I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2212 - 1412: A Good Name

"Team Leader Yang."

Yang Qinghua acknowledged her subordinates with a nod before offering a brief smile to Jiang Chen, who had just entered. "You made it."

This wasn't Yang Qinghua’s typical office or even her department's sector. Jiang Chen had been escorted through a series of checkpoints to reach a restricted zone situated on the second underground level.

The room was filled with the frantic, rhythmic clacking of keyboards. The blue radiance from various monitors danced across the lenses of the technicians’ glasses, reflecting off the six primary screens directly in front of Yang Qinghua.

Tsk.

Beams of light and dark silhouettes flickered.

A dazzling, chaotic mess.

By permitting his presence in this restricted area, Yang Qinghua demonstrated a high level of trust, allowing Jiang Chen to observe the proceedings without restriction.

Yang Ting is a rank, not merely a title. As someone even Cao Jinse treated with sisterly deference, this woman consistently displayed remarkable talent and authority.

"Do you have any insights?"

She clearly held Boss Jiang in high regard.

Despite this, Boss Jiang felt no arrogance; instead, he managed a forced, secret smile. There is no such thing as a free lunch at the Treasure Hall—this invitation surely carried more weight than a casual conversation.

As an elite graduate of East Sea University, a prominent private sector executive, the director of the Japanese initiative, a trailblazer of the modern era, and a distinguished guest at the People’s Hall, Jiang Chen easily identified the data streaming across those six screens.

Offshore RMB exchange rates.

CSI 300 Futures.

US Treasury Yield Curve.

London Copper Futures.

Dubai Crude Oil benchmarks.

And, finally, the Gangcheng interbank lending rates.

While these figures are accessible to the public, the patterns displayed here were far from normal; the numbers surged and coiled with the intensity of boiling liquid.

"It is all Greek to me."

"..."

Yang Qinghua ignored his comment, her hands tucked deep into her jacket pockets. "Speak your mind. We are among colleagues here; talk freely."

The concept of women standing as equals to men was perfectly embodied in that moment.

Any famous international supermodel would have looked utterly ordinary standing in her shadow.

Jiang Chen suddenly recalled the image of Cao Xiugo, sitting calmly under an ancient locust tree with a book in her hands.

Though they were polar opposites, both women possessed a unique, undeniable aura.

"The foreigners are attempting the same old trick they used to snipe the Sterling."

A man in his forties with streaks of gray in his hair approached, clutching a tablet. His face, though showing signs of extensive mental labor and exhaustion, was alight with fervor. Ignoring Jiang Chen, he clutched an encrypted, ultra-thin laptop and reported diligently to Yang Qinghua, "Team Leader Yang, the LME inventory has been drained; they are leveraging bulk commodities to force expectations of RMB devaluation."

It wasn't surveillance; it was a legitimate, high-stakes observation.

Jiang Chen stood by, and since he wasn't treated as a stranger, he made sure not to be a nuisance.

The laptop display flashed a massive 200,000-ton short position in electrolytic copper on the London Metal Exchange.

Without seeking Jiang Chen’s input, Yang Qinghua remained composed, studying the real-time capital flow charts. She watched as red arrows—representing hot money—fled toward US Dollar assets via the Shanghai-Hong Kong Stock Connect, Bond Connect, and QDII channels.

Jiang Chen noticed a subtle shift in the Singapore A50 Futures Market. His lips twitched, debating whether to intervene, but he was silenced by the woman’s calm directive.

"Check the overnight trading records for Goldman Sachs at the Seoul branch immediately. I need every NDF contract from the past three days."

Who says civil servants do nothing but idle away?

In the geopolitical chess matches between great nations, it isn't just diplomats trading barbs in the media; the real work happens in countless clandestine arenas running around the clock.

Inside this hidden vault, dozens of specialists worked at breakneck speed, following Yang Qinghua’s commands.

Jiang Chen glanced up at the main monitor as it flared to life.

Moments later, Yang Qinghua seized the red hotline telephone.

"Initiate the Emergency Plan. Notify the reserve banks in Dubai, Minsk, and Rio."

Jiang Chen didn't press for details on the Emergency Plan. He knew that prying would be tantamount to investigating state secrets, which would likely earn him an unwelcome invitation for 'tea.'

But that was fine.

Later, Yang Qinghua would invite him for tea anyway.

Such grace and ease.

Perhaps.

For her, such extreme labor had long ago become a mundane aspect of her existence.

"Initially, I intended to arrange a meal for you and Jin Se, but as you can see, I am quite occupied and simply cannot spare the time."

"Work takes priority, as it should."

Jiang Chen replied instantly.

Yang Qinghua offered a gracious smile. "Have you taken Jin Se out to eat yet? As for the Great Wall issue, she is merely a business partner now, yet she has been putting in significant effort for your Heaven and Earth Bank."

"She is much like you, Yang Jie—incredibly busy."

Jiang Chen laughed, subtly dodging the subject, hoping to steer the conversation away from the Cao family.

Some matters are best left buried if possible.

Seeming to grasp his underlying tension, Yang Qinghua nodded silently, cooperatively shifting the conversation as she sipped her tea. "I have fulfilled my promise to you."

"Indeed, Yang Jie is a woman of her word."

His response acknowledged her integrity.

Not a single word of empty gratitude was offered.

Correct.

This was no simple favor; it was a mutually beneficial arrangement. While Heaven and Earth Bank secured the necessary permits, Jiang Chen likewise assumed the inherent obligations.

He was, after all, carrying the weight of those immense legacy mortgages upon his shoulders.

"You certainly never suffer a loss," Yang Qinghua remarked with a light smile, continuing, "Since you have already invested so much effort, stop focusing on petty domestic disputes. Use the momentum gained from these mortgage trades in the international arena and expand Heaven and Earth Bank abroad."

"Heaven and Earth Bank has barely found its footing domestically..."

"Time waits for no one," Yang Qinghua interrupted, her summary concise and sharp.

Jiang Chen sipped his tea, nodding thoughtfully in the silence, a stir of emotions rising within him.