I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2118 - 1361: Mutual Admiration

Inside a plain taxi leaving the airport, a hurried passenger occupies the rear seat, glued to his phone without distraction.

He's not browsing quick clips.

He's not messaging anyone.

He's certainly not checking investments.

Instead—he's betting.

Exactly.

Internet betting.

The type featuring live dealers shuffling cards, where the dealer's image morphs into a vivid stream of flowing blonde hair and bold crimson lips, alluring while spiking your adrenaline during the heated play.

Internet betting proves highly accessible, ideal for passing moments in a cab, lacking any safeguards against habit-forming, which readily pulls you in deep.

Absolutely.

From the moment Jiang Chen joined this internet betting site, his eyes stayed fixed downward, right up to when the driver interrupted.

"Sir, we've reached the destination."

The driver's courtesy stands out, not due to superior cab standards in East Sea compared to elsewhere, but because the vehicle now idles curbside before Spring and Autumn Plaza's gateway.

Prosperity serves as the ultimate cover.

Though riding in a taxi appears somewhat mismatched, plenty of quirky ultra-wealthy folks exist without surprise.

Now at the spot, he logs off the betting site, with the bold, prominent "Moon City" label dominating the display's header, and maybe owing to parting from the tempting dealer, Boss Jiang displays a touch of reluctance as he scans for the ride fee.

"No rush."

Prosper, and everyone extends politeness your way.

Jiang Chen offered a faint smile, easing much of the irritation from his losses. He expressed thanks to the driver before stepping out.

He'd set out to recoup merely the cab cost, a modest goal, yet unexpectedly, it turned sour.

Though new to internet betting, he'd triumphed in a famed wager in Las Vegas before, but his recent mobile session fared poorly, dominated by defeats, squandering dozens of thousands in yuan.

Grasping a matter demands firsthand involvement; the duration was brief, yet the insights plentiful.

——[Internet betting stays off-limits]

Even a figure like him, dubbed a "pro," suffers total rout, much less average folks. In person, you'd confront at worst a betting ace like Young Master Song from Song Chaoge, offering perhaps a couple of victory shots, but digitally—

Digital betting skips raw talent, relying purely on systems.

Whatever cards get issued, the operator dictates at will, fully aware of the bettor's holdings, much like a raffle, so how does one triumph when everything's laid bare?

Sure enough.

Separately, for drawing in players and boosting loyalty, online betting sites typically let fresh accounts taste wins on purpose to spark curiosity, the very reason Boss Jiang dove in, versed in such promotional ploys.

He grasps that the site manipulates all aspects, yet with a fresh profile gaining advantages, his win probability soared. Still, they deviated from norms, catching him off guard.

Certainly.

Know-how remains mere know-how, not fact.

Maybe Moon City, the globe's top internet betting hub, skips those strategies, handling newbies and veterans alike.

Or simply, bad fortune struck outright.

Though starters enjoy elevated win rates, some unfortunate ones inevitably emerge.

Yet Boss Jiang would never concede that, shunning fault on his fortune, preferring to claim Moon City simply didn't suit him.

Moreover.

Internet betting truly demands avoidance.

Dropping tens of thousands counts as a hard-earned warning, a smart exit in time. Boss Jiang shrugs off adding to the site's earnings, as fretting changes nothing; refunds aren't coming.

Boss Jiang, boasting a superior composure, stays level in wins or losses, adhering to luck's flow or acceptance of outcomes, never chasing back what's gone.

Don't lament lost chances, shift focus instead, channeling efforts toward life's other delights.

"You're home."

Stepping into the residence after a Kasukabe trip, Boss Jiang, harboring a youthful spirit, channeled Shinnosuke Nohara in a boisterous call, greeted only by quiet in the vast estate.

He advanced further, peered forward, and jolted in shock.

Gathered at the meal table, a few diners mid-bite swiveled their gazes toward him together.

His arrival synced perfectly, leaving Jiang Chen's face rigid, stuck in uneasy pause, questioning his own sight.

At the seat, it's not Li Shuru, rather... Lan Peizhi!

"Bro, eaten yet? Pull up a chair!"

Martial Saint rose, welcoming the newcomer.

No tricks of the eye, her distinctive vintage curls, steadfast simple garb through seasons, unpainted but strikingly vivid lips... alongside Martial Saint and Daoist Duanmu, the extra figure at the table proved Lan Peizhi for sure.

Jiang Chen grinned to mask the awkwardness, feigning ease as he neared the meal area.

"Sis stopped by to visit Sister Liuli and me."

Martial Saint, steadfast in support, clarified at once, "Kept it from Sister Shurui, so as not to interrupt her duties."

Li Shuru had clearly come back from Qin Island.

Jiang Chen gave a nod, drew a seat, and settled next to Daoist Duanmu.

Bonds truly demand nurturing.

No word from Jiang Chen required, Martial Saint promptly dished out servings, showing extra care, far from his initial house call.

Lan Peizhi watched the scene with keen attention.

This marked no debut trip for her.

During the Haojiang invitation, she'd dropped by previously, qualifying as an infrequent visitor.

With her junior brother and junior sister both present, though, the stopover made perfect sense.