I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2193 - 1401: Camera_2

The bodyguard handed over an ashtray.

Zhong Xiaoye put out the cigar.

'Stand up.'

The young man paused dramatically for a moment before rising slowly, steadying himself with his hands on his knees.

'Are you really scared of the Fang Family?'

At those words, the young man, who hadn't fully straightened yet, nearly dropped to his knees once more.

Scared?

Absolutely terrified.

If she were just any ordinary girl, he'd have no qualms about trying something.

But the truth? Sometimes it's smarter to keep it bottled up, lest you end up pumping up the enemy's spirits while crushing your own.

'Take a look.'

There was a purpose in getting him on his feet, and the young man followed the big brother's command, gazing out the window.

'Right now, a bunch of folks are holding a conference in that hall nearby. The Fang Family's probably in attendance, along with the Fourth Miss. So why aren't we joining them?'

The young man's pulse quickened wildly, and he stayed silent, not daring to utter a word.

'It's because we're just ordinary people. Born into humble backgrounds. That's the harsh reality.'

Zhong Xiaoye spoke evenly: 'No matter how diligently we toil, no matter the heights we reach, no matter our contributions to the economy's growth, those inside will never see us as equals. In their view, we're like ancient slaves, branded on our foreheads with marks that no amount of scrubbing can erase.'

The young man's fists tightened involuntarily, his gaze flickering with a spark of rebellion.

'Why should they hold that power?'

'Exactly, why indeed.'

Zhong Xiaoye agreed with a nod, 'Why do they get all the privileges handed to them? Why are they elevated from birth? Why can they stomp on everyone's self-respect without consequence?'

If anyone taped this speech and shared it online, Zhong Xiaoye could easily turn into a netizen idol overnight.

That's the peril of cherry-picking quotes.

Unlike the online crowd prone to knee-jerk reactions and herd mentality, the young man cooled off quickly after that initial surge, beginning to weigh what the big brother truly had in mind.

Though he figured the risks far outweighed any gains, it was clear the big brother was dead set on it. With the big brother hell-bent on delivering 'justice' for him, the wronged party, what grounds did he have to object?

No point in debating anymore!

'Just tell me what to do, big brother.'

The young man's eyes darkened with malice, his features twisting into a menacing scowl, 'Whatever the command, I'll carry it out!'

'Fang Jun's already taken off, heading to Sichuan and Shu.'

The intel they'd gathered was impressively detailed.

Little wonder the earlier clash was so intense; it wasn't mere rashness at play.

With Fang Jun out of the picture, the Fang Family likely wouldn't bat an eye over some nobody of a woman.

Seething with vengeful fury, the young man stood poised, awaiting his instructions.

'Track down that woman and give her a proper thrashing.'

'Got it!'

The young man spun on his heel and marched out with purpose, his steps suddenly lighter and surer.

The bodyguard swung the door open.

Driven by unyielding thirst for payback, the young man strode forth.

Zhong Xiaoye kept his eyes fixed ahead, back to the room, radiating an aura of deep wisdom and steady authority.

Dukes or generals—do they inherit those ranks from the cradle?

And the offspring of the lowly? Are they doomed to clash against these arrogant so-called elites?

Those feudal days are gone. In this modern age, it's money that rules, dollars that command!

Less than a kilometer away in a straight line from the Kyoto Hotel.

The conference Zhong Xiaoye mentioned had wrapped up just moments ago.

Reporters in wait picked their interviewees at random.

Truth be told, Zhong Xiaoye's words were a tad off—not every attendee was elite-born. Stepping out from the grand hall onto the lofty stairs, Boss Jiang appeared among them.

Much like Zhong Xiaoye, Boss Jiang rose from everyday roots, utterly detached from any aristocratic lineage. Dig back eighteen generations, and you'd probably find no imperial Jiang in the annals of five millennia.

That said.

For Boss Jiang, this marked his inaugural high-profile outing, where he'd sat as a spectator, clapping dutifully at the end. Lacking insider ties, just showing up counted as a win.

