’t fit.” Boss Jiang stated plainly.

“I figured your Japan visit hid more layers.”

Up until now, Cao Jinse had been clueless, learning it straight from him just moments ago.

Yet before, she’d always played the go-between role, hadn’t she?

Irritated?

Let down?

Nope.

As kids mature, parents ought to swell with pride, yeah?

Naturally, she kept such thoughts from spilling to him.

“Japan would never choose to snap on this leash unless forced, though it hinges on how the US Army behaves.”

Cao Jinse hesitated at the mention of the US Army.

Troops often evoke nobility and honor, yet these abroad forces stand apart.

Outrages abound, graft spreads wildly; they act like thugs and tyrants, leaving the wronged to seethe in silence.

“The US Army won’t let us down, I bet.”

Cao Jinse chuckled inwardly.

Where tyranny presses, rebellion stirs.

Should the US Army push too far with their bullying, Japan will rebound when backed into a corner.

And with the currency swap deal locked in for real, the global power map shifts dramatically.

Japan might appear weak by comparison, but that’s mere deception; it still ranks among the planet’s economic giants.

Should Japan realign its loyalties once more, certain players stand to gain fortunes.

Through the two-way currency trade route, paired with earlier secured pledges, this twin approach could finally cleanse the hidden vault— no longer just a fantasy!

Observe.

Ways around problems always outnumber the problems themselves.

Movie money-washing schemes top out at mere hundreds of billions, jaw-dropping on screen, yet for Boss Jiang today, they pale in comparison.

He views the entire globe as his rinsing stream.

Sure enough.

Only the worldwide arena can handle a terrifying pool of trillions in funds.

“When do you return?”

Cao Jinse inquired.

“Next up, Korea calls for a visit.”

Seeming to grasp it, Cao Jinse jested: “You’re quite the jet-setter, fine, I won’t hold you up.”

With a partner like her, what else could a man desire?

She never pries excessively.

The Korea jaunt was a last-minute choice, though Jiang Chen skipped bringing Martial Saint along this round.

The boy couldn’t linger away forever; he’d skipped classes for the Japan trip, so returning to studies meant boarding a private jet home.

As a young minor, Martial Saint naturally traveled with Tanki Liuli.

Heaven and earth can attest.

Dispatching them ahead solely served Martial Saint’s schooling needs—nothing more, absolutely!

Once Tanki Liuli and Martial Saint departed, Miss Fujiwara arrived post-funeral rites.

This bore no link to Jiang Chen.

She came of her own accord; no summons from him.

“Is Jiang Sang heading to Korea?”

Given the delicate times, though unveiled now, Fujiwara Li Ji chose simple garb, yet clothes meant little to her innate allure; whatever she donned radiated endless appeal.

“Yes.”

Jiang Chen held nothing back.

Miss Fujiwara’s face clouded with displeasure at once. “The rites have barely concluded, yet Jiang Sang shuns staying longer with Li Ji?”

By rights, the young woman felt vulnerable just then, but Jiang Chen found himself at a loss too.

What could he do?

Ghosts unnerved him.

The Daoist Sister had departed as well.

“If fear grips you, more night candles can ward it off.”

“…”

In that understated wabi-sabi garden, it felt as if crows wheeled overhead.

The jest landed clumsily.

“Li Ji requires no candles; Jiang Sang shines as Li Ji’s very sun.”

Before such heartfelt declarations, Mr. Jiang stayed resolute; after all, prying eyes already tracked him, now joined by an “Anonymous,” and this temptress lacked any sense of bounds—if lingering in Tokyo, their liaison would surely surface.

“Jiang Sang rejected Li Ji for the Tianci Society, yet he denies even this plea from Li Ji?”

Hmm.

True enough.

Boss Jiang upheld impartiality, turning down Miss Fujiwara’s bid to join.

Not due to lacking prestige.

Her clout, riches, and standing clearly qualified her, but the Tianci Society weighed more than surface traits—inner qualities mattered equally.

For instance, would they welcome someone prone to split personalities?

Hence, Jiang Chen withheld approval for Miss Fujiwara’s entry, yet stopped short of outright denial.

Mental afflictions aren’t always beyond remedy, after all.

“Should Jiang Sang insist on leaving Tokyo behind, that’s fine—Li Ji will join you in Korea.”

Fujiwara Li Ji clung stubbornly, doubling down on her resolve.

“You’re in mourning now.”

Jiang Chen pointed out.

Forget three years of grief; with the funeral freshly done, jetting away with a man would draw universal scorn, wouldn’t it?

Still, she stood ready.