I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2206 - 1409: Chicken

Jiang Chen experienced a dream.

Within that dream, he failed to return home the previous night.

...

The details of the dream hold no significance.

For he has now awakened.

Though it's often advised that a true gentleman remains vigilant in solitude, one must not judge oneself too severely. After all, who can truly govern their own dreams?

Not even the wisest sages of old.

Another clear day dawns.

The summer sun shines just right.

As Jiang Chen rose from his bed, he simply wiped his face.

The dream fades easily, yet the events of the prior night linger vividly.

Upon stirring from sleep, Jiang Chen understood that individuals like He Yihui pose the greatest threat.

While Shi Qianxi, the meddlesome aunt, brings complications, her level of danger is predictable.

To put it simply.

Shi Qianxi resembles an assassin who operates in plain sight. Regardless of her prowess, once her true nature is revealed, the peril diminishes by half. Knowing your foe is an assassin, if you're not foolish, you'll stay alert and guarded at every turn.

He Yihui, however...

If drawing a comparison, this young lady He acts like an assassin, or perhaps a stealthy ninja. She emerges without warning, feigning vulnerability. You never know when she'll strike with a fatal blow.

It's akin to.

That cunning rogue hiding in the underbrush during a game.

Leaping out when least expected, yelling 'Demacia!', or sniping you from behind right after you've cleared a building.

But the deed is already done.

Having made his bold declarations, Jiang Chen couldn't retract them. Various branches of the He Family tie into distinct power networks. And Jiang Chen lacks a superior option unless he's prepared to abandon the gains in Haojiang. Thus, engaging with the He Family is unavoidable. Since choosing an ally is inevitable, besides He Yihui, what better candidate exists?

Naturally.

It doesn't measure up to Zhong Tingwang.

They operate on separate tiers, engaging in entirely different pursuits.

Zhong Tingwang aligns as a follower—alright, that's a tad severe; better termed as a partnership.

As for Boss Jiang?

He's providing backing to others.

With varying positions come differing perks, so one can't fault Miss He for her selective approach.

Indeed.

Zhong Tingwang currently basks in the winds of triumph, exuding an air of newfound wealth, and Boss Jiang possesses riches too.

Furthermore.

More than mere cash.

Of course.

Phrasing it so bluntly seems superficial.

Miss He isn't the type swayed solely by materialism.

Lately at the nightclub, Boss Jiang subtly caught the eye of Lady Luck, prompting her desire to shower him with extravagance.

This shows that Boss Jiang, beyond his fortune, undoubtedly boasts a distinctive allure.

Rise up.

Cleanse the face.

Tend to the teeth.

Exactly.

Tend to the teeth.

Maybe with some other being sharing a close encounter with Miss He, it might hesitate to rinse for weeks to savor the memory, but Boss Jiang steers clear of such crassness.

In fact, he freshened up upon arriving home last night.

Maintaining oral hygiene morning and evening forms an excellent routine.

Honestly, back in those lean years, the only shortcoming for the impoverished Jiang Chen was his lack of funds; otherwise, his loyalty—phrased differently as devotion—was a virtue, wasn't it?

Isn't devotion something to admire rather than scorn?

And today.

Boss Jiang no longer struggles with poverty.

Yet.

His fortunes in romance appear boundless.

Stunning women surround him, and even Miss He takes the initiative.

Sigh.

Therefore.

Last night's assessment from Second Miss He rang true—fair and grounded.

Perfection eludes everyone in this world.

Once the morning rituals concluded and breakfast from the Apang Palace staff was consumed, Jiang Chen casually dialed Song Chaoge.

True, he had requested assistance from the man, and consent was given, but Hu Die's stance remained unclear, and the transfer process hadn't fully wrapped up, had it?

Thus, should Hu Die encounter issues, the onus falls on him, and Young Master Song shares the accountability.

'Brother Jiang, no matter the resolution, I believe confining her for a few days to reflect would be wise.'

'Her'

Without doubt, that points to Hu Die.

The implication is clear.

Hu Die's hasty decisions and recklessness have irked Song Chaoge greatly.

Absolutely.

What was a minor concern, Hu Die managed to escalate into a major ordeal.

'Young Master Song, let's consider Hu Die's emotions in this.'

Jiang Chen felt no shock at Song Chaoge's position, having noted the man's firm, impartial nature that seldom lets feelings cloud judgments of propriety.

In truth, Song Chaoge embodies the prevailing attitudes in today's society.

At this stature, who still clings to naive romantic entanglements?

'Hmph, since Fang Jun placed Hu Die under Brother Jiang's watch, the handling of her affairs rightly falls to Brother Jiang.'

Song Chaoge yielded a bit, yet refrained from fully withdrawing, then continued:

'However, I must caution Brother Jiang that releasing Hu Die would complicate detaining that hall king any longer.'

'Hall king.'

The phrase drips with mockery from Song Chaoge's lips.

Zhong Xiaoye may exude arrogance, but he's no fool. He might badmouth Fang Jun in private, but should he ever cross paths with Song Chaoge and hear the title Zhong Tingwang, he'd bow even deeper than Xiao did when phoning Second Miss He last night.

Just to note.

In this realm, wealth alone won't suffice.

Particularly in Shen Zhou.

What's more, his funds carry a dubious taint.

To Zhong Tingwang, Young Master Song stands as a pinnacle elite, superior in heritage to Boss Jiang by leaps and bounds—utterly incomparable. Thus, facing Boss Jiang last night, he at least held his ground without excessive deference or defiance.