I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2213 - 1412: A Good Name (Part 2)

Irreparable.

Once you step onto this pirate vessel, disembarking becomes an arduous task.

Nevertheless.

It appears to align perfectly with his objectives.

This partnership, from the moment Yang Qinghua initiated contact, was clearly designed for the long haul rather than being a mere string of isolated incidents. Her earnest dedication to accelerating the expansion of Heaven and Earth Bank was plainly visible during the events that transpired underground just a short while ago.

A monumental upheaval, unseen for a century, is upon us.

The global geopolitical landscape is fraught with uncertainty.

Every additional fortification serves as another potential ally.

Originally, Yang Qinghua had hoped to invite him for a meal, but Boss Jiang politely declined, citing preexisting obligations. It is hardly surprising then, that Princess Cao displayed little interest in engaging with her, and such distance was not strictly due to personal animosity.

Naturally.

She is likewise fulfilling her responsibilities, committed to the collective interest and devoid of selfish intentions.

This was no fabrication; Jiang Chen indeed had pressing matters to attend to. En route to a detention facility, he occupied the backseat, glancing calmly at his mobile device.

The screen showcased the identical LME real-time market metrics witnessed in the basement earlier. Copper prices, destined to collapse, were being artificially bolstered. Furthermore, classified international news reports that had not yet hit the wires emerged: the Belarusian National Wealth Fund had liquidated all U.S. debt holdings, the Central Bank of Brazil was shipping 380 tons of gold reserves to the East Sea Gold Exchange, and offshore RMB liquidity had undergone an inexplicable reversal.

Click.

The screen faded into darkness.

Jiang Chen looked up, reclined in his seat, and shut his eyes to recuperate.

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A journey of over forty minutes provided just enough time for a reprieve.

Upon sitting across from Hu Die, Jiang Chen exuded a sense of composure. As for her... she appeared equally unperturbed.

Some individuals detained in such places lose their appetites and suffer from insomnia.

Others, however, subsist comfortably, eating well and finding ample rest.

No guards observed them as they sat alone in the visitation suite.

The whims of fate are truly unpredictable.

In a rational scenario.

The person occupying the visitor's seat surely should not have been Jiang Chen.

How are you feeling?

Not bad.

Even in her prison attire, Hu Die’s expression betrayed neither despair nor despondency. Whether she was legally culpable remained an unsettled question.

Much like that metaphorical cat in physics theory.

Whether it constituted self-defense or an overreaction, both possibilities remained valid.

Do you desire to remain here for a longer duration?

Boss Jiang was not inclined toward coddling, so he cut straight to the point. If that is truly your wish, nobody will compel you to leave. However, are you not twenty-eight this year? By the time you are released, you might well be regarded as a middle-aged woman.

Regardless of how remarkable a woman might be, there are certain reflections she prefers to avoid.

Particularly when Boss Jiang touched upon a universal taboo for women everywhere.

The label of middle-aged woman ignited a fuse of fury within Hu Die. She pressed her lips together and glared at Jiang Chen, remaining entirely silent.

Understand this.

Despite her detention, she remained uncuffed and unchained, capable of launching an attack at any moment.

However, Boss Jiang was no frail scholar; absent a firearm, she would find it difficult to overpower him even if she possessed superior skill. At the very least, he could withstand her efforts until the guards arrived at the sound of the disturbance.

What is your decision?

Boss Jiang spoke with blunt indifference; it was merely a formality.

In truth, she was an associate of another, so there was little motivation for excessive cordiality.

Ultimately, Hu Die chose to refrain from violence. If she were to assault someone here until they were unrecognizable, a charge of intentional harm would certainly follow. She retorted, Do you dare to place your trust in me?

I do not trust you, Jiang Chen replied straightforwardly, before adding, Furthermore, I have no need to trust you.

What are you implying?

I am neither Song Chaoge nor Fang Jun. There is no affection between us—perhaps even a lingering grudge. Even if I claimed to trust you, you would not believe my words.

And so?

So, you must reconsider your perspective. I am unaware of the nature of your previous alliance, but if you choose to align with me—and I emphasize if—you ought to view this as a purely professional relationship between employer and employee.

