I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2231 - 1422: What’s Making You So Happy? (2)

With a warm smile, District Chief Chen remarked, "Director Shi likely doesn’t visit Kyoto frequently, so why not seize this chance to sample our northern dishes and check if they please your palate? Once the factory gets built, Director Shi will surely drop by often."

"Then I’ll happily take you up on that."

Negotiations flowed seamlessly, as both parties delved into profound and cordial opinion-sharing, hammering out key accords. They naturally shifted to the feast stage, meticulously following protocols, with guests and hosts alike reveling in the delight.

"Director Shi, shall we gear up for the building phase?"

The Kyoto negotiation crew brimmed with joy, fully grasping how vital erecting the factory was for the firm’s strategy.

With the deal inked and announced, Morning Light and Jinhai would rocket to fresh peaks. Late to the race though they were, a rapid stride could still snag them the lead spot!

Her top team buzzing with excitement brought a grin to Shi Qianxi’s lips.

"Keep cool, we’ll cheer once the land’s secured."

"A few days at most, right?"

Usually, none would dare such informality. Yet Shi Qianxi, mood lifted, refrained from flexing her chairwoman clout. A thought struck her; skipping her team’s lively chat, she whipped out her phone and fired off a text.

"Settled."

She tossed in a cheeky emoji too.

Director Shi stayed swamped, much like Boss Jiang. Spending a day with her was his carve-out from chaos.

The room fee hadn’t gone to waste. Boss Jiang lingered, savoring a cozy night solo at the farm stay, on a spacious bed perfect for one. No cramping during flips, just the frogs’ chorus like a gratis outdoor symphony.

Post-rise, Jiang Chen grabbed breakfast before ambling off, fielding Princess Cao’s call en route.

The three-day limit had elapsed.

No dodging required anymore.

Thus, he openly hit accept.

Princess Cao’s tone filled the car speakers.

"Where are you?"

Steady and tranquil.

Lacking any odd vibe.

"On the road. What’s going on?"

Boss Jiang’s tone held firm too.

"Weren’t you meeting Geng Zhida? Where’s he at?"

Jiang Chen got it.

Right.

He’d set up today’s huddle with the Geng clan’s sole heir to hash out ’nation’s tomorrow’ stuff, nearly slipped his mind.

"Heading there now."

Princess Cao proved direct as ever; she skipped prying and let it drop.

Call done, Jiang Chen sped up, hitting Great Wall Group in two-thirds the usual time.

Princess Cao truly was his top ally, patching his slips. The delayed Boss Jiang slipped right into her office, finding her hosting Geng Family’s second son, now Hengsheng Real Estate’s boss.

"Mr. Jiang."

Geng Zhida overlooked the delay, beaming a welcome.

Geng’s second young master appeared ever more vigorous and lively, touchdown secure.

"Apologies, overslept a tad."

Though Hengsheng Group was snapped up, timeliness stayed essential courtesy; hubris spelled downfall.

"Not late rising, late crashing, huh?"

Sneer echoed through the room.

Glance over: none but Youmao lounging on the couch.

Jiang Chen ignored it, Geng Zhida playing along silently.

Meant as private talk, but in Princess Cao’s domain, relocating felt awkward.

"I called you here about incorporating kindergartens into the residential projects’ amenities."

Jiang Chen grabbed a seat at the desk.

Geng Zhida came ready: "Ongoing builds can tweak designs easily, but near-finish or handed-over ones would face hurdles and extra costs for kindergarten additions."

"Take it easy. Start with fitting mid-to-large sites, advance gradually. Blanket rollout would strain funds heavily."

Props where earned.

Jiang Chen merited an Oscar for his pitch-perfect act.

Geng Zhida and Princess Cao bought it hook, line, sinker.

Geng Zhida nodded without thinking, Princess Cao pondering away.

She clocked the budget squeeze, hinting at feasibility.

Exactly.

This had zilch to do with her—just one man’s fixation, self-funded. No skin off her wallet, so Princess Cao held back, watching quietly.

"Calculations show 86 qualifying complexes right now."

Hengsheng Group’s scale shone.

Vast holdings for sure.

Spanning the nation, or near enough in major spots.

Any lesser outfit, even with Boss Jiang’s fiery zeal, would sweat buckets more.

"Launch with these 86 as batch one."

Straight-faced.

Quintessential rich-guy flex.

Short on credentials yet, Princess Cao piped up.

"Pilot on 86 sites—what’s the startup bill?"

Geng Zhida answered gravely, "Rough total: just over 200 million for builds alone, excluding runtime costs post-opening."

Build fees lock in.

Real drag? Endless ops costs piling up.

86? Mere sliver.

Forget nationwide hoods. Hengsheng boasts 1,000+!

"These 86 fit best, so cheapest start. Future outlays climb."

Cao Jinse chimed.

Geng Zhida agreed, "Spot on."

Cao Jinse went mum.

Jiang Chen eyed her over the desk.

Princess Cao should plot courses; finance background like Little Bai maybe?

"Mr. Jiang, best to mull this. Education’s no one-off—it’s perpetual load."

"Hengsheng Group endured flak for fund misuse and stalled builds. Some rebound, but distrust festers. To flip the script on rep, shift views, and rebirth Hengsheng as thriving entity, free kindergartens shine bright."

Two "sustainability" drops.

Worlds apart in vibe.

Geng Zhida eyed Princess Cao, grin wry.

Not the cash snag.

But him vs. Mr. Jiang? Night and day.

Gengs packed wealth once...

One dreams graft and flight, the other societal good...

Geng Zhida zoned out briefly, emotions swirling.

"Any other views?"

"You all."

His cash, yet Boss Jiang showed Princess Cao full deference.

Princess Cao stayed quiet.

She sensed limits sharp. Prior input was bold enough; no more yapping.

Yet plain to see.

Her soft nudge at lavish Boss Jiang showed no real grudge.

Princess Cao quiet, Geng Zhida naturally concurred, this boon aiding masses with Hengsheng prime gainer.

"Mr. Jiang’s call stands; I thank you for Hengsheng Real Estate’s sake."

"Beep..."

Message ping rang out.

No formal meet, no silencing needed.

Jiang Chen checked his phone—Director Shi’s note.

A grin broke unbidden; he thumbed a thumbs-up back. Looking up, Princess Cao’s calm gaze met his.

"What’s up, why the grin?"