I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2119 - 1361: Kindred Spirits (Part 2)

"Brother, didn't you mention you'd only be away for a couple of days? Why have you been gone for so long? What's Korea like?"

The memories of Martial Saint lingered on the moment they returned from Japan, as he placed the meal before his brother Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth to respond, only to catch the words: "It can't be as enjoyable as Japan."

That was Lan Peizhi speaking.

Gazing at his elder sister, Martial Saint—who had visited Kabukicho in Tokyo—offered an awkward grin, a pang of guilt washing over him.

During that time, he had limited options over a phone call.

Yet now, she stood right there in person.

His elder sister might actually snap his leg in two.

"I was on a business trip, not vacationing."

Cut off momentarily, Jiang Chen continued, his tone turning earnest.

"Brother, you timed your visit perfectly—Korea's been buzzing with excitement lately."

Martial Saint, far from naive, quickly steered the conversation elsewhere, "Doctors have been protesting, a plane went down, and the president faces an impending lawsuit. Things are spiraling out of control there."

Jiang Chen reached for his chopsticks, staying quiet, much like Tanki Liuli who avoided chatter at the table, methodically selecting bites.

The spread wasn't extravagant—just four dishes plus soup, mostly plant-based.

Fortunately, nobody fussed over their food.

Jiang Chen grabbed a portion of the stir-fried veggie stems, slipped it between his lips, munched briefly, then sensed the issue and spat it right out.

"It's uncooked."

He glanced sideways at Tanki Liuli's flawless side view.

Oddly so.

The serene, meal-focused Daoist Duanmu suddenly halted, her demeanor adorably puzzled and intrigued.

She set down her chopsticks too, twisting to face Jiang Chen's scrutinizing eyes, her own gaze clear and brimming with innocent bewilderment.

This caught Boss Jiang off guard.

"Ahem... Brother, my sister prepared this meal today."

Martial Saint chimed in with discomfort.

"..."

Jiang Chen stood stunned.

Blood Guanyin handling the cooking?

Does she even know how?

Jiang Chen couldn't believe it, averting his eyes from Tanki Liuli's features.

No surprise she wore that look.

One shouldn't carelessly fault someone for their candid, guileless nature.

In truth, Comrade Jiang Chen deserved no blame.

Anyone else in his shoes would naturally assume the Daoist Sister could whip up a meal, given her role in looking after Martial Saint. Who would link such a task to someone as otherworldly as Lan Peizhi?

"You made this?"

"If it doesn't suit you, feel free to skip it."

Indeed, she had cooked it herself.

But that checked out.

Preparing food for her little brother and his junior sister—why make a big deal of it?

Jiang Chen's expression grew rigid, a touch of unease settling in.

The problem wasn't flavor; it was plainly underdone!

Not everybody possesses Princess Cao's patience, who'd simply re-cook a raw dish. Observing the still Guanyin, she showed no sign of owning up or fixing it.

After all, the meal wasn't meant just for him; Tanki Liuli and Martial Saint consumed it silently, and as a mere visitor, what grounds did he have to complain?

Jiang Chen grasped this fully, opting smartly for silence, then reflexively eyed Tanki Liuli and Martial Saint with a knowing glance.

These pair—they truly toughed it out.

Downing it uncooked without complaint.

Whether Tanki Liuli was accustomed to it remained unclear, showing no disturbance, but Martial Saint caught Jiang Chen's look and shared a covert nod.

That dish of stir-fried veggie stems was surely off-limits now, and skipping to just rice seemed impolite. Jiang Chen carefully sampled the remaining veggie options, deeming them decent enough, with only slight seasoning flaws, still quite edible.

Evidently, she wasn't utterly hopeless in the kitchen, merely mistimed that one stir-fry of veggie stems.

Errors happen to everyone.

The mood settled into a calmer hush soon after.

In an effort to compensate, or maybe to signal goodwill, Jiang Chen even refilled his rice bowl.

Martial Saint observed, deeply admiring the display.

Genuinely worthy of idol status.

A true expert.

"You guys head off to relax; I'll handle the cleanup."

