I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2149: 1377: Only Sorrow That Jiu Zhou Remains Disunited

Jiang Chen's gaze revealed an odd glint. "How did Colonel Wang find out?"

Liu Sangyu turned her eyes away, once more taking in the lively sights of Pujiang.

"Even though Mr. Jiang isn't part of the party, the efforts he's put in would put many party members to shame. After all, party members make up just a small portion of the nation, and building the country demands cooperation from the broader masses. Folks like Mr. Jiang, outside the party, highlight how our country brims with energy and promise."

Hearing these words.

This qualifies as a textbook example of polished rhetoric.

Reaching such eloquence so early in life must stem from not only strong foundations but also a range of impressive skills.

"Colonel Wang, you're flattering me too much. When it comes to the group with the biggest impact, it's undoubtedly the armed forces. Every bit of land bears the mark of bloodshed. Without the troops shouldering their duties and pushing forward, peace and abundance would be impossible."

Jiang Chen spoke these words with full conviction, yet Wang Heting, absorbing them, sensed his features tightening slightly.

Buddy, business compliments are one thing, but do they have to sound so official?

Aren't they coming off a tad corny?

"Why don't we continue this elsewhere."

Liu Sangyu suggested, her view still fixed outward, hinting they move their exchange to another spot.

Jiang Chen stayed put, acting as though the words hadn't reached him.

So what if she's a Major General.

The true rulers of the land are its citizens.

Long live the masses!

Not even a Major General can command him at will.

"Truth is, we just came back from Kyoto."

Wang Heting had no choice but to switch topics, admitting that in the art of trading praises, he couldn't hold a candle to this guy.

Back from Kyoto?

Stopping by East Sea en route from Kyoto to Sichuan and Shu?

Sure enough.

No point dwelling on minor inconsistencies.

Probably just the Colonel's roundabout way of sharing thoughts, bound to be more diplomatic, while the Daoist sister, busy munching her walnuts, remains oblivious.

With her power, she skips needing a cracker, and unlike most who roll two nuts for leverage, she crushes one down to peanut size using only thumb and forefinger.

Given the delicate nature of her job, Jiang Chen wouldn't probe if she stayed quiet, but now that she'd opened up, a light conversation seemed harmless.

"Oh? I've got plans to head to Kyoto myself shortly."

"Is this about Old Master Fang?"

Jiang Chen kept his face steady, though his look toward Wang Heting grew even warmer.

Despite being a fiery type that spirits steer clear of, Wang Heting squirmed a little under that steady stare, shifting in his seat without thinking.

"Should Mr. Jiang intend to visit Old Master Fang, I'm worried you might arrive just a bit too late."

Jiang Chen's brows knit together, yet he held back from questioning.

"Lately, my sister and I were discussing matters in Kyoto, so we seized the opportunity to bid farewell to Old Master Fang one final time."

Lan Peizhi avoids overstatement, and actually, things appear graver than her account suggests.

"One final time?"

Jiang Chen at last voiced his curiosity.

"Hasn't Mr. Jiang heard? Old Master Fang left us this morning."

"…"

"Old Master Fang stood as a revered senior, dedicating his whole existence to the nation and its folk. Right up to his final moments, he remained…"

Wang Heting halted, letting out a faint sigh.

"What words did Old Master Fang leave?"

Jiang Chen inquired evenly.

Wang Heting fell quiet. Moments later, he offered a grin. "Old Master Fang was simply chanting a verse."

"A verse?"

"Yet it's heartbreaking that Jiu Zhou stands divided still."

"…"

Silence settled in.

Gentle rays of sun slipped past the window, scattering varied patterns of brightness and dimness across everyone's features.

"Mr. Jiang, I have a matter to bring up with you."

Wang Heting resumed speaking. As a military man, he couldn't afford to dwell in emotion. The elders' unfinished dreams wouldn't be fixed by mere laments in this place.

"By all means, Colonel Wang."

"The Fang family has resolved to have Fang Jun enlist in the forces. It aligns with one of Old Master Fang's final desires."

Enlist in the forces?

Fang Jun had only just been freed thanks to a reduced term. A guy with a record, even for financial offenses, typically wouldn't qualify under recruitment guidelines, would he?

Absolutely.

If a person truly wishes to contribute to the homeland, offering a shot seems fair.

"This doesn't seem connected to me at all; no reason for Colonel Wang to loop me in."