Hu Die’s pupils narrowed as she waited for him to continue.

In a professional setting, is absolute loyalty really required? Clearly, it is not. Both parties operate based on mutual interest, obtaining precisely what they require. Should you fail to meet my expectations, the outcome is simple: you are discharged. Likewise, you possess the freedom to terminate your relationship with your boss at any time.

Was this supposed to be some poor attempt at humor?

Hu Die did not laugh; she remained sullen for a long, silent moment.

Then, what specific position do you intend for me?

Jiang Chen shared a faint smile.

As I mentioned before—and this remains true now more than ever—you have no other options. You must depart overseas; staying within this country is no longer tenable.

Where to?

What about Myanmar? You should be intimately familiar with that region and likely hold old acquaintances there. It would be the most suitable first destination.

Hu Die’s gaze flickered; his suggestion caught her completely off guard.

She had assumed his high-minded justification for sending her abroad was merely to settle a debt of favor for Young Master Fang, expecting a life of obscurity and mediocrity. Yet, the reality diverged sharply from her assumptions.

He genuinely meant to secure a role for her.

Jiang Chen observed her; though younger than her, his gaze held a depth of maturity and complexity.

Hu Die was certainly familiar with this man by reputation, but this was her first time in such close proximity.

He suddenly relaxed and donned an easy smile.

If you desire to abandon your past life entirely, that would be for the best. Young Master Fang would likely welcome that outcome as well. Yet, I suspect the probability of that is negligible. Am I wrong?

Hu Die remained unresponsive, cooling asking, What would I be expected to do in Myanmar?

Du Enqin of the Peace Hotel in Myanmar was once your subordinate, correct? Seek her out; she manages a hotel, so your board and lodging will be covered. Treat this as an extended holiday.

Are you insinuating that I should persist in those particular ventures?

Hu Die’s lips curled. Her tone was measured, yet her countenance betrayed a hint of derision.

Jiang Chen remained entirely composed.

While I concede that Young Master Song’s perspective holds some merit—someone must invariably handle the darker tasks—a person’s vitality is finite. One simply cannot manage everything alone.

Hu Die continued her silence.

Young Master Fang tasked me with looking after you, so I cannot disregard his wishes. Your assignments will not be devoid of risk, though the danger remains manageable, provided you refrain from reckless conduct. After all, a woman who wanders into a trap of ten men alone has only herself to blame.

Having set the stage, Jiang Chen arrived at the crux of the matter.

Your objective is simple: leverage your expertise to cultivate a team of intelligence operatives similar to Du Enqin. Feel no undue pressure, as you are not initiating this from the ground up; the infrastructure is already largely in place. Your role is to finalize the design, and you will find many colleagues ready to provide support.

Hu Die’s eyes constricted, then slowly returned to normal.

Your ambitions are vast indeed.

Not at all, Jiang Chen replied, resting his hand upon the table with a leisurely laugh. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you shall never suffer defeat. Intelligence gathering is a vital pillar of business. It permits one to anticipate opportunities and remain invincible. As a businessman, it is only reasonable for me to invest in a robust intelligence network.

Hu Die fixed her gaze upon him, disregarding his remarks as mere background noise.

Do you not fear that I might divulge this to Song Chaoge?

Jiang Chen went silent for a brief moment.

Are you a masochist?

...

The words cut deep.

Hu Die’s respiration quickened, and for a fleeting second, she genuinely felt the urge to lash out.

The resolve to stubbornly batter oneself against a wall is a certain kind of virtue, but such an existence is agonizing and tiresome. Moreover, aside from a handful of the exceptionally fortunate, most find such efforts to be entirely futile.

Jiang Chen rose and stepped toward the exit.

Were you the true architect behind the violent eruptions abroad?

The inquiry followed him.

Are you the mastermind directing Heaven’s Punishment?

Jiang Chen halted his progress.

I have no idea what you are referencing. However, you have provided me with inspiration. I believe I have settled on a name for my intelligence operations.

Sky Net—what do you think of that?

Footsteps echoed.

The visitation room door swung open.

Light flooded the space, only to be promptly obscured once more.

An excellent choice of name.

Hu Die remained seated alone upon the iron chair, her demeanor calm and unyielding.