I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2179: 1393: Luck Sis_2
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Although they were the hosts, it didn't require him to respond to every inquiry. Jiang Chen grabbed his Mojito and stayed quiet.
'I have no other intentions. I simply sense that we... connected right away. That's why I wish to learn more. If you're unwilling to share, it's alright.'
Luck Jie proved sensible; she avoided pressing too much. Maybe visiting spots like this often honed the ability to bridge distances with unfamiliar people.
'Cheers.'
She raised her soda water, instantly easing the tense vibe.
The lady bartender attending to Boss Jiang observed this without astonishment, her fingers skillfully twirling the bottles in a mesmerizing display.
That good-looking fellow, despite lacking fancy watches, branded outfits, or car keys on the counter, and speaking sparingly while just requesting a Mojito, exuded an elusive allure that drew others in strongly.
It came as no shock that Luck Jie showed curiosity toward him.
Everyone knew Luck Jie enjoyed pursuing targets younger than her.
'Would you like to dance?'
Confronted by the proposal, Jiang Chen experienced a swirl of feelings within.
I've never made a living off my appearance, so why is a rich lady drawn to me?
Judging from the reactions of visitors and employees plus her actions, Luck Jie was evidently accomplished and affluent, and accepting could spare him a decade of toil. Yet, was Boss Jiang the type to depend on someone else?
Putting aside tastes, his own values forbade such behavior.
'Apologies, I don't know how to dance.'
He repeated the phrase he'd used with the bartender, which unintentionally delighted her.
'That's fine, I'll show you.'
Luck Jie grinned alluringly, her piercing gaze resembling a lioness fixating on quarry.
'Appreciate it, but dancing doesn't appeal to me.'
Jiang Chen needed to issue a direct rejection.
Luck Jie showed no annoyance, behaving as though it were trivial, 'If it doesn't interest you, forget it. I'll simply converse with you.'
What a tolerant, lavish, and prosperous woman—a real gem.
'Where are you originally from? I travel nationwide often for business, perhaps I'll drop by your area sometime.'
It appeared she wasn't only prosperous but also a professional type.
Of course, appearances can deceive.
Night serves as the finest disguise; daylight could unveil a different side.
'My origins are likely unfamiliar to you, Luck Jie. It's a minor third- or fourth-tier town.'
'Share details.'
Her tone was gentle, contrasting sharply with her build, making it hard to picture her outweighing many males.
'Sha City.'
'Sha City?'
Luck Jie promptly replied, 'I'm familiar with Sha City—home to Jing Chu Culture Square, an ancient millennium-old settlement, and a key military hub historically.'
Jiang Chen grinned, uncertain if pride or sorrow stirred in him. He stroked the glass stem. 'Heroes don't dwell on former triumphs.'
Luck Jie paused briefly in surprise, then beamed with satisfaction.
'Stay encouraged; brief hurdles are insignificant. We should stay optimistic for what's ahead. Keep going~'
It seemed her knowledge of Sha City went beyond courtesy; she truly understood it.
Relating to others is truly an art, and arts reveal true talent. Following her remarks, Boss Jiang couldn't sustain his detachment, smiling and nodding, 'And where does Luck Jie hail from?'
'Me? I'm a wanderer from up north.'
'A wanderer from up north?'
Jiang Chen questioned skeptically, 'Luck Jie handles the Kyoto accent so smoothly.'
'That's from years of wandering~'
Luck Jie remarked offhandedly, 'Even with a company worth billions, much like yourself, I originated from a little town.'
Jiang Chen stood stunned, then glanced at her anew.
Though Kyoto teems with concealed experts and enigmas, it doesn't mean billionaires roam everywhere.
'Doubting me?'
Luck Jie swirled her soda water, 'No reason to fabricate it, and I dislike misleading folks. Qicai Technology, focused on bionics studies—you can look it up online anytime.'
Jiang Chen naturally wouldn't fetch his phone to confirm on the spot; he openly conceded, 'I overlooked your stature.'
