I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2121 - 1362: Checkup, Checkup_2

Jiang Chen marveled with a tsk, "I believe this could work. Later on, request a limited-edition vehicle from them and hand it over to me."

Oh dear.

Absolutely brazen.

Breaking one's word and erasing past statements is bad enough, yet scheming to mooch off people too?

"Get Cui Heng to reach out to them and request an endorsement invitation for you."

Pei Yunxi settled next to him, providing a practical idea.

"Would they even notice someone like me? Do I possess that kind of appeal or allure?"

"I believe you do."

Surprised, Jiang Chen turned to her, "For real?"

"For real."

Gazing at her enchanting, perfect features, Jiang Chen's heart warmed.

What is this sensation?

It's called—love is blind.

"That's enough for me, coming from you."

Is Boss Jiang really so superficial?

Hardly.

How does a rare worldwide supercar stack up against true recognition and compliments?

He pushed the supercar endorsement deal aside and grabbed the following document at random.

Once more, it's an unusual field.

The sender happens to be a top national insurance firm.

Insurance ranks among the world's most lucrative sectors, where major corporations hit tens of billions in value.

These contracts carry real substance; just one could thrill elite celebrities.

While scanning it, Jiang Chen let out a sigh and shook his head.

"Cui Heng could suggest some company talents instead; it'd be wasteful otherwise."

Such perks come from being the lead star; her rejected offers might trickle down to fellow performers.

"Have Cui Heng filter through them."

"None of them catch your eye?"

Jiang Chen felt shocked.

Moving from front-stage to back-stage roles doesn't equate to vanishing from the spotlight entirely. He was aware she had no financial worries, yet these offers stood for far more than riches—they embodied prestige, position, and accomplishments.

Countless celebrities and performers amass lifelong fortunes, but they keep fighting on the front lines.

Not only performers.

Business leaders as well.

Even in their seventies or eighties, they refuse to step back.

Is it purely a relentless chase for riches?

At your age, do you honestly lack any ambitions or wants?

"Which of these do you feel matches me?"

Pei Yunxi stayed silent, deferring the choice to him.

Truthfully, Jiang Chen relished this vibe, watching the haughty golden feline start to yield; that's the essence of leadership.

Jiang Chen kept leafing through idly, and amid the stack of papers, he located one.

This offer aligns well with Pei Yunxi's status.

It's for a movie role.

Jiang Chen examined the conditions thoroughly.

Given Pei Yunxi's prominence, typical films wouldn't qualify to approach her, but the compensation in this movie deal was substantial enough to impress even Boss Jiang.

"One point five billion?"

Yes.

Pei Yunxi's salary in this movie agreement hit an astonishing one point five billion!

Many movies lack even that level of overall budget.

Jiang Chen intentionally checked the production team next and saw a lengthy roster of respected studios. Apart from Boss Jiang, projects this grand are typically co-funded, spreading gains and hazards.

Pei Yunxi lifted her hand.

Jiang Chen passed the offer to her.

"This salary could shatter the national record for performer fees, couldn't it?"

During the shoot for [That Blue], the amount he paid Pei Yunxi fell short of this. Naturally, that figure covered only the base pay, not including revenue shares.

Pei Yunxi skimmed the offer casually, and moments later, remarked: "The movie world these days, much like the broader sector, is pretty grim. Do you believe cash flows that freely?"

"Isn't it right there in clear print."

"Are you truly clueless, or faking it?"

"Clueless about what?"

Jiang Chen looked confused.

"Cui Heng went over this movie deal with me before; the stated sum is one point five billion, yet only eight hundred million actually reaches your pocket."

"What's that supposed to signify?"

Jiang Chen remained unclear.

Taxes couldn't possibly take nearly half.

"Money laundering."

Pei Yunxi kept it brief and direct.

That's when enlightenment struck Jiang Chen.

As a film industry participant, he's well aware of certain hidden practices.

For hype, leading talents boast fees exceeding a billion; it's inflated hype in most cases.

Filmmakers leverage lofty sums to purify illicit funds, while stars gain prestige from billion-scale earnings, creating a win-win.

Beyond pay alone, the cinema realm serves as a prime spot for washing money, spanning from casts to equipment to sets... each outlay can funnel tainted cash into legitimacy.

Take a scene requiring a courtyard build: the actual expense might be mere millions, but bills could claim billions, and post-shoot, the structure gets demolished, erasing traces and whitening the funds.

Hence.

Numerous backers make films not for ticket profits.

Certain awful movies inexplicably rake in massive earnings for these very motives.

"Handing over just tens of millions feels stingy, doesn't it?"

While it's a standard under-the-table norm, excess isn't ideal. Jiang Chen teased; securing eight hundred million net is already impressive.

Viewed this way, boasts of a billion or eight hundred million pay might net only four or five hundred million truly.

Pei Yunxi flung the offer back to the coffee table.

"If it's solely for laundering, the choice of actor matters little; they'd launder less at worst, recouping via other means, such as inflating screw shipments. If it doesn't appeal, I'll have Cui Heng assign it to someone else for a shot."

Movie production varies from other partnerships, such as ads.

Premium car makers select Pei Yunxi for her renown, persona, or magnetism.

Yet if it's only erecting a wash scheme, no deep thought is required.

Jin Zhuxuan could easily step in.

Post the Seoul flight incident, Jiang Chen got messages of worry from the Korean beauty idol, her tone laced with fear and tears, brimming with affection for him.

Grabbing the offer once more, Jiang Chen resumed skimming leisurely, and abruptly amid the investor list, he noticed an odd title.

He creased his forehead.

"What's this Nine-headed Bird Film Company?"

Nine-headed Bird.

The title stands out boldly.

"You ought to recognize the owner, Zhong Xiaoye out of Haojiang."

Following the New Year in Myanmar, Pei Yunxi had warmed up to a certain figure.

"Are you acquainted?"

Jiang Chen countered with a query.

"Never crossed paths, but the individual holds notable status in movies, funding plenty of projects lately."

Renown is assured.

Through ties with various top studios.

Still, Jiang Chen hadn't anticipated encountering this with Pei Yunxi.

That's typical, though.

Ignore something, and it stays invisible; focus on it, and it appears ubiquitous.

Similar to a single hair on flooring.

"If you're truly uninterested, I'll accept it."

Jiang Chen tested the waters.

Pei Yunxi gave a casual nod.

Clutching the movie agreement, Jiang Chen rose, hands on knees, causing little more stir, and as he headed for the exit, he added:

"The flu's hitting hard lately; your condition's fragile, so stay careful."

She was just snapped at the clinic—why the big deal?

Everyone gets a sniffle occasionally; how's that tied to wellness?

In return for his concern, Pei Yunxi answered back: "Your well-being looks off too. Spare a moment to visit the clinic for an exam."

Jiang Chen halted briefly.

His condition poor?

A medical visit?

Why bother?