I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2174 - 1391: Diary of a Madman

"Let's move, a camera's watching us from up ahead."

Not even twenty meters in front, a camera turned quietly, pointing right this way.

Parking illegally in Kyoto carries heavy fines.

Jiang Chen fired up the Red Flag Guoya again.

Inside the car, a completely sealed and personal area, guys and gals often indulged in their favorite activities.

The same held true for a pair of guys.

Compared to the boozy party at the Apang Palace, the recent exchange felt like a genuine soul-to-soul chat.

"I’ll take your kindness, Jiang. Moon City is mine now."

Song Chaoge spoke evenly, no excitement showing, as though he hadn’t just grabbed an online betting kingdom pulling in trillions yearly, but some worthless plaything.

This really showed his blend of words and deeds.

Just like he’d said before.

Many of his actions weren’t purely for riches, or at least not solely for them.

"Will Young Master Song pull out of the mainland scene?"

With the deal sealed, Jiang Chen now had fresh worries. He wouldn’t have probed earlier, but things had shifted.

"Naturally."

Song Chaoge replied directly, "Why else would Jiang offer me this gesture?"

It was clear he grasped Jiang Chen’s mind perfectly.

"Doesn’t Young Master Song want to keep up the ’survival of the fittest’ approach?"

Jiang Chen nailed it in a nutshell.

"Gambling’s a separate beast."

Song Chaoge kept it short at first, then expanded: "Sucking money from the broke harms more than helps. The world’s riches, ninety-nine percent, sit with just one percent of folks. Taking down a bunch of skinny apes can’t match gutting a single plump hog. Regular people sweat lifetimes for a home deed, yet others lug around deeds heavy as lead weights."

As a rival, or at least a temporary one, Jiang Chen abruptly saw he’d never really gotten the guy.

This scion from a top clan embodied a massive paradox, like smashing two magnet ends together by force.

Split in deeds, but united in essence.

"Going forward, I’ll count on Jiang to watch over Moon City."

Song Chaoge changed the subject; sure enough, today’s talk had gone far enough, though who knew what that cocky Nine-headed Bird, Moon City’s maker, would feel hearing it.

His hard-won realm treated like someone else’s turf so casually.

"No need to mention it."

Jiang Chen answered plainly.

These days, his web of influence ran deep and mysterious.

Song Chaoge grinned, "So, let’s team up and raid the wallets of outsiders."

The alliance formed in mere sentences, completely overlooking Moon City’s actual boss.

As expected.

Be it today’s boastful Haojiang hall overlord or an old lackey of Yu Guangrong, to the duo in the vehicle, they were one and the same.

"I’ve got a minor request too, wondering if Young Master Song..."

Before Jiang Chen wrapped up, Song Chaoge jumped in fast, seeming keen, "Speak away, Jiang. I hate being in debt."

Jiang Chen laid it out straight.

"I want to request a person from Young Master Song."

Song Chaoge kept a straight face, "Which one?"

"Hu Die."

Silence hit the car, broken soon by chuckles.

"Jiang, that ask catches me off guard. Isn’t Hu Die tied to Fang Jun?"

"Is she really?" Jiang Chen shot back briefly.

Song Chaoge chuckled and settled, "So why didn’t Fang Jun approach me directly?"

"Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to face Young Master Song."

"Jiang, you’re hinting again. Truth is, I’m the one who can’t face him."

After that, Song Chaoge waited a beat, then added, "Humans aren’t things to trade; my say-so means nothing, it’s up to her choice."

True enough.

Against Fang Jun, Song Chaoge fit the hero mold better.

For the convictions and dreams in his heart, come hell or high water, he’d charge ahead, untouched by any obstacle.

"Thanks, Young Master Song."

Jiang Chen showed his thanks.

But wait, had he consented?

"Pull over here, I’ll step out."

Jiang Chen halted once more inside the second ring.

"Until next time."

Song Chaoge shut the door and strode forward solo, soon merging into the bustling street and throng.

Jiang Chen pressed on, couldn’t stop mulling over their prior exchange in his head. Distraction while driving spells trouble, but fortune spared him this time. When the Red Flag Guoya braked next, Jiang Chen peered outside.

The old sign said Cao Residence.

An odd urge led him to the Cao Family’s entrance.

Lingering in the vehicle briefly, Jiang Chen figured since he’d arrived, why not make use of it, and exited.

The gate stood half-open.

Jiang Chen skipped knocking. He nudged it wider and entered.

He’d visited the Cao Residence several times, knew it well enough, including the paths.

Even in summer, the Cao Residence felt chillier, the air several degrees cooler than beyond its walls. Crossing the front courtyard, Jiang Chen spotted Cao Xiugo beneath the ancient locust tree, lost in a book.

In this era, few folks dove so deeply into reading, particularly under such heat.

Serenity breeds its own chill, right?

That’s the mark of a real educator.

"Teacher Cao."

The unexpected guest shattered the courtyard’s peace. Cao Xiugo looked over, and seeing Jiang Chen draw near, a flicker of astonishment crossed his features, followed by a grin, "Visiting Jin Se? She hasn’t finished work yet."

"No, I came for Teacher Cao."

Cao Xiugo seemed mildly surprised.

Saturday meant time off for college profs, but for a powerhouse like Cao Jinse, rest might not apply.

Afternoon rays stretched over the azure tiles, casting shade. Cao Xiugo tucked away his volume, Lu Xun’s "Diary of a Madman".