I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2117 - 1360: In-Depth Discussion (2)

Clearly, Fang Qing was never going to figure out the source of this jade token.

"One hundred million."

Noticing Qing Mei's keen interest in knowing more, Jiang Chen held nothing back and spoke with complete candor.

Thank goodness it was Fang Qing; had it been some other girl, her hands could have shaken right then, possibly leading to yet another mishap similar to the "Medusa’s Eye."

Though Fang Qing paid little mind to the worldly worth of objects, the figure of one hundred million still caused her to briefly lose her focus.

Being near this fellow always transported her to a separate realm, far removed from everyday life, where lavish costs routinely soared into the "hundreds of millions."

"One hundred million?"

She double-checked, then found herself toying with it once more.

She realized the jade token was no everyday item, yet wasn't one hundred million somewhat over the top?

"Yes, one hundred million, complete with a receipt. Want to take a look?"

"..."

Jiang Chen grinned, eyeing the jade token she held, "Naturally, its actual worth falls way short of that. This was the final bid at an auction. Certain items might lack intrinsic value, yet enthusiasts drive up their price."

These remarks.

Held a touch of profound reflection.

"If you're not interested, hand it back. I'll pass it on to somebody else."

Boss Jiang truly stood out as an extraordinary individual, entirely at ease with reclaiming a present he'd offered.

Still, when it comes to giving gifts, you can't push it on anyone.

"Planning to give it to Wu Yufei?"

Jiang Chen nearly coughed in surprise, torn between amusement and exasperation as he shot back, "Ridiculous talk—we're merely classmates. You think that's fitting? How could he even take it?"

"Who handed it to you?"

Fang Qing pressed further.

After a lifetime of acquaintance, how could Jiang Chen miss her intentions? "Rest easy, it's no debt to settle with anyone. If it appeals to you, keep it freely, no strings attached."

"Just answer me."

Few people these days dared to address Boss Jiang in such a manner.

Maybe it stemmed from early habits; Jiang Chen merely shrugged, "You could say it originated from Zhong Xiaoye."

Zhong Xiaoye?

Fang Qing's eyes widened a bit, unsure if she'd caught it right.

"Why would he present you with this?"

"It's a complicated tale, but nothing that involves you directly. Feel free to carry it home for Aunt Pan—she'd likely treasure it even more."

"I'm worried it might give my mom a shock."

Jiang Chen offered a soft smile.

"No way—Aunt Pan's in excellent shape, provided you skip mentioning the price. Besides, it's only a hundred million. You mentioned Moon City deals with one or two billion in transactions each day, and even his illegitimate offspring receives a personal cut of one hundred million?"

Tsk.

Such riches.

Things worth mere millions getting inflated a hundred times over without a second thought.

Whatever catches their eye, they grab without fear.

Hmm.

Being rich sure has its perks.

"You certain that keeping this jade token won't bring cops knocking at my place?"

Be it her sharp career instincts or her sharp wit, Fang Qing delivered jokes with an utterly straight face.

That's a gift.

Not something you pick up easily.

Jiang Chen bent over laughing, thoroughly entertained.

"Don't fret—it's no money laundering scheme. The funds to acquire this jade token all went straight to charity, a truly noble deed."

Only then did Fang Qing appear to ease her concerns.

"Not even a thanks?"

Fang Qing acted as if she hadn't heard, "I've got a train to catch tonight."

"Need me to drive you?"

This question was pointless.

He obviously had no intention of providing transport.

But honestly, there wasn't much to transport anyway.

The high-speed train from River City to Sha City ran about an hour and a half, whereas crossing River City from east to west by car took even more time.

"Off to Haojiang next?"

Jiang Chen couldn't suppress a laugh, his expression beaming, "What business would I have in Haojiang?"

Fang Qing stayed quiet.

"We're in a modern, rule-bound era. Any issues get sorted through proper procedures. Why head to Haojiang? To film Infernal Affairs or Young and Dangerous, and clash in a massive street fight with thousands of those shady agents?"

The stakes are higher now.

Ways of dealing with problems have evolved too.

It's reminiscent of old sci-fi films.

