I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2207 - 1409: Chicken_2

Yet, how could he possibly peer into the secrets held at the very zenith of the pyramid?

Despite his extensive network comprising heroes across the globe, who would dare whisper such classified information directly into his ear?

Was it Miss He Junru?

Or perhaps Young Master Gong, who was far too occupied to even exchange casual greetings?

But we digress.

Based on Song Chaoge’s briefing, it is clear that neither Hu Die nor Zhong Xiaoye managed to slip away last night.

It makes perfect sense.

Seeing as they are both culprits and victims, a standardized treatment is required. One cannot be released while the other remains; it would only invite unnecessary discord. After all, they are no ordinary individuals.

Each possesses backing from the heavens.

While the stature of their divine sponsors may vary, the illusion of dignity must be upheld at all costs.

Consider it akin to competitive gaming: if you are related to the developer, minor stat boosts are acceptable. However, brandishing a Dragon Slayer Sword and an immortal status with a strike value of 9999 doesn’t just break the game’s balance—it renders the entire endeavor futile for everyone else.

That is simply intolerable.

Thus, Young Master Song’s subtle suggestion was quite profound.

Keeping Hu Die detained serves a dual purpose: it forces her to reflect upon her transgressions while effectively holding Zhong Xiaoye in check. It is a classic move of capturing two birds with one stone.

Admittedly, according to standard legal protocols, an investigation without concrete evidence shouldn't exceed the 24 to 48-hour window, save for exceptional circumstances.

And what qualifies as a "special circumstance" if not this?

Jiang Chen kept his thoughts to himself. Clipping the wings of that Nine-headed Bird might be overly ambitious and ill-timed, but denting its prestige was well within his reach.

Regardless, a beast with nine heads won't miss one or two.

Simultaneously, it serves as a way to help Miss He Junru vent her mounting frustration.

It is no wonder Youmao dubbed him 'Xiao Songzi'; much like the wily eunuchs of lore, Song Chaoge merely offered the strategy, leaving the final command decision entirely to Jiang Chen.

Boss Jiang, never a man to act with haste, kept his promise to Fang Jun, comforted by the fact that Hu Die remained securely detained.

Once the call with Song Chaoge concluded, Jiang Chen enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, only for his phone to chime once more.

It was the elusive "genius," Zhuge Xi, the president of Heaven and Earth Bank.

"Mr. Jiang, do you have a moment to visit the bank?"

See? A common subordinate would never dream of summoning their employer; they would surely arrange a home visit. Jiang Chen did not bother with inquiries. The man possessed a sharp mind and would not disturb him without cause, especially for trivial matters. "I shall be there shortly," he replied.

True talent is hard to come by, but a reasonable boss is even more of a rarity.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Chen opted to drive to Financial Street alone. Safety within the second ring road, especially post-national meeting, was exemplary. Besides, he was hardly a vulnerable target, and the authorities were far from idle.

Hu Die had essentially courted her own trouble; otherwise, those few thugs hardly stood a chance of escaping.

In any case, had things gone differently, it would merely have been recorded as a standard vehicular mishap.

As he glided past the Westin Hotel, Jiang Chen cast a brief glance at the entrance but did not slow down.

This time, President Zhuge displayed rare consideration, waiting at the threshold alongside his senior executive team.

It was, after all, only their second meeting.

Disliking excessive formalities, Boss Jiang dismissed the entourage and proceeded directly to the president's office.

"Mr. Jiang, has Zhong Xiaoye been apprehended?"

Despite his mental preparation, the bluntness of the question caught Jiang Chen off guard. He turned his gaze toward the president.

"You are acquainted with him?"

Zhuge Xi nodded, his silk-gloved hand gesturing toward the chair before his desk. "He sat in that very spot just a few days ago."

Jiang Chen’s brow arched in intrigue.

"He is our client now—a rather vital one," Zhuge Xi appended.

Jiang Chen was stunned. Was business expanding that rapidly? Even the Nine-headed Bird from Haojiang was seeking their services?

"And how did you hear the news?" He wondered if Heaven and Earth Bank secretly operated as an intelligence agency, especially since the incident had occurred only hours ago.

"Word travels quickly. As the King of Haojiang, Zhong Xiaoye is deeply embedded in the social web."

Jiang Chen realized that his president possessed a terrifyingly sharp sense of perception. It was only natural, given the legendary, almost impossible resume he carried—a man who stayed in Kyoto while orchestrating the downfall of a veteran FBI agent thousands of miles away.

"Did you summon me just to discuss him?"

The lean, tall Zhuge Xi gave a calm nod. "We manage a bank, but should we not take note of our clients' extracurricular activities?"

Jiang Chen laughed, making his way to the couch, where Zhuge Xi joined him. It was evident the boss had missed the underlying significance of the term "important client."

"Zhong Xiaoye is utilizing Heaven and Earth Bank for money laundering operations."

"..."

Did he have to be quite that surgical? Jiang Chen checked the office door; it was thoroughly sealed.

"So?"

"He intends to move his capital overseas," Zhuge Xi clarified, his tone utterly detached.

Laundering money abroad? Jiang Chen’s mind sparked, his academic training surfacing. Whether the water in the pool was murky or clear, moving it safely required complex channels, but maintaining a dynamic equilibrium was the true hurdle. If one drains without replenishing, the level drops; if one replenishes without draining, the system overflows. Moon City’s massive annual turnover, fueled by gamblers from Shen Zhou, made the connection crystal clear in an instant.

He suddenly understood the callous mindset of the Emperors of old; when a subject is no longer useful, the only path forward is dissolution.

"Mr. Jiang, your intense stare is making me somewhat anxious."

Zhuge Xi offered a smile that was equally enigmatic. Jiang Chen realized there were always stronger, sharper minds; his own learning was a mere fraction of what was possible.

Jiang Chen shook his head, amused. "So, you believe Zhong Xiaoye should be spared for now?"

"Indeed," President Zhuge nodded with refreshing candor. "Losing such a lucrative client would represent a substantial deficit for our institution."

What a sophisticated way to frame it. Jiang Chen nodded in deep thought.

"Those who play with fire are destined to burn, but delaying the inevitable is a prudent strategy," Zhuge Xi added calmly.

No single mind is flawless. That is why empires and conglomerates alike establish think tanks; collective intellect identifies blind spots and optimizes results. Jiang Chen realized the trip was well-spent. Zhong Tingwang was not just a bird of prey; he was a golden goose. To slaughter him now would be the height of folly.

"What is your estimated timeline?" he asked.

Zhuge Xi deliberated for a heartbeat. "A year."

Jiang Chen peered at him expectantly.

"Eight months could potentially suffice," Zhuge Xi amended.

Jiang Chen chuckled, offering a nod. "Understood."

"Furthermore," Boss Jiang hesitated before speaking with genuine sincerity, "In the coming years, cease your habit of job-hopping."

Zhuge Xi’s expression turned profound. "Mr. Jiang, do you know why I adopted this name? It is because my ultimate ambition is to embody Zhuge Wu Hou."

For a serial job-hopper to claim he aspired to be the embodiment of lifetime loyalty—the legendary minister who served with unflinching dedication until his dying breath—was quite the reversal.

"Should I adopt a new name as well?" Jiang Chen mused.

"Mr. Jiang possesses a wisdom that far surpasses that of Imperial Uncle Liu," Zhuge Xi replied without missing a beat.

Slick and effective. Jiang Chen slapped his knee with a boisterous laugh. It was no wonder the man favored names from *Dream of the Red Chamber*; he was not merely a financial prodigy, but a student of history as well.