I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2170 - 1389: Wishful Thinking

Fang Jun has logically been released for some time now, but he still maintains that short-cropped hairstyle which stirs up typical prejudices.

Does he intend to keep his hair like that?

Jiang Chen rose to his feet with a smile.

"Young Master Fang, long time no see."

Although he didn't complete his full term, a year or two has flown by in an instant.

It feels like just a brief spell, yet based on Einstein’s theory of relativity, the time spent inside was surely grueling.

Fang Jun’s expression shows little sign of exhaustion; on the contrary, he looks far more resolute and sturdy, free from that prior uneasy softness.

Jail truly serves as a transformative environment for individuals.

Not even a person like Fang Jun escapes its influence.

"Long time no see."

Fang Jun gave a slight nod.

When rivals cross paths once more, does the animosity intensify?

"Sit down."

Cao Jinse gestured to him, and once Fang Jun took a seat, she continued, "Are you truly certain about this? Entering and then exiting would mark you as a deserter."

She appeared far less concerned than the two gentlemen.

Little wonder Ye Tingxuan harbors such a view.

Beyond Yuan Run, the majority of women worldwide ought to grasp the essence of composure and seeing the larger scheme.

"My records are already on file. Failing to appear would label me a deserter too."

With a smile, Cao Jinse replied, "It appears there's no way out anymore."

Having Cao Jinse melt the tension, Jiang Chen refrained from jumping in. Be it a smiling truce or otherwise, former resentments can't simply vanish as if they never existed.

"Who can predict when I'll return next?"

Cao Jinse let out a sigh.

"I must still finish my remaining prison term."

Even if the duration isn't lengthy, for an individual like Fang Jun, enduring even a year or two—or merely ten days to half a month—represents profound shame and a severe setback.

In essence,

how will he confront the folks in Kyoto henceforth?

Opting to depart for Sichuan and Shu to fulfill his duty might involve some evasion, yet right now, his manner remains composed, even as he openly addresses this lifelong indelible mark.

"The armed forces prove harsher than incarceration."

Cao Jinse smiled, devoid of any mockery.

This remark carries validity.

Fang Jun’s stint in jail merely limited his liberty and offered marginally poorer surroundings; otherwise, it resembled a break. However, joining the military means uniform handling for all, complete with unavoidable toil and exertion.

"Jinse, I've savored plenty of luxuries in life; now it's time to face some trials."

Observing Fang Jun’s serene smile, Cao Jinse hesitated briefly in her words.

To possess such insight.

It would surely ease the soul of the departed Mr. Fang.

"With your decision set, I won't try to sway you. It seems our group will soon boast another strong and honorable figure."

Cao Jinse expressed with satisfaction.

Fang Jun stayed quiet for a moment, then offered a faint smile, "I just hope I won't bring shame upon us."

"Believe in yourself. If Wang Heting managed it, I'm confident you can as well."

"Jinse, once I'm in Sichuan and Shu, he'll rank as my commander's commander's commander."

At this, Jiang Chen couldn't suppress a chuckle.

After all, Wang Heting holds the rank of colonel, while Fang Jun's entry might place him as a fresh enlistee, possibly concealing his background—the difference in status looms large.

"Beginning later holds no issue if the path is correct; catching up remains possible. Stay determined."

This pep talk carried deep significance.

Forget about a full reversal from recklessness; acknowledging the error and stopping promptly counts as advancement.

"Jinse, you're heaping quite the burden on me."

"No pressure means no drive."

Cao Jinse joked, "Even serving merely as an ordinary soldier for a few years would fill me with pride for you."

Such is the mark of commanding presence.

Such is the essence of magnetism.

No surprise that figures like Ye Tingxuan and Yuan Run—those "brilliant eccentrics"—hold her in such high regard and esteem.

It goes beyond mere years of experience.

"At minimum, strive to reach sergeant rank; failing that, you'd disappoint Jinse first and foremost."

"That's the proper mindset; achievement relies on effort, and self-assurance forms the bedrock of triumph."

Fang Jun nodded, as if committing her advice to memory.

"Our next encounter might be ages away—don't you have words for Fang Jun?"

Cao Jinse turned her head slightly.

"I wish Young Master Fang every success and steady advancement."

Cao Jinse grinned.

Fang Jun accepted it with light humor: "I'll accept Mr. Jiang’s kind blessings."

"He maintains ties to the Wang Family; should difficulties arise in Sichuan and Shu..."

Cao Jinse told Fang Jun, her gaze conveying comprehension.

Naturally, it was in jest.

A weakened steed still surpasses a mule.

Though the family pillar, old Mr. Fang, has departed, the Fang household endures, and Fang Jun’s kin and seniors occupy key roles across sectors. It's improbable he'd face newbie harassment, aside from any deliberate identity concealment.

And should bullying occur, it wouldn't escalate to needing external aid.

"I have one improper favor to ask."

Fang Jun turned to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen stayed composed, "Young Master Fang, speak freely."

Fang Jun paused before responding, "Jinse, I'd like a private word with Mr. Jiang."

Cao Jinse stood without hesitation or comment.

"Carry on, you two."

The pair observed her departure.

How perceptive and thoughtful she is.

Though her culinary skills sometimes fall short, Princess Cao certainly shines in social settings.

All dreads stem from contrasts.

Why do average but assured beauties struggle to ascend to upper echelons?

Because elite men have witnessed genuine top-tier females.

Exiting the office and pausing at the entrance, Cao Jinse abruptly realized something and laughed softly to herself.