I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2055 - 1329: Endless Vitality

"Why do guys always act so elegant, kind, thoughtful, and empathetic toward women who belong to other men?"

Fujiwara Reiki released a deep, lingering sigh before turning her gaze toward the path Cui Wen and her companion had taken, voicing a heartfelt and probing inquiry.

Indeed.

Why?

This timeless enigma, I suspect, remains unsolved by any man, and Jiang Chen proves no different, opting instead to redirect the conversation.

"You count as another man's woman too."

A classic retort.

In a flash, he switched from the target of reproach to a lofty figure standing firm on ethical high ground.

Fujiwara Reiki fell silent for a beat, her eyebrows knitting together before easing apart.

"Jiang Sang still won't place faith in me."

She whispered softly to herself.

The theatrics of weeping, causing chaos, and hinting at self-harm aren't endlessly reliable. Besides, the surroundings here offered mere tree trunks, lacking any sturdy stone columns.

"If Jiang Sang truly resists, Li Ji won't push Jiang Sang further. To Korea, Li Ji won't travel."

Jiang Chen was well aware she merely toyed with the idea. Amid such a pivotal moment, fresh from her father's passing and in the midst of bereavement, with the US Army watching their every step like hawks, how could she abandon it all for a mere "trip"?

Unless a genuine Shadow Clone Technique existed.

"Yet Li Ji will surely show Jiang Sang the depths of Li Ji's feelings."

Her resolve appeared firm.

Observing this seductive temptress, Jiang Chen sensed an ominous premonition, convinced that misfortune loomed for somebody.

Of course.

It absolutely wouldn't involve him.

Even facing a cunning femme fatale bold enough for patricide, the breakdowns of intentions in this realm all circled back to one term: profit.

To put it bluntly, without arrogance, Jiang Chen felt assured that in her thoughts, he ranked far "higher" than the now "eternally settled" Fujimura Yu.

Freed from Miss Fujiwara's clingy pursuits, Jiang Chen departed solo without hitches.

The sea divides Korea from Japan. Should both nations agree, a bridge spanning the waters could link them, allowing a simple press of the gas to arrive at the goal. Engineering hurdles? No concern needed. With ample funds, the neighboring infrastructure enthusiasts would undoubtedly pull it off.

In truth, considering their geography, these three entities ought to join forces and advance united.

During his prior visit to Korea, he'd nearly lost his life. Returning now to familiar territory, Boss Jiang could boast a victorious comeback. Yet Shen Zhou folk traditionally embrace balance—raw might without flash, virtue as fluid as water. Naturally, this excludes the crude upstarts.

Following Jiang Chen's orders, Xing Jie and Xu Kuan, overseers of Korean operations, fetched him discreetly. Two vehicles waited, steering clear of the runway and skipping the shades. Airport crowds wouldn't spot these as Seoul's storm-bringers, the ultimate power players.

"Mr. Jiang."

Forget Xu Kuan—even the stoic Xing Jie cracked a uncommon grin at Jiang Chen's sight.

I've got plenty of tough guys around.

But each one hails me as the top dog.

Korea, Japan, Haojiang, Myanmar...

Before he knew it, Boss Jiang's reach had ballooned to a frightening scale.

What defines real manhood?

Keep in mind, Boss Jiang's just twenty-six.

"Didn't I mention no need to show up personally?"

"I had no intention of coming, but Xing Jie's such a bootlicker."

Xu Kuan quipped lightly. He was clearly smoother than Xing Jie, and through their Myanmar days, he'd built a stronger rapport with Jiang Chen, making such teasing harmless fun.

Xing Jie skipped the rebuttal, simply opening the door, "Mr. Jiang, hop in."

Just two cars in the convoy.

They rolled out from the airport, tailing each other.

Loads of Shen Zhou citizens flock to Korea for vacations, yet Korea—including Seoul—offers little of note.

Consider Korea's land size.

A jet fighter's overzealous thrust might overshoot the borders; in such a cramped spot, what wonders could it hold?

Movies peddle fiction.

Slap a filter on a rundown gutter, and voilà, it mimics the Maldives.

Of course.

If your Korea trip targets plastic surgery, you've picked wisely.

In Shen Zhou, pharmacies and foot spas dot every few paces, whereas Korea boasts beauty clinics at similar intervals.

"Mr. Jiang, when might I head back to Myanmar?"

Xu Kuan asked.

Jiang Chen grinned as passing streetlights and shadows danced over the window, "Does Seoul's vibe fall short of Myanmar's?"

"Seoul buzzes with energy, but it pales against Myanmar's rush."

Xu Kuan answered straightforwardly.

Males forever crave the adrenaline of combat, particularly types like him.

Plus.

Myanmar boasts its evening entertainments as well.

Armed with real clout, no spot runs dry on temptations.

"What, not even Seoul cuts it for you?"

"Ever since Xing Jie took over the Jiangnan Club, Seoul's free of challengers."

Xu Kuan put it plainly.

Back then, they'd been hunted, cornered, on the brink of being chopped down.

Life's twists never cease.

Jiang Chen stared at the skyscrapers gliding by outside, at a city once hostile to him, staying quiet.

"Mr. Jiang, should he wish for Myanmar, let him go. I'll manage Korea solo."

The typically reserved Xing Jie chimed in.

"Xing Jie, what's that supposed to mean? Ditching me now that we're safe?"

Xu Kuan chuckled right away, tossing in a curse, "With foes gone, you're plotting a takeover, eh?"

All knew it was playful ribbing.

Yet before the leader, not all humor flies.

Xu Kuan's boldness stemmed from grasping Mr. Jiang's temperament.

Amid the lighthearted exchange, a grand hotel loomed along the street.

The vehicle halted.

"We acquired this place last year, spruced it up, rebranded it, and now it ranks as Korea's premier Platinum Level spot."

Xu Kuan explained, his tone brimming more with boastful satisfaction than mere zeal.