Post-meal, Martial Saint jumped at the chance, showcasing his maturity to his elder sister.

With all the grown-ups far from typical, nobody stepped in to assist, leaving the youth alone in the eating area at ease.

As Tanki Liuli passed the remote to Lan Peizhi, Jiang Chen smiled to himself, likely sensing Lan Peizhi's own quiet exasperation.

"Care for a stroll?"

He inquired.

Lan Peizhi agreed with a nod.

A post-lunch promenade felt refreshing, particularly amid Spring and Autumn Plaza's views that matched urban green spaces.

"That Seoul aircraft incident—who was behind it?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "I have no clue about their origins."

"So you opt for a rampage of retribution," Lan Peizhi cut in.

Boss Jiang's nature shunned empty threats; having contacted Ms. Cynthia, consequences were inevitable.

It wasn't solely Korea stirring; the human beacon and the West brimmed with thrills too.

Numerous tycoons, executives, and finance titans faced intense hit attempts. Though details stayed under wraps, the public remained unaware, yet panic rippled through global high society.

These past days, elites scanned their schedules warily before venturing out.

While Boss Jiang dealt politely with that avaricious pair in River City, even calling on them personally, a deeper view showed his unyielding stance toward strangers.

Some appear mild externally but dominate internally.

Yet Boss Jiang.

Stays mild inside and dominates out.

"They shattered the balance first. I'm merely responding in kind."

Delivered with such poise.

Here, the system's edge shone through.

In the unbound West, hits demand little expertise; any average joe with a printed pistol could end a mogul mid-stride—attempt that in Shen Zhou.

Even without Cynthia revealing the "mysterious" figure's info, no issue arose.

Adaptability proved key.

If the target eludes, pivot to alternatives.

Thanks to Shen Zhou's safeguards and laws, fears of equal backlash faded.

What term fits this?

It's leveraging terrain strengths.

This round, the upper hand was his.

"What about your future travels overseas?"

Lan Peizhi teased lightly, yet struck true.

"Staying put holds no issue; home offers endless tasks,"

Jiang Chen declared firmly, evidently set against yielding, before pivoting the chat.

"I intend to connect with Song Chaoge."

"Any trouble brewing?"

"Indeed."

Jiang Chen answered, "In Haojiang, he missed out on a gaming permit, breeding grudges; I'll discuss it with him, gauge his interest."

"Are you truly that generous?"

Lan Peizhi skipped looking his way, her straightforward remark leaving him flushed.

"What's that supposed to mean? Am I really so villainous? I never strike first."

That held water.

Jiang Chen stuck to the creed: leave me be, and I'll do the same. Regarding the gaming permit, it boiled down to open rivalry, hinging on individual prowess.

"The globe's top online betting site, Moon City; perhaps you've caught wind. It's pushed into the Mainland, pulling in billions yearly, outpacing brick-and-mortar profits by far—he ought to bite."

Lan Peizhi showed no shock.

How could her read on him falter?

No wrong done.

Yet schemes lingered.

"Gifting to the Buddha?"

Jiang Chen held his tongue.

"How did he cross you?" Lan Peizhi pressed.

"I simply dropped cash there."

"..."

The world's premier online betting hub, boasting billions in yearly hauls, loomed intimidating.

But it daunted just the average folk.

Lan Peizhi remained unruffled, murmuring gently, "Song Chaoge likely won't bite twice."

Such phrasing.

Suggesting frequent deceptions.

"I harbor zero ill will."

Jiang Chen laughed lightly, "Moon City stands fully developed; sever its Mainland ops, and it becomes an overseas cash cow yielding steady gains—why would Song Chaoge pass?"

The world's biggest online betting platform?

Plainly, a plaything ripe for the taking anytime.

Naturally.

This plaything carried grime; cleaning it might still taint the hands a tad, marring outer views, demanding certain compromises.

"Why not approach another?"

Lan Peizhi boldly laid bare his intent.

Exactly.

Sounds appealing.

Why zero in on Young Master Song alone?

Jiang Chen stayed cool and steady.

"Because Song Chaoge and I respect each other's talents."