No matter how creative the authors got, they pictured aliens arriving with battleships and ray guns to battle humanity.

Yet once The Three-Body Problem appeared, those earlier movies turned laughable.

If people clashed with ants, would they gear up fully just to match the ants' power?

"Can I assist in any way?"

Jiang Chen paused briefly, then felt a touch of resignation.

Understood.

Caught once more.

The other side had eavesdropped again.

Was it Qing Gege's keen perception, or his own lapse in caution?

This wasn't his usual style.

"No thanks."

Jiang Chen shook his head.

True enough.

Upon getting the Moon City details, he might have pondered options, but after obtaining this Jade Token, choices became unnecessary.

Regardless of how formidable the Nine-headed Bird or Ten-headed Bird seemed, no matter the films they'd produced, the funds they'd poured in, or the influencers they'd networked with in Haojiang to safeguard so many interests.

As Qing Gege pointed out.

Gifts aren't taken lightly.

Gratitude demands repayment.

Like that dog head from the Twelve Beast Heads.

Just as Fang Qing took the Jade Token sans thanks.

Can feelings like that be settled with mere words?

When the skies unleash fury, storms follow.

When mortals unleash fury, calamity ensues.

No matter Sun Wukong's prowess, after stirring chaos in the heavens, he'd end up pinned beneath Five Finger Mountain.

The plight of Xiao Yu’s roommate likely scratches the surface; Moon City’s push into the mainland mirrors Sun Wukong's heavenly rampage—its final burst of splendor.

Inevitable downfall looms as just a question of when.

Boss Jiang isn't law enforcement, nor does he work economic crimes, and he's no holy figure; it's not his duty, nor must he intervene, yet who can say if some won't follow the script—perhaps not targeting the heart, but hitting from the flanks.

Though meetings are infrequent, Jiang Chen recalls Fourth Miss He; the surges at Black Sand Beach still stir fond memories.

"Others will take care of this issue."

No word on Fang Qing's involvement.

He had no intention of stepping in personally.

Fang Qing resisted probing further; some matters she'd raise knowing answers would come, but if it burdened the other, she'd hold her tongue.

Thus.

A rhythm of mutual questioning emerged between them.

It appeared one was open and guileless, but really, it formed a cherished unspoken bond.

Jiang Chen truly skipped seeing Fang Qing off upon her departure.

As they matured, encounters grew scarce, while farewells became routine.

The flute's wail signals a late parting at the pavilion.

One journeys to Xiaoxiang, the other to Qin.

Of course.

No call for excessive emotion.

Exactly because separations exist, gatherings hold true value.

Jiang Chen lingered by the hotel room's expansive window, clutching the mask Fang Qing had given him as she departed.

Indeed.

A mask.

She mentioned a nasty flu outbreak in River City lately.

What do you call this?

A simple token, profound sentiment.

Amid the city's humming flow, Jiang Chen grabbed his phone, punched in a number, and held it up.

"Hope I'm not interrupting Young Master Song."

"Nonsense, Brother Jiang—you're always welcome."

When elite comes up, this Kyoto scion deserves mention.

His poise in defeat alone commands admiration and lessons from countless folks.

Fall as he might, facing Jiang Chen, he always kept composed elegance.

"If Young Master Song's free at the moment, I've got a topic I'd like to chat about."

"Fire away, Brother Jiang."

Song Chaoge once aimed to shine in Haojiang, only to stumble against Jiang Chen; deep down, he's a thrill-seeker for bets, deeply drawn to that world.

As the proverb notes.

Turn foes to friends, don't nurse old hates.

"Heard of the globe's biggest online betting site these days, Young Master Song?"

"What's on your mind, Brother Jiang?"

Folks like Song Chaoge were once top spenders in Haojiang, wagering fortunes beyond their own.

At the same time.

Such types probably shun the virtual vibe.

"The site's named Moon City, run by Haojiang natives, exploding across the mainland now via a tiered agent system; user counts swell by the day, with plenty of college kids falling prey."

What sort of mind does Song Chaoge possess?

In talks like this, a quick hint lets him seize the core.

"Whenever you're ready, Brother Jiang, visit Kyoto—we'll dive deeper."