I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2057 - 1330: I Can Hear It

"Mr. Jiang, there's no need for us to fret over Che Changmin."

Che Changmin had already departed to resume his duties at the Grand Prosecution Office.

In Korea's framework, a committed politician like him stands out as truly uncommon.

"Che Changmin's rise to his present role stems mostly from the steady support of everyday Koreans. Unlike officials who climbed through nepotism, he boasts a solid base among the common folk. It's no simple task for the Americans to undermine him. Instead, after enduring U.S. dominance for years, this could spark widespread indignation."

Xing Jie agreed with Xu Kuan's assessment and chimed in, "Over the last couple of years, Che Changmin has advanced remarkably. He started as merely a prosecutor, yet now he acts more and more like a seasoned politician. Lately, he turned down a chance to join the Constitutional Court."

"Che Changmin shows real political savvy, or perhaps he's simply come to his senses. Politics isn't a quick dash like a hundred-meter race; it's an endurance run where steady pacing beats rushing ahead," Xu Kuan remarked with a sigh.

"Erase all signs of your contacts as thoroughly as possible."

"Rest assured, Mr. Jiang, we handle things properly. We're always ready for contingencies, and nothing will trace back to Prosecutor Che."

Che Changmin isn't merely another Korean official who's been "turned" or "bought off"; he and Xing Jie both grasp how vital he is to Mr. Jiang.

"With Prosecutor Che gone, Mr. Jiang, how about we grab a drink?"

Xu Kuan grinned casually, unfazed by any scenario after witnessing so much.

"Downstairs, there's a girl group show today, Mr. Jiang—care to check it out?"

The Platinum Level designation of the hotel isn't just hype.

At Lanxin Hotel's bar, unexpected performances pop up now and then, featuring elite entertainers. Only those of top caliber qualify to take the stage.

"Is this a legitimate show?"

Jiang Chen inquired.

Xu Kuan flashed a sly grin, one that every guy instantly gets.

"Mr. Jiang, you should consult Xing Jie on that—he oversees it."

"We offer various acts that Mr. Jiang might enjoy."

Xing Jie answered briefly.

Jiang Chen chuckled, "What I'm saying is, nothing forced."

"No concerns, Mr. Jiang; the performers join willingly."

Once Xing Jie spoke, Xu Kuan followed up, "Those who grace our Lanxin stage receive our safeguarding. Without this spot, they'd hustle in tougher venues, facing greater strain. Mr. Jiang, the artists ought to thank us for it."

Glamorous, out-of-reach celebrities fade into obscurity when confronted by true influence.

Jiang Chen isn't some flawless saint or bleeding-heart savior; each industry follows its customs, and every locale nurtures its own dynamics.

Everyone knows Korea's entertainment scene runs murky, serving as a playground for the elite, but Korean youth still dive in headfirst.

"Nah, too loud."

Jiang Chen turned down Xu Kuan's suggestion, showing no thrill in chaebol-style indulgences.

Naturally.

Today's Boss Jiang towers beyond what Korean tycoons can challenge; toying with starlets or viewing idols as toys feels far too crude for him.

No need to play the perfect gentleman, but avoid descending to barbarism.

"In that case, we'll set up some rest for Mr. Jiang. The spa below offers a great way to unwind."

This offer from Jiang Chen accepted without hesitation.

Lanxin Hotel's spa ranks as exceptionally luxurious. Credit where due—Korea boasts plenty of stunning women; even the employees sport figures like runway models, blooming with allure.

Whether enhancements play a part is beside the point; expectations can't be overly rigid.

The spa's female supervisor greeted him herself. Her uniform, a short skirt with a V-neck, plunged at just the right depth; the enhanced curves strained temptingly, though she seemed past thirty.

Undeniably.

Each age brings its own captivating appeal to women.

Jiang Chen had savored elite soaks in Tokyo's Ginza, but this custom suite struck him as overly spacious; the tub rivaled a modest pool in size.

Near the tub sat a waterbed, while a massive TV screen dangled from above. Steam enveloped the space, vapors dancing lightly, and a subtle, unidentified scent lingered, evoking a dreamy haze.

"Sir, allow me to assist with your clothes."

The supervisor's tone flowed sweetly, gentle and captivating, her looks rivaling any pop idol, paired with a striking physique that radiated irresistible draw, nearly intoxicating.

Yet Boss Jiang, young as he was, carried worldly experience, honed especially by stunners like Fujiwara Reiki, facing such scenes with steady poise.

Indeed.

He merely lifted his arm to aid the process, inquiring evenly, "Do you personally serve every guest here?"

Even in heels, her stature and position let Jiang Chen glimpse the deep valley of her décolletage with ease.

A typical tycoon might already have plunged in.

"Not at all. It's because you're an honored guest of the bosses."

The bosses meant Xing Jie and Xu Kuan; no full briefing on Boss Jiang's status was needed for a spa lead.

"Does your entire team speak Mandarin this fluently?"

"Absolutely. Our employees complete specialized training upfront and pass evaluations before signing on."

As she eased off his shirt, Boss Jiang's average yet toned frame met the steamy warmth.

True fitness avoids bulk or freakish bulk; balance defines it!