I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2148: 1377: But Sadly, Jiu Zhou Remains Disunited

That's right.

Why bother with conflict if we could just gather around, sip some tea, talk things over, and enjoy a handful of pistachios? Wouldn't that be far more enjoyable?

No reason to switch locations. Dressed in fresh outfits and feeling renewed, the quartet settled calmly beside the sparkling, transparent glass wall.

Everyone present carries themselves with elegance.

And as it's merely a friendly spar, it surely won't strain our bonds.

“Colonel Wang, how long do you plan to remain in the East Sea?”

Jiang Chen, fresh from his defeat, asked casually, showing no arrogance in triumph or resentment in loss.

“I'll be departing soon.”

“Leaving so quickly?”

As the gracious host, Jiang Chen suggested, “Why not join us for a meal?”

Wang Heting gave a smile, “It's not up to me.”

Jiang Chen got the message.

“Tomorrow is another day.”

Wang Heting added.

Jiang Chen nodded, “When you next come to the East Sea, Colonel Wang, please inform me ahead of time—oh, and Miss Liu as well.”

Wearing a light gray-green double-breasted herringbone suit paired with a V-neck white cotton t-shirt, the tan mark at her collar stood out plainly. Her sleeves were rolled up relaxedly. Simply lounging in her laid-back clothes, much like Wang Heting, this Major General radiated an impressive aura.

No surprise they're related.

Charisma truly exists—certain individuals reveal their excellence with just one look.

To Jiang Chen's courteous invitation, Liu Sangyu, openly displaying her tanned skin, offered no reply, silently observing the Pujiang River gliding past the glass exterior.

Precisely.

For a soldier, what does skin color matter? She doesn't depend on her appearance anyway, though she certainly could, given her breathtaking features that could make pulses race.

Unfortunately, Comrade Jiang Chen lacks military experience and hasn't lived a soldier's routine. Still, without question, she'd shine as a top beauty among the ranks.

No.

That's an inaccurate description.

It's far too superficial.

In fact, it disrespects her.

“Should I call Miss Lan over as well?”

With her ignoring him, Jiang Chen let it drop and returned to chatting more comfortably with Wang Heting.

“I'm heading out shortly; no need to trouble Miss Lan,”

Wang Heting refused, repeating, “My sister and I came to the East Sea primarily to see Tanki Liuli.”

Though Daoist Sister leads a straightforward life with a social network tiny enough to approach zero mathematically, remember, quantity isn't key; it's the caliber of connections. How many socialites could dial once and summon a Major General and a Colonel?

And Daoist Sister didn't even make the call; they lingered because of her.

“When we first assigned Tanki here, I fretted she might struggle to adjust. Yet now, watching her, she blends in perfectly.”

Exuding a remarkable vibe, Wang Heting gazed at Tanki Liuli shelling nuts, his keen and resolute eyes turning gentle.

Jiang Chen noticed but acted unaware.

During their initial meeting on the streets of Jingguan City, he'd sensed this young colonel harbored “special affections” for Tanki Liuli.

Back then, he hadn't encountered Tanki Liuli and was oblivious to such a hidden expert, yet he wondered what sort of woman could captivate someone so respected.

Now it's obvious. Or more accurately, from the moment he scaled the mountain to greet Tanki Liuli, he grasped it right away.

After Wang Heting shared his sentiments, Jiang Chen wisely held a short pause, taking a sip of the energy drink supplied by the facility.

Hmm.

Daoist Sister wasn't there for a secret rendezvous with Huang Mao, but Huang Mao—close enough, really.

“Colonel Wang, don't worry about Liuli. I'll look after her as you handle weightier duties,”

I'll look after her.

Not many possess the assurance to utter such words.

Once he said it, even Liu Sangyu, who had been taking in the view, turned her eyes toward Jiang Chen.

Had he overlooked the elegant conclusion of the spar?

Seeing Jiang Chen's sincere expression, Wang Heting's lips curved faintly before he grinned.

“Mr. Jiang, your responsibilities are obviously no lighter than mine—probably greater. A touch of modesty is good, but too much comes off as false.”

“My concerns truly can't be compared. Be it a President or a custodian, everyone serves the public.”

Wang Heting paused in surprise, uncertain if the words were earnest or in jest.

“Do you realize what you're implying?”

Surprisingly.

It was the typically quiet Liu Sangyu who interjected.

Jiang Chen turned to her.

With Cao Jinse, bantering on such matters was fine, but how did that connect to this discussion?

Were they on such familiar terms?

Common people can chat freely, but the higher one's status, the more guarded their speech must be, since elevated positions make every utterance echo louder in the wind.

History overflows with stark examples of downfall from mere words.

Though her voice held a hint of scolding, it served as a caution.

Owning up to the slip now and avoiding such parallels would end it there. But Jiang Chen's ingrained traits emerged, and he replied steadily, “Miss Liu, not only in the East Sea, but even in Kyoto, I'd speak the same way. Plus, unlike you, Miss Liu, I'm a merchant, and not a party member at that.”

Liu Sangyu stayed quiet, as Wang Heting's chuckles rang out, lively beneath the sunlight bouncing off the glass.

“For real, Mr. Jiang, you're not a party member?”

Jiang Chen shook his head.

Wang Heting grinned widely, “That's genuinely regrettable. Mr. Jiang isn't skipping the yearly party dues, right?”