I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2200 - 1405: No Rush, Stay a While Longer (First Update)

A renowned scientist once declared.

After humanity struggles immensely to reach the pinnacle of technology, they discover that theology has long been awaiting them there.

Concepts such as feng shui and fortune-telling exist just like neutrinos in reality—they're present if you trust in them, absent if you dismiss them.

Yet.

Upon closer examination, you'll notice that the most accomplished individuals tend to hold firm beliefs in such matters.

As an unquestionable achiever, Zhong Tingwang was certainly no different, instantly connecting with the idea and regretting the missed earlier encounter.

Whether Boss Jiang shared that sentiment didn't matter much.

The key principle holds true.

Your personal emotions matter most, irrespective of others' views.

'Five or six years back, Brother Guang Rong traveled to Xiang Country to see the White Dragon King. I happened to be present then, and the White Dragon King cautioned Brother about potential dangers in the years ahead, warning of a severe life threat. And it came to pass.'

'Did Mr. Zhong consult the White Dragon King about his own destiny?'

Zhong Xiaoye smiled while shaking his head, openly admitting, 'Back then, I lacked such an opportunity. Simply accompanying Brother Guang Rong to meet the White Dragon King was a great privilege. Afterward, when I tried to seek him out alone, sadly, the revered figure had already passed.'

Zhong Xiaoye kept the chat flowing, 'Mr. Jiang, have you ever gotten your fortune read?'

Out of line.

Did he truly have the audacity to inquire?

Luckily, Boss Jiang remained accommodating, merely offering a smile without elaborating.

He'd never sought the White Dragon King, but he had encountered a neighborhood sage; the man's presence and looks were utterly otherworldly, even if he uttered no words.

'Ring, ring...'

A phone's shrill tone pierced the atmosphere.

It belonged to Zhong Xiaoye.

'Pardon me, I must answer this.'

Zhong Xiaoye rose at last, picking up the call while stepping a short distance away casually.

'Did I get here too soon?'

Jiang Chen inquired.

He Yihui eyed him, 'Had you arrived a minute later, he'd have already left.'

The pair shared an understanding grin.

Despite the long separation, no discomfort lingered; instead, the old sense of deep familiarity returned.

Eyeing Zhong Tingwang on his call, Jiang Chen remarked calmly and straightforwardly, 'Occasionally, you need to be firm with guys; ignore notions of pride too much, particularly with the shameless types.'

'Do you mean I ought to have the guards eject him?'

Jiang Chen gave a light shrug.

'I'd love to, but I'm worried it might widen the gap with my second sister.'

He Yihui displayed a subtle, resigned smile, sensing that when she harbored no ambitions, she was the family's darling, with siblings offering warmth, but now dynamics had shifted. They remained kin, yet an unseen barrier had formed.

'Don't shy away from rivalry. In a prominent clan, competition brings vitality. If your second sister shoulders every duty alone, she'd grow exhausted. With you lightening her burden, she could well value it.'

'I doubt that.'

This precious get-together, though, still couldn't capture fleeting moments of affection.

But that's her nature.

That's the Gambling King's youngest daughter.

From their initial meeting, Jiang Chen had grasped her essence.

'I've encountered your sister. My assessment carries assurance. Bear no worries; regardless of who excels more, it benefits the He Family overall.'

He Yihui stayed quiet, then glanced at Zhong Tingwang on the phone, 'Fine, I'll have him removed then.'

This is your space.

Why seek the visitor's view on ousting him?

She's considerate still.

Jiang Chen let out a soft laugh, 'Hold off at least till he ends his conversation.' Then, Boss Jiang asked with interest, 'What did he do to irk you this much?'

Rare meetings deserve cherishing each second, but squandering them pointlessly borders on offense.

In truth, Miss He's gaze briefly revealed a cold murderous glint, though the man she cared for wouldn't detect it.

She was direct and sincere.

Yet as a lady, she yearned for her love to witness her finest qualities.

Just when the long-parted duo gained a private moment to converse, Zhong Xiaoye, acting as an enormous intruder from afar, instinctively hushed his tone.

'Useless!'

Whatever update he received, the formerly smooth-talking, upbeat fellow now brimmed with fury, facing away from the couch.

'Brother, it wasn't our doing; that lady's deranged, she pulls a gun!'

Little Brother Xiao's voice carried through.

He was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Compared to that, taking a single hit counted as fortunate.

'Those are mere justifications! A group of adult males, defeated by one female!'

Precisely.

As the leader, only outcomes count.

Especially as the superior leader.

Malice filled Zhong Xiaoye's eyes, his jovial demeanor evaporating in an instant.

He had assumed his crew would triumph in payback, planning his departure the next day to dodge trouble, but unexpectedly, the counterattack flopped, landing him another humiliation.

He was turning into a total joke!

'Brother, my team gave everything, over half took bullets, Brother, this woman's abnormal, she seems ready for extremes—'

It was evident.

Little Brother Xiao sounded terrified.

He's one of the hardest types, but even the hardest fear something.

'That woman's insane, a monster!'

'Quiet!'

Zhong Xiaoye's face grew dark and savage; should he alter his flight plans? That would make him a fool!

His eyes twitched intensely, gleaming with cruelty.

'Move! Instruct your guys to file a police report!'

'Brother?'

Little Brother Xiao froze.

'Are you deaf?!'

'Got it!'

Little Brother Xiao, pale and obedient, 'I'll handle it immediately.'

Zhong Xiaoye ended the call, pausing briefly, then pivoted back with a friendly grin as though undisturbed, showing no crack.

'Mr. Jiang, where were we in our discussion?'

Must concede.

Solid poise there.

That's true honor.

You can't bolt out at midnight, can you?

Even departing requires the morning flight.

As he resumed his seat, and Miss He might have chosen to preserve his face, yet another phone chime erupted.

This round was Boss Jiang's device.

'Sorry about that.'

Surface-level composure masked Zhong Tingwang's inner anxiety; having just ordered his subordinates into bold actions, he now pondered slipping away.

At that moment, Boss Jiang also accepted the incoming line.

'Jiang, Hu Die's stirred up issues.'

Sure enough, Little Brother Xiao acted swiftly.

Or perhaps.

This city's rhythm moved fast.

Boss Jiang had proposed waiting for the call's conclusion, and Zhong Tingwang, grasping simple etiquette, upon seeing Jiang Chen step back from his talk, chose to depart.

'Miss He, Mr. Jiang, it's late now, I've got an early departure tomorrow, so I'll retire.'

Only now seeking sleep, huh?

He Yihui nodded curtly, skipping any courtesies, and right as they could slip into seclusion, Jiang Chen interjected unexpectedly.

'No hurry, linger a bit.'

Both turned their attention.

Zhong Xiaoye's gaze wavered.