I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2056: 1329: Endless Vitality (Part 2)
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The explanation behind it.
Could be gleaned right from the hotel's title.
Lanxin Hotel.
Blatantly ostentatious.
Without a single Korean character, the signboard in flawless Chinese characters gleams prominently from its elevated spot.
The source of the character “Lan” was obvious without saying.
“When Miss Lan got compelled to depart from Korea, we erected this hotel to remain here indefinitely, gazing down upon Seoul and its millions of inhabitants.”
Declaring allegiance to past superiors in the presence of a fresh superior was improper, yet Jiang Chen always possessed keen insight.
Moreover, what separated him from Lan Peizhi?
He brushed it aside with a grin, then inquired, “Who thought of this name?”
“I did.”
Xu Kuan responded without delay.
“It’s somewhat corny.”
With that, Jiang Chen proceeded inside the hotel.
Xing Jie kept a straight face and trailed behind.
“No, I proposed ‘Lan,’ and you suggested ‘Xin,’ didn’t you?”
Xu Kuan hastily amended his words.
Xing Jie paid him no mind, suppressing a chuckle while moving forward.
Given their brief visit without intentions to linger, opting for the hotel proved far more practical. Shortly after Jiang Chen and his group stepped into the opulent Lanxin Hotel, a cab pulled up.
The rider settled the fee and stepped out, clad in plain, unremarkable attire.
He slipped into the hotel discreetly, and passersby would never guess this was the esteemed Chief Prosecutor.
Private dining area.
Xu Kuan and Xing Jie were engaged in conversation when the door swung open abruptly.
“Prosecutor Che.”
They were taken aback to spot Che Changmin entering. They anticipated his arrival but not this soon.
Sharing a quick look, Xu Kuan and Xing Jie displayed no haughtiness, standing together to pay homage to this key figure in Korean politics.
“Where is Mr. Jiang?”
Living in Seoul, familiarity came naturally.
“Mr. Jiang has just gotten here and is unwinding in a room above.”
Che Changmin acknowledged with a nod and settled into a chair.
Xu Kuan checked his timepiece and quipped, “Prosecutor Che, work hours haven’t ended yet.”
Che Changmin offered no reply.
After years of interactions, Xu Kuan and his associates understood the temperament of this highly respected Chief Prosecutor all too well.
In truth, their rapid dominance over Seoul’s shadowy networks stemmed not solely from their endeavors but crucially from this Chief Prosecutor’s vital backing.
These times demand more than mere boldness to succeed.
Even Miss Lan ended up vanquished.
Brutality alone falls short; alliances are essential.
The classic tale of Journey to the West revealed this long ago.
A demon lacking ties to the Heavenly Court faces inevitable doom.
Are Koreans truly feeble?
Far from it.
In any land, criminal groups unleash ferocious violence when provoked, yet the modern underworld revolves less around brawls and more around navigating intricate social ties.
What good is speed in flight?
Can it rival kinship with the referee?
“I’ll alert Mr. Jiang.”
Xing Jie spoke sparingly, yet he grasped these nuances perfectly. He reached for his phone but got halted by Che Changmin.
“No need, take your time.”
After a mutual glance, Xing Jie refrained from making the call.
“Does Prosecutor Che know the reason for Mr. Jiang’s abrupt trip to Korea?”
Xu Kuan probed.
“Aren’t you two aware?”
Che Changmin shot back.
Xu Kuan shook his head.
“Mr. Jiang kept it under wraps. Perhaps he’s just wandering after a funeral visit.”
The door creaked open.
To their surprise, Jiang Chen appeared ahead of schedule. Spotting Che Changmin, he showed zero astonishment.
All three rose simultaneously.
“Mr. Jiang.”
The most precious trait in a person—
Clinging to one’s core purpose.
The influential Che Changmin remembered vividly the roots of the current state.
Jiang Chen grinned and gestured dismissively, “This is merely a casual dinner, no formalities required.”
They resumed their seats gradually.
“Any work obligations this evening?”
Jiang Chen questioned.
“Post-meal, I must head back to the Grand Prosecution Hall.”
