I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2192 - 1401: The Lens

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Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Jiang Chen gently probed Hu Die about her separation from Fang Jun, noting his sincere hopes for her happiness, before she silently departed. Over lunch, he and Youmao discussed the complexities of her emotions toward Song Chaoge, pondering if resentment stemmed from unrequited affection. Returning to the office, Youmao confessed to Cao Jinse about the meal and Hu Die's distress, including her assault on an out-of-towner at the Kyoto Hotel. Elsewhere, Zhong Tingwang persistently called the aggrieved Young Mr. Gong after the incident, only to face rejection and eventual blocking.

"Hoo."

Inside the Kyoto Hotel.

Zhong Xiaoye lingered near the window, sunlight draping contrasts over his features, illuminating one side while shadowing the other.

The cigar clutched in his fingers smoldered at a steady pace.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

The doorbell chimed repeatedly.

A bodyguard within the room swung the door open, allowing Little Brother Xiao to enter, his recovery incomplete, steps hesitant and slow.

"Big brother."

Approaching from behind Zhong Xiaoye, he lowered his head in a profound bow, displaying a posture ready to accept punishment.

"How’s your condition?"

"I’m okay, but I’ve shamed you, big brother."

Little Brother Xiao kept his gaze downcast.

Zhong Xiaoye turned toward Chang’an Street, puffing on his cigar in unhurried fashion.

"It’s not on you."

As the leader, he needed to separate fault from innocence, handing out rewards and penalties justly; blaming a follower for mishaps wasn’t fair, or who would remain loyal?

Did Little Brother Xiao mess up?

At worst, he’d shoved first, which came off as rude.

Or maybe.

His skills fell short, taken out in a single strike?

That wasn’t the way to tally it.

A person’s worth shows against their foe.

Facing an average joe, a loss brings disgrace, yet falling to a legend like Boxing King Tyson turns defeat into honor.

"Big brother, I..."

Overcome by remorse, Little Brother Xiao dropped to his knees abruptly, partly from thanks, partly for effect.

The boss saw all, a mark of deep insight, so a follower had to demonstrate loyalty.

Zhong Xiaoye kept puffing away, aware of the kneel but not urging him up right away.

"Do you know that woman’s identity?"

"I know!"

Little Brother Xiao, bedridden for a full day, clenched his jaw, "Hu Die!"

Despite the agony then, those words seared into his memory, impossible to erase.

"I mean her origins."

"..."

Little Brother Xiao’s expression contorted, a flush of shame rising, the picture of frustrated fury.

The name stuck forever.

But knowing a name meant nothing!

He stayed knelt in silence.

"I’ve uncovered that woman’s history."

Hearing this, Little Brother Xiao jerked his head up, "Big brother!"

Zhong Xiaoye’s face remained neutral, drawing on his cigar, eyes fixed on the grand yet serene Shen Zhou First Street.

"Turns out, by chance, she’s under Fang Jun’s employ."

How true to life.

Denied a chat, he named her outright.

"Fang Family?"

Little Brother Xiao showed shock, then understanding dawned, his fierce side unbroken, "No wonder!"

Zhong Xiaoye blew out smoke with commanding presence.

Truly fitting the Haojiang Hall leader, even cornered, he swiftly dug up enemy details through clever means, though resources fell short.

As the proverb states.

Strong women often have more than one man backing them.

Yet one couldn’t fault Zhong Xiaoye too much, since this wasn’t home ground, and Hu Die operated in secrecy, learning this was no small feat.

"What’s your take on handling it?"

Leading a wronged underling, seeking their view was proper, but Little Brother Xiao wouldn’t blurt out rash ideas now.

He yearned to shred that wretch and torment her before death! Still, the Fang Family loomed like a peak.

Fang’s patriarch was gone, but the family endured as a premier clan, beyond the reach of the unfit.

"Big brother, it was really just a mix-up, better to drop it."

The leader honors the follower, who in turn should support the leader.

Little Brother Xiao read the room, opting to swallow the insult for the greater good, stepping up to provide an ideal escape, yet Zhong Xiaoye appeared unwilling to take the easy path.

Striking the hound strikes its master.

Nothing deep there.

Beating Little Brother Xiao slapped Zhong Xiaoye’s dignity.

Add in Fang Jun’s earlier dismissal, blending fresh slights with past ones, and Zhong Xiaoye lifted his hand, the cigar flaring brighter.

Each costing nearly a hundred bucks, it wasn’t cash burning, but pride.

"You think we should drop it?"

At those words, the kneeling Little Brother Xiao paused in surprise, staring at his leader’s back in disbelief, then thrill sparked in his gaze.

As a trusted ally, he grasped the implication instantly, eager for payback to cleanse the humiliation, yet

—great achievements demand overlooking trifles.

"Big brother, I’m recovering fine, stirring trouble with the Fang Family over this trivial issue... isn’t wise."

See that.

Rising as a top confidant happens for cause, note his smooth words, placing Zhong Xiaoye above pettiness in defending a loyal man.

Truth be told, he needn’t elaborate.

Clashing directly with a powerhouse like the Fang Family for one underling clearly lacks merit, but was Zhong Xiaoye acting for him?

Fang Jun’s contempt.

Open assault on his man.

Blocked calls too.

All fueling an inner blaze.

At life’s peak, success soaring.

No matter how calculating, smooth sailing lowers patience for bumps; that’s just human.

Seeing yourself as a mutt lets others do so, but seated at the feast, if treated like one still, that won’t stand.

Naturally.

Whether you’ve truly joined the table or not, no point dwelling.

This world holds no truths, just views.

Forget your opinion, mine counts.