I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2233 - 1423: Execution After Autumn (Part 2)

Silence instantly blanketed the atmosphere.

All exchanged puzzled looks among themselves.

As Jinhai's core members, they've navigated endless crises, yet such an event happens infrequently.

After all, who would have the guts to mess with them?

Integrity serves as the cornerstone of character.

Backing out of a promise at the eleventh hour isn't simply a shift in thought—it's outright self-betrayal, utterly shameless...

"How can this be? We've already deployed funds and completed extensive preparations, yet now we must start over—doesn't that render all our work pointless..."

Noticing the chairman likely bore the deepest pain, they cut themselves short.

Grim looks etched every face.

"Why the pessimism? The verdict hasn't come down yet."

Perhaps buoyed by someone's unyielding mindset, Shi Qianxi mustered a faint smile even in this moment.

The chairman, despite his rotten mood, could only force awkward, stiff grins while everyone watched him quietly.

In truth, regular dealings with officials lay it bare.

Official speech stays far from directness.

When statements hit this level.

It's nearly a death knell; the call to wait patiently.

Amounts to nothing but.

A foregone conclusion.

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The Apang Palace, cherished to extremes by sophisticates and masses alike.

The larger-than-life Boss Jiang climbed to the second floor, discovering the "vanished" Director Shi tucked in a corner.

"Sit."

As he drew near, she flashed a smile in greeting, her manner diverging from the norm...

When secluded together, since when had she been so "formal"?

"Why are you alone?"

Boss Jiang settled into a seat.

"Or else, how many should be present?"

S Shi Qianxi responded with a laid-back smile, her lips curving softly and at ease.

Jiang Chen arrived on time this round; she'd only gotten there shortly before.

"You ought to have brought your team. A triumph this big calls for a toast."

"Jinhai never skimps on rewarding contributors." Shi Qianxi's face stayed composed.

Jiang Chen nodded, lifted his glass, "True enough, extra bonuses beat empty gestures any day."

Then he grinned, "With the deal sealed, are you heading back to East Sea soon?"

Dealing with officials marks just the start; hundreds of thousands at the factory demand further action.

"You act like you can't wait for my departure—am I in your way?"

Not exactly.

This marked their first reunion in days.

"I didn't imply that. With such a massive land grab, don't you need to return and direct operations?"

"Cheers."

Shi Qianxi skipped the reply, merely raising her glass.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

After toasting, Jiang Chen sipped the whiskey and set down the crystal tumbler.

"Go ahead."

Alcohol had glossed Director Shi's lips, making them sleek and radiant under the lights.

"From now on, skip naming car models 'Morning Light Two, Morning Light Three'—folks might confuse them for missiles."

Boss Jiang quipped lightly, conveying his delight for her success.

Shi Qianxi got the point and wouldn't misread his intent.

"I name them as I please; some brands draw from Classic of Mountains and Seas—why not call them out?"

"These days, local consumers are far savvier, no longer easy to dupe. As makers, we can't view them as idiots. No matter the hype, it ultimately deceives no one but us."

Boss Jiang shared the counsel sincerely.

Shi Qianxi shrugged it off, "What's with the sudden chattiness?"

Her impatient sipping amused Jiang Chen helplessly.

Speak and it's wrong, stay silent and it's wrong?

He zipped it obediently, acting the perfect drinking buddy, sipping leisurely.

"The ladies here rival celebrities in allure—did you handpick them yourself?"

Why veer off-topic?

Aren't they celebrating?

Jiang Chen denied flatly, "No, Lan Peizhi originally owned this place; I acquired it intact, staff and all—no hands-on from me."

"Never sampled them?"

Shi Qianxi pressed on.

Such bold talk.

Fits her style perfectly.

"No."

Jiang Chen drank steadily, skipping explanations since she wasn't truly tuned in.

"Be real, you know me—I won't spill to Li Shuru."

Hmm.

She does grasp him.

Precisely because she does.

"Don't you know me? I stick to principles."

Jiang Chen radiated genuine uprightness without show, honed by life.

"Hehe～"

Shi Qianxi let out a soft laugh, not aimed at him, tracing the glass rim, tasting the clear liquor, "No man alive stays faithful."

Far too hopeful.

He'd figured this beauty brought glad tidings.

Jiang Chen believed his conduct would paint him fair and even-handed in her eyes, but that was mere fantasy.

As expected.

Biases root deep like peaks.

"Spot the slogan over there?"

Shi Qianxi glanced his way, her smile blooming wide.

"Deep well ice～"

The sign declared — [No gambling, prostitution, drugs]

"That a challenge?"

Jiang Chen lifted his glass casually, posing it offhand.

He'd seen her evolve from spoiled, tantrum-throwing heiress to poised corporate titan.

Thus, he truly understood her.

She smiles constantly, acts normally enough. Yet her "normal" with him feels off-kilter.

"My offer stands: if cash flow tightens, just say the word."

"Money, money, money—can you drop it? Did I fall for you over cash?"

Shi Qianxi snapped back testily.

True enough.

"Is money crass? Countless noble aspirations demand funding to thrive."

Jiang Chen downed his drink, breathing out softly.

"You're sipping liquor now, not tea."

This chided Boss Jiang for excessive polish.

Spot on.

Context matters in talk.

Wouldn't raw gossip on industry taboos fit the vibe?

Shen Zhou's deep drinking traditions demand better.

But as her drinking partner, he deferred to her lead; elegance unappreciated meant switching to gritty truths.

"I've passed word on revamping the new energy vehicle lineup."

Boss Jiang honors pledges without flip-flops; such updates should thrill, but Director Shi appeared indifferent, even irked.

"Just drink."

Reading the room, Jiang Chen clammed up smartly, hoisting his glass, "Fine, cheers."

Director Shi ditched her team tonight, likely with no intent to head home—victory secured, no more constant vigilance required.

Undeniably.

She hadn't pushed limits, unsure if overindulgence played in, but nearly two hours post-last pour, she told Boss Jiang alone.

"Let me crash in your room for a bit."

Given their bond, it barely qualified as asking.

No ulterior dance this time; guiding the tipsy woman inside, she flopped onto the bed, drifting off swiftly—sleep tousled and vulnerable, limbs akimbo, tresses veiling half her features.

Treating him like no stranger.

Or rather.

Not as a male.

Gazing at the defenseless beauty, Jiang Chen knelt, slipped off her stilettos—stockings too sheer to disturb.

He aligned the heels neatly bedside, rose, straightened her posture, draped a light blanket, lingered watching, then gently swept hair from her face, sighing wordlessly.

The once tempestuous vixen, prone to tears and tirades at slights, when had she grown so serene?

Never once overstepping, fulfilling every gentlemanly act, Jiang Chen pivoted, exited the bedroom promptly, shutting the door.

Stillness swiftly claimed the space; silvery moonlight bathed her oval visage, softening her haughty edges into childlike peace, lost in profound slumber.