I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2167 - 1387: Divine Retribution! (2)

Ye Tingxuan wrinkled his visible eyebrows, as though struck by a sudden idea, before shaking his head and declaring, "Never mind, let's drop it. Females tend to be petty. Take my sister, Jinse, for instance."

Jiang Chen felt a mix of amusement and irritation.

Abandoning a person and running off is now considered acceptable?

Moreover, how many women like Cao Jinse actually exist?

Even if it was Cao Jinse herself, facing such a traumatic ordeal during her youth would probably fill her with bitterness, wouldn't it?

"Brother Jiang, mind if I bring up something with you?"

Remarkable indeed.

He flipped the subject without any awkward pause.

"Good news or trouble?"

Jiang Chen cut straight to the point.

"Listen to yourself; do you think I'd come to you for bad news? Haven't you figured out my character by now?"

Jiang Chen stayed unmoved, merely giving a calm nod like it was no big deal.

Ye Tingxuan inched closer, appearing to harbor a secret too delicate to voice easily.

"Could you spot me some cash?"

"..."

Right on cue!

Despite his iron will, Jiang Chen kept his cool. "What's the figure?"

"I've got plans to launch a venture."

"..."

This meant it was a hefty sum.

"Brother Jiang, if you're up for it, you could throw in some investment too."

Jiang Chen saw through the ploy. A loan might come back, but an investment? Forget it.

Thus, he pressed on without digging into the venture details, "How much exactly do you want to borrow?"

The term "borrow."

It bore stressing.

"One billion."

"..."

One billion.

Does that qualify as starting a business?

To regular folks, it's outright wealth independence.

Still, Jiang Chen had anticipated as much. Trivial amounts wouldn't prompt such a request.

That said, scraping together ten billion with the Young Prince's standing shouldn't prove overly difficult.

"Rest easy, Brother Jiang. It's straight-up brotherly dealings, interest matched to Heaven and Earth Bank's rates. We'll formalize a contract and seal it."

Jiang Chen stayed quiet, taking a slow sip of his drink.

"Would ten billion cover it?"

Under formal terms, this shifted from mere favor to outright commerce.

What's a bank's core function?

Essentially, disbursing loans.

Given the Young Prince's backing, default risks were nil—no need for extra safeguards.

"For now, it'll do, though extra wouldn't go amiss."

Jiang Chen gave a nod, "The Young Prince ought to head straight to Heaven and Earth Bank and seek out Director Zhuge Xi; he'll sort everything."

Such were the perks of solid networks.

End of story.

"Quite the open hand."

Ye Tingxuan lifted his glass for a deep swig, then remembered abruptly, "Brother Jiang, word is this Zhuge Xi was recruited by your sister, Jinse?"

"Correct."

Jiang Chen lightly rotated his glass.

"The man's got real chops."

Ye Tingxuan let out a sigh, "Yet for most, they'd hesitate to bring him on board. It takes someone like you, Brother Jiang, with that bold spirit."

"Does the Young Prince have history with him?"

"Naturally."

All at once, Ye Tingxuan dropped his tone, "Not long back, roughly a month prior to old Mr. Fang's demise, an incident unfolded in Kyoto."

"What sort of incident?"

"Foreign spies slipped in, scheming an assassination plot. Among the marks were you, Brother Jiang, and your Heaven and Earth Bank head, Zhuge Xi."

Jiang Chen showed no shock; full-blown conflicts clash with today's society, yet covert schemes persist endlessly.

This plays out worldwide.

It's a game of give and take.

No side points fingers.

The key lies in victors versus the vanquished.

Since the event dated a month past and Jiang Chen had just conferred with Zhuge Xi unscathed, the spies' hit evidently flopped.

At minimum, it fell short in parts.

"I met him not long ago."

Ye Tingxuan grinned, "Obviously. No fears needed; Brother Jiang, the man you saw wasn't a specter. Those outsiders got taken care of."

Ye Tingxuan refilled his cup, "Those foreigners showed real nerve, striking in Kyoto no less. But that Zhuge Xi does carry a dark edge—they probably loathe him deeply."

Why hadn't Cao Jinse tipped him off?

"Were they wiped out completely? Otherwise, expect another round."

Ye Tingxuan affirmed with a nod, "Absolutely. The Wang siblings earned a group first-class commendation for their role."

"Wang siblings?"

The name rang a bell for Jiang Chen.

"Liu Sangyu, Wang Heting—you're acquainted, Brother Jiang. This duo boasts uncanny fortune; they were on duty in Kyoto and stumbled right into the action."

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted as memories of that Pujiang River afternoon resurfaced.

These folks sure keep their composure,

They'd only just come back from Kyoto then.

First-class group honor.

A major accolade for clan records.

And not a peep from them.

Wait a second.

Did Ye Tingxuan say "again"?

"Got a bunch of first-class merits, have they?"

A subtle unease crossed Ye Tingxuan's bold features, mixed with unspoken respect.

He took a quiet pull from his drink.

"The lead daughter of the Sichuan and Shu Wang clan is no joke. Brother Jiang, steer clear if your paths cross."

Jiang Chen held his tongue.

The alert arrived far too tardily.

"Wherever she's sent, chaos and grief follow in her wake. Nearly every soldier knows her reputation, and she's a combat whiz, pounding those King troops like they're kids. Brother Jiang, forget Yuan Bingshan; he tangled with her once and took a real thrashing. Worldwide, maybe only Aunt Lan could rein her in. But Aunt Lan hails from Sichuan and Shu with strong Wang connections—she'd never clash."

Saying only Lan Peizhi could manage might understate it.

Daoist Sister could surely tame the army's top operative.

"I'd pay to watch Fang Jun end up under her thumb, hehe, he'd endure endless torment."

Ye Tingxuan bantered over his booze, chuckling to himself.

Jiang Chen drank in silence, offering no comment.

"Truth be told, if the forces boasted more like Liu Sangyu rather than showboats such as Yuan Bingshan, it'd strengthen Shen Zhou immensely. Those foreigners still try their games, but crossing Huaxia's borders brings brutal payback!"

The liquor hit harder, firing up Ye Tingxuan's fervor as he gulped steadily.

"Secure the home front before chasing foes abroad—these outsiders get it wrong. They bungle their internal messes yet meddle overseas, pure folly. Brother Jiang, caught the latest? A shadowy group surfaced in the West, targeting crooked tycoons and top crooks with hits."

"Heard bits in the news."

Jiang Chen kept steady, "They claim it's grassroots uprisings from the masses, right?"

"Buy that nonsense? Lacking structure or coordination, how do ordinary folks sync so perfectly, nail so many wins? Western press won't face it, lost in denial."

Ye Tingxuan stated firmly, "Some hidden force is pulling the strings, no doubt."

Jiang Chen nursed his wine wordlessly.

"Ha ha."

Ye Tingxuan burst into sudden guffaws, clapping Jiang Chen on the back.

"Whatever the source, a foe's foe is an ally. They dub it 'the just side draws crowds.' The imperialists' reign is fading fast."

"That unseen force isn't you, Young Prince? How come you're so clued in?"

"Hahaha..."

Ye Tingxuan's laughs grew bolder and more victorious.

"Brother Jiang, you're a riot. Relax; I'm just after a loan, not bankrolling 'terror.' My info comes not from me, but straight from Western folk gossip."

"Word of mouth? Huh?"

Ye Tingxuan hushed suddenly, fixing Jiang Chen with a piercing gaze, his words grave and enigmatic, booze-tinged.

"Word is, the group's dubbed 'Heaven’s Retribution.'"

——Heaven's divine judgment."