“In that case, I’ll skip the alcohol.”
Xu Kuan signaled to bring the dishes.
“During my time in Japan, I conferred with two lawmakers.”
“Representing the Yixin Society, I express gratitude to Mr. Jiang for his assistance.”
In Korea, every official recognized this renowned entity. It functioned as an informal political group, or perhaps a faction. Small in size, its members occupied pivotal roles.
And above all.
Solidarity!
Collective strength lightens burdens; a basic principle. Be it in bureaucracy or crime, solitary actions guarantee a tragic fate.
This ex-prosecutor, once fair-minded and adored by masses, had evolved into a skilled statesman over recent years.
“Hold off on thanks for now.”
Jiang Chen let out a faint sigh, “Truth is, I’ve stirred up issues for you.”
The trio reacted with shock.
“What kind of issues?”
Xu Kuan blurted out.
“I encountered some friction with the US Army.”
Jiang Chen described it casually and succinctly, yet it stunned Xu Kuan and Xing Jie into exchanging incredulous stares.
The notion seemed outlandish, but all grasped the implication.
Similar to Japan, Korea twisted under foreign influence, with American troops permeating its soil, shaping politics, military, economy…every facet of the nation.
The chaebol loomed unchallenged in Korea.
Yet provoking the US Army invited horrors dwarfing chaebol wrath!
Particularly for those in politics.
American Dad—no, thanks to Korea’s present Supreme Leader’s maneuvers, they now flattered Japan; by lineage, it was American Grandpa.
Should American Grandpa utter a word, regardless of rank, one’s career in politics ended abruptly.
Thus, the revelation’s effect on Che Changmin was profound.
The sole consolation lay in secrecy about his ties to Boss Jiang, avoiding fallout; but realistically, how feasible?
Xing Jie and Xu Kuan eyed this sharpening Korean Chief Prosecutor.
His reaction met expectations; no panic or alarm surfaced, and following a short pause, he stated steadily: “Korea stands as a sovereign nation, impervious to external meddling in its affairs.”
Silence enveloped the room instantly.
Frankly, Xu Kuan itched to cheer that line.
However brutal the truth, surrender to despair was forbidden.
Conviction defies ridicule.
Jiang Chen gave an approving nod.
In reality, the outlook wasn’t so dire; he simply favored bracing for the harshest scenarios.
Optimistically, the US forces in Japan differed from those in Korea, and that four-star general Bonnie Benjamin’s stance didn’t reflect the Korea-stationed commander’s.
Naturally.
Anticipating the worst harms no one; readiness averts surprises.
“Your assurance is reassuring.”
Typical politicians would buckle beneath US Army pressure, but Che Changmin stood apart.
His immense public favor and reputation propelled him, or he wouldn’t claim the title of Korea’s youngest Chief Prosecutor ever.
Though bolstered by Jiang Chen’s aid primarily, he wasn’t one to yield easily.
The populace’s might appears minor, yet wields immense force.
United ants compel even elephants to yield.
“Minimize contacts moving forward.”
Jiang Chen directed Xing Jie and Xu Kuan next.
“Got it.”
“Time to dine.”
Jiang Chen suggested cheerfully.
Che Changmin grasped his chopsticks.
He started as a prosecutor despising wrongdoing fiercely, the bedrock of his acclaim. Yet ascending the ladder revealed a world far more nuanced than his ideals.
This realm defies simple binaries of dark and light.
Wickedness can’t be utterly vanquished; it demands direction and restraint.
Versus the prior chaos of rampant criminal clashes over gains, Seoul’s safety had noticeably advanced.
Imprisoning every criminal faction proved impossible; one falls, another emerges, overwhelming the jails.
Conversely, harnessing vice against vice yielded results.
Do methods count?
They don’t.
The key lies in delivering safety and joy to the populace.
“Prosecutor Che, lost in thought? With your widespread support, should the US Army seek vengeance, just rally us—we’ll hit the streets with Seoul’s residents in protest.”
Xu Kuan remarked amusedly.
As the Daoists proclaim.
Yin and yang, shadow and light, cycle eternally in harmony.