Wang Heting answered with subtle depth. "If Mr. Jiang sees no link to himself, then so be it. Fang Jun will enlist and serve under our command soon."

Jiang Chen felt taken aback.

Sichuan and Shu lie southward, while Fang Jun hails purely from Kyoto. Even enlisting, he'd logically choose a northern post.

But realization dawned quickly.

Old Master Fang's departure struck the family hard, hitting Fang Jun especially amid his life's pivotal shift. His service wouldn't involve any coddling.

"Within the ranks, all are equal. Fang Jun gets no privileges in our outfit."

Jiang Chen abruptly thought that perhaps he'd pulled off something major, potentially steering Fang Jun onto a fresh path.

"He'll need to honor the mourning period first. Should Mr. Jiang travel to Kyoto, you could still catch him there."

Wang Heting noted, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not about to stir up issues. Young Master Fang likely wouldn't want me around."

Jiang Chen declined with a shake of his head.

"You can't be so sure."

Wang Heting dropped it there and shifted gears. "Sis, ready to head out?"

"Yeah."

Liu Sangyu rose to her feet.

Wang Heting stood as well, blocking Jiang Chen gently. "No need to walk us, Mr. Jiang. See you next time."

Jiang Chen rose anyway.

"Travel safely, both of you."

Wang Heting nodded smilingly, then eyed Tanki Liuli, who had stood too. Ignoring any hit to his cool factor in Jiang Chen's view, he added, "Duanmu, who can say when we'll cross paths again—care for a quick embrace?"

Tanki Liuli merely regarded him in silence.

Wang Heting exhaled, let it go without pushing, and departed, his usual bold and easygoing self.

Or maybe that's just how folks like them are wired.

Gazing at the siblings' retreating figures, Jiang Chen murmured: "Guys and gals shouldn't just grab each other casually; skipping the hug is wise, but a kind word wouldn't hurt."

It's genuinely heartwarming.

If Wang Shangxian caught wind of this, he might hang back and demand a duel right there.

"Guess I'll shoot him a text then."

Jiang Chen boldly glanced over without shame, catching sight of Tanki Liuli pulling out her phone to tap out exactly two characters before hitting send.

"Farewell."

Jiang Chen let out a soft laugh.

Well then.

Quite courteous indeed.

In the downward-bound viewing elevator.

Eyes on the phone message, Wang Heting felt a mix of frustration and contentment.

Greed isn't wise.

Two words count as a win.

"How's that not humiliating."

Sisters worldwide share that trait, zero regard for their brother's pride; Liu Sangyu neatly twisted the knife with brevity.

"Humiliating how."

Wang Heting pocketed his device, composing himself once more.

"You're not on her level."

"Sis, it's rare for your brother to fancy someone; must you keep knocking me down?"

The pair of siblings proved entertaining; in talk, they faced forward without a sideways look, radiating indifference to the world. The dropping views mirrored in their gazes.

"Quick hurt beats drawn-out agony."

Liu Sangyu shot back. No idol pretense for her, no facade required; this uncommon female Major General stayed true to form throughout—even solo with her brother, unaltered. She either zipped her lips or cut straight through.

"If sis won't tie the knot, I'm set on doing so. Else, our line ends here."

The Major General, who could coast on looks alone, displayed no irritation. Clearly, family spats on this weren't fresh territory.

"I've never claimed I wouldn't."

"So why hold off on finding a match? You've skipped crushes entirely, and suitors steer clear. Sis, not to curse us, but I sense…"

Wang Heting trailed off unfinished. Rank aside, they mirrored everyday brother-sister vibes—endless ribbing and jabs.

"You figure you can claim her heart? Ten like you couldn't touch her."

"Sis, love isn't a brawl or battlefield. Who tops whom? Why chase someone lesser, scared of getting roughed up at home?"

On persuasiveness, sister Liu Sangyu clearly lagged a touch. Wang Heting pressed on unchecked. "Ten of me couldn't take her, so what about ten of you? Sis, owning up to gaps isn't defeat; facing them helps bridge and match, take Jiang Chen for instance. Are you blocking me from Duanmu out of fear that pairing up means I slip your control?"

Liu Sangyu at last spared him a look.

"Why would I meddle?"

Final blow.

Wang Heting's chest constricted.

"Ding."

The doors parted.

Liu Sangyu stepped through.