Princess Cao was present too, though amid the throng, they weren't side by side. Coming down the stairs solo, Boss Jiang had no plans to hang around, especially with all that press milling about. Better not risk a stray snapshot.

No need to be a fixture every day.

'Miss He, is this your debut at a capital conference? Care to share your honest impressions with our viewers?'

As a cross-strait delegate, the He Family's Fourth Miss, on her maiden voyage to such an event, naturally drew the press like moths to a flame.

Cameras seized her striking features against the majestic hall backdrop, rendering her the undeniable highlight of the plaza.

One key point.

These lenses came sans any beautifying effects.

Real stunners never rely on digital tricks.

Though it was her first rodeo too, He Yihui had long immersed herself in the family's influential circles, shedding her old free-spirited ways as the Fourth Miss.

Under the glare of national media, she held her poise with effortless grace, exuding refined elegance, her responses flowing smoothly and revealing the epitome of a noble heiress's charm and sophistication.

Evidently, the He Family boasted not just the poised Second Miss He Junru, but also this younger, equally stunning and sharp Fourth Miss.

'Thank you, Miss He, for your kind words about the mainland and our Kyoto. Speaking for Haojiang's delegation, could you elaborate on any major strides Haojiang has made lately in aligning with the national development blueprint?'

'Haojiang's path has forever intertwined with the motherland's. Drawing on the support, platform, and foundation from the motherland, over the last eight months, Macau's cross-border RMB settlements with the mainland surged 47% from the previous year, while more than 6,000 Haojiang-based firms registered in the deep integration zone. Notably, in traditional Chinese medicine and wellness, the Haojiang Drug Regulatory Authority secured mutual approval for the initial nine varieties of Chinese herbs with the mainland, propelling 'Made in Haojiang' products straight into Gulf pharmacies.'

There's a world of difference between a genuine heiress and some spoiled rich kid.

The journalist pressed on: 'We've observed that Haojiang's non-gaming sector now accounts for 22.3% of revenue, up from 6.1% two years back. What fuels this surge in diversified economic growth?'

Without notes or preparation, He Yihui handled it all with unflappable confidence, her vast expertise briefly eclipsing her radiant looks.

'We owe this to the motherland's designation of a tech innovation corridor. Haojiang's four national-level labs have partnered with mainland institutions on 32 joint initiatives. In space tech, the inaugural satellite, crafted alongside mainland collaborators, launched triumphantly late last year. In finance, the motherland backed Haojiang in setting up an RMB clearing center, and this year alone, we've issued offshore RMB bonds totaling 28 billion, forging fresh financing avenues for Portuguese-speaking nations.'

Nearby.

A figure drifting past lingered a bit, apparently tuning into the exchange.

Unlike past Haojiang envoys, this He Family Fourth Miss voiced unreserved allegiance to the motherland, her affirmations for the shared destiny of the two regions bolder than ever.

'Appreciate the insight. Lastly, Miss He, could you boil down the outlook for Haojiang-mainland collaboration into a single phrase?'

'We'll eternally heed the call to lean on the motherland and link to the globe, harnessing Haojiang's gateway function—not just steering the 'Haojiang vehicle' into the Gulf but also guiding the 'Shen Zhou path' to Portuguese-speaking lands, scripting a fresh Haojiang narrative in shaping the new development landscape.'

Dwelling on memories wasn't fitting amid the cameras; the someone gave a subtle smile, chose not to interrupt, and walked on briskly.

As the interview wrapped, He Yihui sensed a presence and turned her head on impulse.

At that instant.

Her eyes widened in surprise, then her full, non-traditional Eastern lips curved into a gentle smile.

The wrapping-up reporter, about to thank her and depart, spotted this nuance. In journalism, deciphering faces is par for the course. The videographer swiftly panned the lens, shifting focus from the alluring He Yihui to the man moving away.

On the expansive square before the hall.

In the unsteady video feed.

A young man and woman grazed past one another, exchanging no words, yet their profiled smiles aligned in perfect harmony.