Luck Jie laughed, deeming this young man even more entertaining.
'Ultimately, I'm building on the work of forerunners. I moved to Kyoto with my folks as a kid, so I'm like a secondary wanderer. They started the firm; I'm merely enjoying the fruits.'
'Luck Jie, you're downplaying it. Founding an empire is straightforward; guarding it proves tough. For a billion-dollar business to advance steadily without faltering, it highlights Luck Jie's skills.'
Luck Jie displayed real astonishment for a moment, responding openly, 'Didn't anticipate such perception from you.'
Typically, upon hearing her background, others would just harbor envy and resentment, missing that basic yet profound appreciation.
Jiang Chen smiled steadily, keeping his poise and detachment, lifting his Mojito.
If earlier it was just a spark of liking fueled by his features and appeal, now Luck Jie appeared truly captivated by his depth.
'What line of work are you in?'
She'd posed this earlier, but now her interest felt authentic.
'Nowhere near Luck Jie's level, that's for sure.'
That held true.
She was rich heirs' offspring; he was debt collectors' legacy.
Luck Jie grew fascinated but let it slide, 'Fancy working for my firm?'
This level of zeal?
A typical youth might feel overwhelmed.
Yet Luck Jie likely assessed candidates before proposing, aware of his background.
'Not in my expertise.'
'No issue, my organization has various divisions. Choose whatever suits you.'
Maybe lingering in clubs more often has merits.
These gatherings transcend simple meetings; they're opportunities dropping from above.
'Pay is flexible, starting at ten thousand monthly!'
Extravagant.
Utterly extravagant.
Ten thousand per month, sans end-of-year extras, totals a reliable million yearly.
In East Sea, such pay marks high roles in medium-to-large firms.
Who claims females lag behind males?
Observe that daring spirit.
Little surprise the workers and guests hold her in high regard here.
Little wonder her assurance runs so deep.
Jiang Chen appeared stunned by the sudden proposition, his arms propped on the serpentine-patterned marble countertop, gripping the glass stem, perched there wordlessly.
'Twenty thousand!'
Luck Jie earned her fame for a reason; her audacity knew no bounds.
Were she of the opposite sex, countless ladies might succumb to this tactic.
Actually.
Gender makes no difference.
Males struggle to withstand it too.
Twenty thousand monthly, labor a bit, and independence financially arrives swiftly. Even in a billion-dollar outfit, not all spots offer such rewards.
Luck Jie's aim shone clear and direct; yet, considering her position, it stayed classy, leaving certain aspects implied.
Jiang Chen clearly grasped it and didn't waver. With her directness, he couldn't back down as a guy.
'Is Luck Jie aiming to support me?'
'Don't word it that way. Luck Jie senses we share... a bond.'
She hoisted her soda water, toasting toward Jiang Chen, her smile's arc conveying assurance and conviction.
The fellow probably wasn't struggling, given he could visit here, even restricting to a single Mojito. Still, a twenty-thousand salary remains uncommon throughout Shen Zhou.
'Rest easy, Luck Jie won't undervalue you.'
Downing her second soda water, Luck Jie set the glass aside, her look inviting, 'Pardon me briefly.'
She headed to the restroom.
At the same time.
Affording him space to mull it over.
After all,
Males possess dignity, and even consenting, they avoid seeming overly keen.
As Luck Jie passed behind him, Jiang Chen drained the last of his Mojito.
He recognized meeting a skilled pursuer that day.
Only, he hadn't foreseen becoming the target.
Jiang Chen laughed softly, setting the glass down. At first, he aimed to relax awhile, but he rose.
Hmm.
Intending to depart discreetly.
'Handsome, solo drinking lacks excitement—care for companionship?'
What's happening?
Did he misjudge his appeal?
Jiang Chen pivoted.
Amid the flickering illumination, Princess Cao's features shifted from brightness to darkness, slowly approaching.