I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2172 - 1390: A Lesson Learned

Kyoto Airport.

Serving as a major transit point handling over 100,000 passengers each day, it buzzes with constant activity.

A blazing sun blazes overhead.

A person checked the hour, swung open the car door to step out, and at the same time straightened the shades perched on their face.

It's broad daylight, no intention of flaunting like Prince Ye would; simply put, with summer kicking in, the sun's rays grow ever more intense.

Though not exactly striking in looks, modestly speaking, Boss Jiang boasts passable attractiveness, particularly next to the Red Flag Guoya stationed right behind him.

In Kyoto, that vehicle draws more stares than flashy rides such as the Niu Malun.

Still, despite the striking setup, plenty of folks stay uninterested—some just can't concentrate well and wander off mentally, while others focus solely on their own journeys.

“Young Master Song.”

Fresh out of the terminal, Song Chaoge halted and looked back, spotting Jiang Chen approaching at a leisurely pace.

Maybe he'd never caught the fellow in such a “showy” outfit; in his view, the guy resembled less a youth and more a sly operator, prompting a full head-to-toe inspection of Jiang Chen.

“Jiang Chen?”

Out of politeness and to confirm who he was, Jiang Chen removed his sunglasses.

Fresh off an overseas trip, Song Chaoge grinned widely, “Quite the chance meeting—picking up someone here, Jiang Chen?”

“Yes.”

Picking up on a hint, Song Chaoge pressed, “Picking me up, Jiang Chen?”

Jiang Chen gave another nod.

Tracked down to the exact spot, Song Chaoge kept his grin steady, though a subtle glint passed through his gaze.

“With this sweltering heat, no reason for you to rush to the airport personally, Jiang Chen. One call to arrange a meetup would've done it.”

“I got here moments ago myself. I'll drive Young Master Song wherever you're headed.”

Got here moments ago.

Showing he knows Song Chaoge's itinerary inside out.

Song Chaoge acknowledged with a nod, and they headed to the Red Flag Guoli together.

Witnessing that, a dark sedan idling in the lot fired up and drove off.

Song Chaoge usually travels in a Hongqi too, but his model's only halfway the caliber of Princess Cao's latest domestic electric version, nowhere near the Guoli's league.

This round, he figured he'd hitch a ride on Boss Jiang's generosity.

Yet a beast like the Guoli is meant for passengers, not the wheel, but Boss Jiang lacked a chauffeur, almost like having one in name only.

Naturally.

Handling the drive himself.

Makes riders feel a touch more valued.

In that instant, opting for the rear would put Young Master Song ahead of the game; the back's reserved for bosses and big shots, and that's precisely what he planned, but pulling open the rear door revealed an empty driver's seat, so he hesitated, shut it, and moved to the front passenger side.

Observe.

Sophistication transcends social rank.

Or maybe not.

It probably ties in somehow.

Alone with just Boss Jiang, no hijack threat loomed, thus as the engine roared to life and locks clicked shut, Song Chaoge fastened his belt without a fuss.

Truth be told, in a straight matchup, Boss Jiang wouldn't outdo elite like Liu Sangyu, but dealing with regular folks poses no issue.

“Where to, Young Master Song?”

“Anywhere will do.”

Anywhere?

Setting aside lost time, fuel costs money.

But since Song Chaoge put it that way, Jiang Chen held back any probe, gripping the steering and veering off at whim, signals blinking left while he swung right.

“Things abroad have gotten chaotic lately, far from secure; traveling solo without guards is asking for trouble, Young Master Song.”

Capable of patching things up with Fang Jun, so naturally with Song Chaoge too.

Not just the arrival time but even the departure point, all laid bare.

“My looks serve as the ultimate shield. The dangers you're mentioning, Jiang Chen, target Westerners mostly. Never heard of any Shen Zhou individual getting targeted.”

Battle wolf.

Classic battle wolf line.

Films are made-up tales, but Song Chaoge's words stem from real events.

Overseas scenes brim with vibrancy and excess, turning crime hubs into lived nightmares—even Prince Ye gets hooked watching the drama unfold online, with big names now and then dispatched to the afterlife, yet Shen Zhou business leaders and stars abroad seldom face such turmoil.

“Absence so far doesn't guarantee it stays that way. Even if it's their internal conflicts abroad, opportunists can exploit the mess, so prioritize safety on the road—Young Master Song ought to stay vigilant.”

Offered as genuine counsel.

“Fair enough, Jiang Chen, too bad—I'd hoped to lure you to Las Vegas for a thrill sometime.”

“Doubtful anytime soon. I'm tied up at the moment.”

Tied up, or unable to depart?

Jiang Chen stayed composed, adding, “If Young Master Song feels like it, head to Haojiang—it's no slouch next to Las Vegas.”

Always dredging up the sore spots.

He's no stranger there, came back burned after a loss, minus a black glove to boot.

Yet as a well-bred heir, Young Master Song never lacks poise, addressing the sore point with a light smile, responding evenly: “Haojiang's off my list—can't beat you there, Jiang Chen.”

Claim victory honorably.

Accept defeat with dignity.

Or perhaps not.

Looks like he never claimed a win.

“Young Master Song flatters me; my luck at the tables lags way behind yours.”

Jiang Chen speaks frankly without reserve.

When luck falls short, gadgets fill the gap.

How'd he triumph in Las Vegas? Through Vera's hidden aid, no doubt. Song Chaoge might not know it, but he'd seen the man charge into Haojiang and crush him flat.