I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2091 - 1347: Be Careful When Going Out from Now On_2

"What exactly did they mention on the call?" Her face twisted sharply in reaction. Even though Lan Peizhi stood nearby, she couldn't maintain her calm and pressed, "Is that accurate?"

The strain in her voice was evident, laced with a subtle edge of... alarm.

Moments passed.

She set the phone aside, her gaze wavering with doubt.

Lan Peizhi observed her without a word.

"Aunt Lan..."

Their gazes locked, and Cao Jinse drew in a steadying breath, her features stern, "A flight heading from Korea back home has gone down, everyone on board lost their lives. Jiang Chen was listed as a passenger on it."

Lan Peizhi’s eyes narrowed abruptly, her soft manner icing over into something sharp and threatening!

Yet the shift lasted only an instant.

The strain vanished in a flash, and she stated evenly,

"Get him on the line."

Cao Jinse snatched up the phone once more and punched in the digits.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

It echoed like a pulsing heartbeat.

And time dragged on endlessly.

"Hello."

After a stretch of seconds.

The line finally clicked through.

Cao Jinse exhaled deeply, emotions surging, as she overlooked Lan Peizhi yet again.

"Jiang, you idiot!"

Where had her self-control gone?

Her manners?

Her grace?

The outburst was downright rude.

Boss Jiang, caught off guard by the sudden berating, likely felt stunned and opened his mouth to respond, only for the call to drop from the other end.

Gazing at the bright sun streaming through the car window, Jiang Chen let out a soft sigh.

Princess Cao's concerns were plain to see.

Given her sharp mind and insight, why would she react so impulsively? It pointed to just one possibility.

—Affection breeds disorder.

In the end, people aren't robots; they feel, they falter, and they can't always reason with perfect clarity.

Wealthy powerhouses and elite figures typically avoid public airlines, prizing their secrecy above all and steering clear of any chance their locations might slip out.

Don't overlook the intense caution big names apply to protecting their own well-being.

Had Boss Jiang ascended to the pinnacle of global influence?

Even if not the absolute top, he surely claimed a solid spot. Still, Boss Jiang stayed grounded and had no issue mingling on a flight with everyday folks in the past.

Times have shifted, though.

Things are far from what they were.

Nowadays, plenty of folks are "coveting him like hungry tigers," demanding that safety take center stage.

Naturally.

This all springs from a sharp sense of danger, much like what he shared with Jin Zhuxuan: never ignore the darkest intentions others might harbor.

It wasn't mere advice for Jin Zhuxuan; Boss Jiang lives by it himself. Guesses don't need proof, but the downed flight at Seoul Airport oddly lends weight to the validity of Boss Jiang’s outlook in some way.

Everyone understands that flights rank as the most secure yet riskiest way to travel. Cars let you reinforce the frame or add armored windows if cash flows, and you can bail out in a pinch. A plane, though?

When trouble strikes up there, where exactly do you leap to?

That's precisely why crashes claim lives at the highest rate, with almost no one walking away, making them a prime example of fatal mishaps.

Countless high-profile leaders and moguls, along with officials, have met their end this way.

Clearly, the vigilant Boss Jiang drew wisdom from those before him. Death can come easy or hard, but he won't go down without cause.

That fate would choke the life out of anyone.

Regarding why his travel details showed up on that doomed route despite his absence...

Couldn't he just alter plans on a whim?

Or perhaps to give the carrier a sales bump.

With enough pull, one could snag extra spots on a bullet train, even reserving a full premium section if desired.

Boss Jiang earned that scolding fairly. Since he skipped the flight, he could've reached out to kin and allies to calm worries, confirming his safe return and calling it a mix-up. Yet those 177 lives lost at Seoul Airport will never arrive anywhere.

So the issue lingers.

Who bears the blame for all those needless losses?

The carrier?

The airfield?

Or... Boss Jiang, who was meant to board?

That strikes as unjust.

What wrong had Jiang Chen committed?

None at all.

He counted as a survivor too, dodging doom by a hair.

Still, view it from the side.

Without his name on the manifest, would the crash have occurred?

Hmm.

This isn't a matter for science, but something more philosophical.

Akin to debating if the bird or its shell came first.

Whatever the probe into this huge tragedy uncovers in the end, it's bound to leave this puzzle unsolved.

Chaos swirls in Seoul, no doubt a frenzy of motion, while River City's roads stay serene and undisturbed.

True, from either a lawful or ethical view, Boss Jiang as a mere "survivor" holds zero guilt, yet Jiang Chen, shaped by solid schooling, believes he ought to act for those hundred-plus wronged spirits.

Inside the rolling car, he grabbed the phone from Cao's abrupt end, reclined into the back, and rang an international line.

"A flight out of Seoul crashed, killing 177, with three others fighting for life right now. I was supposed to be aboard."

Once linked, Jiang Chen laid out the event briefly, even if the crash dominated worldwide news feeds already, though the recipient might've missed it amid their packed schedule.

"What are you getting at."

They hadn't crossed paths since their Japan farewell, but oddly, their bond seemed to deepen through these sparse words.

Perhaps.

That elusive...

Digital spark?!

Doubt it? Just catch the vibe.

A keen observer would pick up that, despite the lingering distance, it carried a warmer note than in Japan.

"I’m not accusing you. I trust you wouldn't slaughter so many innocents just to get at me."

Direct.

Completely blunt.

Merely a hunch, after all.

Accusations demand backing.

That said.

Dealing with law enforcement calls for facts.

Is she enforcement?

"Plus, we've got no beef between us."

Jiang Chen tacked on the point right away, as needed.

Perspectives vary wildly for each person, just as views on "mishaps" do.

Whether Cynthia knew of today's Seoul incident or held her own take on it, imposing one's raw personal slant on another like a reckless fool wouldn't fly, no matter what.

"So what exactly do you need from me."

If skipping proof for pure theory, whoever or whatever group had the guts and means to stage this—be it individual, outfit, or force—had to wield massive sway.

"I need nothing. Just relay a note for me."

Jiang Chen's words flowed even and firm, phone in hand, as he lounged back in the seat, eyes fixed forward.

In this hub of Eastern Hubei tongues, drivers push bold, slicing in front of anyone.

But against bigger troubles, this petty hassle fades.

"Shen Zhou's ancient wisdom goes, ’Every action breeds consequence,’ so inform him to watch his step on outings ahead."

Wildly suave.

Totally striking!

No need to dig into sources any further.

Cynthia paused long and quiet, maybe cowed by such commanding presence, or simply... at a loss.

"If you're not keen on forwarding it, hand over his details, and I'll handle it direct."

Boss Jiang keeps it fair, never shoving others into binds over his issues.

A chuckle rang from the line.

Sharp and bright!

Far truer than the prior chat on some mystery figure.

"Do you grasp what you're implying."

Boss Jiang stayed cool.

"Merely a heads-up. Life's singular, after all. Otherwise, share an address; I'll mail a calendar for daily checks before stepping out."