I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2169 - 1388: Asking for Monthly Votes! _2

"I just secured a billion in funding from Jiang. Treating you to a meal is no issue whatsoever."

With those words, Ye Tingxuan strode away, brushing past Yuan Run.

Hold on a second.

Wasn’t that supposed to be a loan?

How come it’s funding now?

Makes sense, I suppose.

Everybody craves a touch of dignity.

A minor exaggeration is harmless.

Once he exited, as expected, Yuan Run trailed behind him.

"You mean it?"

"Why on earth would I deceive you? I’ll summon Jiang here immediately."

Ye Tingxuan aimed to dial someone up to back his claim and inquire if the rooms at this place could be secured with locks. Yet, he learned the individual had departed from Apang Palace at dawn.

"Forget the meal; hand over twenty thousand in cash instead."

Yuan Run played it shrewdly—settling the debt could wait; grabbing some gain upfront was priority.

"A meal worth twenty thousand? You must be joking."

"Doesn’t it come with drinks? Ye Tingxuan, do you even possess the funds? Isn’t twenty thousand peanuts next to a billion?"

Honestly, in Kyoto, selecting a decent eatery, dropping that amount isn’t outlandish.

"Plus, toss in compensation for my mental anguish..."

Prince Ye replied with lazy indifference, "Alright, twenty thousand then."

"Hand over the cash."

Yuan Run stretched out her palm.

These two powerhouses, bickering over a mere twenty thousand—embarrassment seems absent.

"I don’t carry it on me at the moment."

"..."

"You’ll need to accompany me to Heaven and Earth Bank to withdraw it."

Facing the sunlight, the pair’s silhouettes slowly faded at Apang Palace’s doorway.

"Ye Tingxuan, if you trick me once more this time, I swear I’ll..."

"Pursue it relentlessly, huh? Understood, understood."

Great Wall Group.

"They’ve departed. Side by side."

"Any casualties?"

"None."

"Understood."

Jiang Chen set his phone aside.

This affair doesn’t concern him, so no reason to get involved.

If it’s unrelated, why butt in?

Jiang Chen, ever vigilant against premature entanglements, carried zero guilt.

"No cause for concern; Ye Tingxuan can manage his affairs."

Cao Jinse remained in the room.

Jiang Chen paused briefly before inquiring, "What’s the deal between those two?"

"Absolutely nothing."

Cao Jinse responded with composure.

Jiang Chen shook his head quietly, "I sense something peculiar in the air between them."

"Naturally, there’s tension."

Cao Jinse stayed nonchalant, "North Yuan and South Ye—Yuan Bingshan and Ye Tingxuan get dubbed the twin luminaries of their era..."

"Haha."

Jiang Chen couldn’t suppress his chuckle.

"What’s so funny?"

"Nothing at all, go on."

Cao Jinse shot him a look but didn’t press, condensing it neatly, "Yuan Run, being Yuan Bingshan’s little sister, clashes inevitably with Ye Tingxuan like oil repelling water."

Jiang Chen continued shaking his head.

"That’s not my point."

"Then what is?"

"Ever considered, just hypothetically, mind you," Jiang Chen pondered aloud, "if North Yuan and South Ye tied the knot as in-laws..."

"You referring to Yuan Run and Ye Tingxuan?"

Jiang Chen fell quiet.

"Your imagination runs wild; why not play matchmaker for them?"

"I couldn’t possibly."

"You’ve got some nerve thinking that."

Cao Jinse chuckled, "Whenever they cross paths, sparks fly like needles piercing wheat. Showing restraint by not wrecking Apang Palace is already generous. Even as the last duo on the planet, they’d never unite."

"You certain?"

"What’s brewing in that head of yours?"

Ah.

Never mind.

Although Princess Cao boasts sharp wits, exceptional skills, and stunning looks, she remains somewhat green in matters of the heart.

True rivals wouldn’t bother quarreling.

Those two resemble playful adversaries more than outright foes.

This remains Jiang Chen’s personal hunch, no intent to sway opinions, so he shifted gears.

"Ye Tingxuan took a billion loan from me."

Cao Jinse showed no surprise, "Why share that with me?"

