I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2224 - 1418: Kite

The lower class exists in a state of tragic exploitation, fundamentally possessing no authority over their own destinies.

Yet, are those dwelling at the summit truly any freer?

Director Shi, for one, finds it impossible to be entirely authentic; even when she desires a moment of solitude, she must carve it out with deliberate effort.

With a massive delegation from Jinhai arriving in Kyoto tomorrow to commence negotiations, Director Shi has been granted only one fleeting day. The ability to recognize and amend errors is a noble trait, and keeping a promise to one’s girlfriend constitutes a taxing twenty-four-hour endeavor for Boss Jiang.

It is, effectively, a method of resolving multiple complications with a single action.

Shortly after bidding farewell to He Yihui, Director Shi arrives in Kyoto. It is fortunate that the world is not perpetually governed by sheer coincidence; if it were, the mundane skills of others would pale when held against masters of time management. Should these two women ever cross paths—

Heh.

The resulting impact would surely rival that of a celestial collision.

There is little need to elaborate on the volatile temper of Shi Qianxi.

And, regardless of the gentle exterior maintained by the Fourth Miss He, she is certainly not a woman of a submissive disposition.

Were she to deliver a sharp slap to his face directly in the presence of Shi Qianxi—

Such a sight would be altogether too exquisite.

I can scarcely fathom it.

Thankfully.

Across the vast reaches of Shen Zhou, the statistical likelihood of such an accidental encounter is virtually non-existent.

The Yuanming Garden is certainly an inappropriate destination; even if Shi Qianxi were unaware of its significance, it would still prove unsuitable. Kyoto hosts a multitude of more commendable vistas.

"Do me a kindness, if you are able."

The Changping Thirteen Tombs Reservoir.

A cool breeze gently dissipates the heavy burden of historical legacy.

Boss Jiang has intentionally ventured to this more distant locale for his atonement, successfully avoiding areas swarming with crowds or familiar faces. In comparison to landmarks like the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, or the Fragrant Hills, this location is decidedly well off the beaten path.

"State it."

Boss Jiang’s response was characteristically direct.

That is a testament to her disposition; she is not a person who maintains distance through pretense. Her refusal to provide a loan yesterday likely stemmed from the fact that she simply is not in need of capital.

Indeed.

Given the sheer magnitude and financial stability of Jinhai, why would they fret over a trivial sum of hundreds of billions? A business is not merely a single expenditure; one cannot construct an entire factory in the span of a night.

Commerce is fundamentally driven by cash flow, requiring a patient cycle of incoming and outgoing assets.

"Propose to the administration that they overhaul the license plates for new energy vehicles. The current green plates are truly hideous and drastically diminish the car's visual appeal. It isn't merely the Morning Light; any new energy model adorned with a green plate transforms a graceful beauty into a monstrosity. This does not require significant investment or complex technology; should the design of these green plates be revamped, the market for new energy vehicles would instantly ascend to a superior aesthetic tier."

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, having never anticipated such an unconventional perspective from his companion.

As a manufacturer, rather than obsessing over the vehicle's engineering, she is fixated on the license plate.

Is this not a rather trivial business concern?

And yet, logically speaking.

This lady presents a valid argument; when ignored, it seems insignificant, but once observed, the mandatory green plate for new energy cars feels like peering at an otherwise stunning face marred by a glaring blackhead, undeniably detracting from the view.

"Why did you not voice this earlier?"

A national conference was recently convened, designed for representatives to suggest initiatives beneficial to both the state and its citizenry. Jiang Chen had been unable to conceive of any valuable proposals at the time, yet this seems like an excellent suggestion.

"Is it too late to intervene?"

Director Shi was fully cognizant of the recently concluded assembly; her father, Shi Zhenhua, served as a representative, though he did not attend this specific session.

"Do you truly lack even this minor ability?"

Director Shi maintained total confidence in Boss Jiang’s capabilities.

"The market retention rate for new energy vehicles is substantial now; redesigning the entire system of license plates is no simple task."

"The logistical scope is certainly vast, but it aligns with the public desire. New energy car owners would undoubtedly offer their full cooperation; if you remain skeptical, conduct a survey and gauge the public sentiment."

Shi Qianxi remarked: "If a defect is identified, it must be rectified; to abandon progress based on trepidation is the mark of an unwise soul."

Jiang Chen cast a glance at her elegant and delicate profile before replying with a smile: "Very well, I shall convey it, though I can offer no guarantees that the authorities will adopt it."

"Apply yourself. You are not merely acting on my behalf; you are championing the collective will of the people."

Consider that for a moment.

It comes as no surprise that she is regarded as one of the nation's premier female entrepreneurs.

Nevertheless, the sudden shift to a formal tone left Boss Jiang feeling slightly perturbed.

"Sir, what is the price for the kite?"

The following moment.

Shi Qianxi strode toward the roadside vendor ahead.

Despite this being a secluded area, there was a respectable number of visitors. Against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, a collection of vibrant, whimsically shaped kites soared at the end of their lines, dancing rhythmically against the wind.

Shi Qianxi was already engaged in haggling with the kite seller.

Jiang Chen followed, mimicking her movements.

Behind the pair.

Approximately a few dozen meters away.

The vendor selling candied hawthorns was enjoying a prosperous day.

Children flocked to her stall, exchanging ten coins for the promise of bright, sugary smiles.

"Consuming excess sugar is detrimental to your teeth."

Even as guardians offered this traditional warning, both the vendor and the children wore wide grins despite the persistent lecture.

Children truly exist in a pitiable state.

They are unable to attain even the minor freedom required to enjoy a stick of candied hawthorn.

Adults, however, fare better.

They possess the liberty to consume as many skewers as they desire and select any variety that strikes their fancy.

"Crunch."

A slice of orange coated in crystallized sugar vanished into her mouth, a perfect harmony of sweet and tart.

Nearby the hawthorn stall, tucked within the shadow of a tree, a girl of indeterminate age gripped her skewers, eating with gusto. The glimpse of her pristine, white teeth seemed to suggest that sugar does not inevitably lead to decay.

While it might not ruin one's teeth, overindulgence in sugar inevitably becomes cloying.

Witness this.

After consuming one and a half sticks, the young girl smacked her lips, paused, and pulled the skewer away from her face.

"What a coincidence."

All of a sudden.

A shadow materialized upon the ground, perfectly aligning with her own, though it appeared fractionally longer in comparison.