I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2173 - 1390: Enlightened
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Naturally.
That's all history now.
Yet, as a seasoned gambler, one truth forever sticks in the thoughts.
——In any casino, avoid sharing a table with the house owner.
Victory isn't impossible.
However, success or defeat shifts from your cards to the whims of those in charge.
No true gambler enjoys that sensation; triumphs taste hollow.
"Gambling remains merely a hobby. Such pursuits ignore skills or outcomes."
Jiang Chen agreed with a nod, halting the vehicle at the crosswalk.
"Would Young Master Song consider transforming this hobby into a venture?"
"You mean that Moon City from our previous chat, Jiang?"
"Exactly. Moon City's mastermind is Zhong Xiaoye, known as Nine-headed Bird; he once served under Yu Guangrong. After Yu's downfall, Zhong seized his assets and eclipsed him, building Moon City into the globe's premier online gambling powerhouse."
Jiang Chen offered a quick overview, then, with the crowd cleared, eased off the brake.
"He's clever, excessively so."
Song Chaoge nailed the assessment with precision.
"Is that your point, Jiang?"
Business talks don't demand fancy venues for leisurely tea.
"Does Young Master Song eye Moon City?"
Song Chaoge grinned, "That's a goldmine, Jiang; why hand it off?"
"The world's riches are boundless to chase."
Jiang Chen summed it up neatly; their exchange stayed sharp and to the point.
Felling another's tree demands labor, especially if it sprawls across borders and shades someone's light.
Boasting as the planet's biggest online betting site, picture the tangled net of stakes supporting it, ensnaring countless souls.
Yet, no free meals exist; they've nurtured this lush tree, so merely grabbing a shovel won't come without cost.
"True, fortunes never run dry, but you spotted this goldmine, Jiang—how could I hoard it alone?"
Jiang Chen cut straight: "If Young Master Song agrees, let's partner ahead. Plenty worldwide share your passion for gambling."
Song Chaoge shared a knowing smile.
Moon City? He'd surely heard, or investigated post their last talk with Jiang Chen.
Avarice, drive, cravings—these fuel humanity.
Grasping limits proves essential.
Across Shen Zhou's millennia-spanning legacy, uprisings demand righteous banners; with billions in global markets, why fixate on the homeland?
It isn't grabbing from peers.
It's inviting ruin.
"Jiang, you're lucky to be Shen Zhou stock."
Song Chaoge exhaled unexpectedly.
Beyond this instance, Boss Jiang's methods stay consistent, viewing outsiders as plump targets.
"Prefer them over kin. Cheating your own brings shame."
Boss Jiang's words echo profound Daoist wisdom.
Simultaneously.
It shattered the final veil.
Song Chaoge hadn't anticipated such bluntness, pausing briefly, this elite youth fixated on local scenes, then chuckled softly: "Teasing me, Jiang?"
All cards on the table.
Before Jiang Chen replied, the voice persisted nearby: "Jiang, accept that positions rule this world, not morals?"
Jiang Chen paused, then affirmed with a nod.
"I do."
"Jiang, grasp why Myanmar's dark trades thrive unchecked? Why Fang Jun escaped harsh justice without long chains? Why I've stayed untouched?"
Questions escalated in weight.
Du Enqin, Peace Hotel's hidden boss, was common knowledge, Fang Jun's Myanmar ops long exposed. But was Fang truly the pinnacle?
If dug deep.
Fang would rot in jail, while the adjacent Young Master Song, denying ties, might not dodge fully.
"Because Young Master Song and Young Master Fang hold rank."
Jiang Chen's honest reply sparked Song Chaoge's hearty laugh.
With the mood thus, hiding more served no purpose.
"Spot on, Jiang, though incomplete. Many boast rank, yet many crash hard."
Jiang Chen conceded, coolly adding, "Enlighten me."
"Recall Apang Palace, where we touched on this."
Jiang Chen nodded.
Memory held firm.
The "Blaming the Victim" concept from then haunted him, its impact deep.
Were Myanmar's "duped" victims truly blameless?
"Now, Jiang, see Myanmar exceeds mere scams."
One like Song Chaoge wouldn't rehash; eyes forward, he spoke measuredly: "Existence justifies itself. Jiang, pondered why Myanmar's shadows endure?"
Jiang Chen stayed mute.
"No one's broached it? Even Jin Se?"
Jiang Chen held quiet.
Song Chaoge shifted eyes, smirked: "No surprise. From Jin Se's view, I'd skip it too."
"Jiang, your lady now is your school junior, correct?"
Even Jiang Chen struggled with the topic leap.
How to Li Shuru?
"In college days, your girlfriend's dad died sadly, heart failure if memory serves. Jiang, a matching heart back then—could it have saved him?"
"What's your angle, Young Master Song?"
Jiang Chen murmured low.
"Your ethics spared others' vital shares, but root cause: heart scarcity."
Song Chaoge halted; he knew Jiang Chen's history, unaware: not ethics, but then, Boss Jiang lacked means, vision limited. Today...
One heart means cutting lines steals another's lifeline.
Precisely.
No morals here, just stances.
"Ever wondered, Jiang, origins of those rare organs?"
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed faintly.
Simple query, yet terrifying in simplicity!
"Few consent to donation; against waiting patients, it's negligible. Commoners accept fate, but for Shen Zhou's gainers—like elite scientists, key experts, business drivers, or... leaders above? When bedridden, queuing feasible?"
The Red Flag Guoya veered curbside, parking abruptly.
Song Chaoge stayed composed.
Silence gripped the car briefly.
"Not wishing kin harm, but foreign parts, fluids won't align with ours."
"Jiang, certain deeds demand doers."
Scarred by watching Li Shuru's father fade, Jiang Chen pondered long.
From naive youth to now, growth vast, yet this revealed a chasm to peak-born like him.
Ah.
Song Chaoge and Fang Jun's deeds, condemned by masses, pale trivial to Cao Jinse, Ye Tingxuan, Yang Qinghua, or Kyoto's elite.
Shared secret.
A bond beyond lower tiers' grasp.
"Thus, Jiang, Myanmar's Allied Army must halt wisely. Benefits you and all."
Jiang Chen's lips quirked toward mirth, yielding none.
"Point taken."