Jiang Chen eyed her, "Doesn’t borrowing cash usually call for a witness?"

"His loan from you—how’s that linked to me?"

Hmm.

Sharply on guard and prudent.

Fitting.

Given Princess Cao’s smarts, she’d dodge such a blatant snare.

No matter the clever cover, witnessing or guaranteeing spells trouble to evade.

Default happens, and liability shifts to you.

"Why not seek a loan from you?"

Noting her lack of bite, Jiang Chen pivoted.

"He’s aware you’re loaded."

Cao Jinse replied straightforwardly.

While Great Wall Group handles minor loans for everyday folks, a billion demands banking channels.

"So you went ahead?"

"Had a choice to decline?"

Jiang Chen shot back, then clarified, "He promised a contract and interest payments."

"Then why drag me in as guarantor?"

"Did I request you as guarantor?"

Jiang Chen grinned, "That paranoid? It’s a billion—I doubt he’d stiff me?"

"What’s his reason for borrowing?" Cao Jinse inquired offhand.

"Claimed it’s for launching a venture. He hasn’t discussed it with you?"

"What exact venture?"

"I’m unaware; didn’t pry."

"Lending without details on the project?"

"Contract in place, no need to probe deeply."

True, they’re flush with cash.

"What if he skips out on repayment?"

Cao Jinse jested, "Litigate, blacklist him as unreliable? Curb his lavish habits?"

"Should he bail, I’d need your aid in chasing the funds."

Boss Jiang laid out his strategy coolly, far from impulsive—he’d plotted ahead.

"Assist in debt recovery?"

Cao Jinse blinked in shock, then firmly rejected, "Not a chance; I’m swamped."

"You’d get paid for it."

"Still no."

"We’d split the principal evenly."

"I might entertain that."

Jiang Chen laughed despite himself, shaking his head.

The profit-driven Princess Cao remained steady, adding calmly, "I overheard him talking about constructing a doomsday hotel."

"Doomsday hotel?"

"Themed around post-catastrophe vibes, acquiring abandoned urban structures to transform into exclusive, luxurious retreats rising from wreckage."

Jiang Chen halted, musing on the rising "war-torn" fad across industries.

"Sounds intriguing, solid concept. Done right, it ought to thrive."

"Such faith in him?"

Jiang Chen affirmed with a nod.

"That’s merely one notion of his. He also floated a desert aquifer bank. In Africa, snapping up subterranean water supplies, erecting enormous glass pyramids for freshwater storage, then peddling ’water futures’ to parched nations."

Desert aquifer bank?

Water futures?

Upon hearing this, Boss Jiang, versed in diverse domains, went quiet.

Prince Ye’s foresight proves remarkably visionary. Though it appears outlandish, it echoes global pushes for carbon neutrality, not far off.

Distinct from hauling Antarctic ice melt.

"He’s undeniably creative."

"That’s whimsical fancy. Feasible or not, it’s beyond his reach."

Or anyone’s, really. To realize it demands not funds but immense authority.

Boss Jiang grasps this, yet backs Prince Ye’s vision resolutely.

"Can’t dismiss it outright. Recall Columbus departing Palos Port—he never anticipated finding a fresh world."

Cao Jinse pondered briefly.

"No surprise he approached you for the loan."

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Knocking echoed.

"Enter."

"President Jiang, President Cao, Mr. Fang has arrived."

Jiang Chen creased his forehead, glancing at Cao Jinse.

Cao Jinse directed the secretary, "Invite him inside."

The secretary departed.

"Fang Jun?"

Jiang Chen ventured cautiously.

"The bereavement phase nears its end. He’s set to report to Sichuan and Shu soon. Prior to that, he seeks a word with you."

On this note, Cao Jinse added, "You picked this timing for Kyoto."

True enough.

Princess Cao hadn’t breathed a word about the Fang elder’s passing.

Still, Boss Jiang feels utterly at ease. Merely a chat—and having once jailed that figure, now it’s trivial.

The foe languished in captivity, battling upstream, while he surged forward, advancing leagues daily.

Jiang Chen gazed at the office entrance.

A silhouette had entered.