I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2234 - 1424: Comet Impact

"Are you sure?"

Right at 9:48 AM, moments before 10 o'clock, Jiang Chen picked up a phone call.

"I’m sure."

The response from the other side rang out firmly, even if facial expressions sadly couldn't transmit over the airwaves.

That was Hu Die speaking.

As the mastermind behind a rising global business powerhouse, Boss Jiang naturally grasped the idea of assigning the perfect person for the job—especially since it was no big challenge for him. Why not let Hu Die manage it for better speed and ease?

This also served as a test.

Given how the woman who had crashed in his room last night—and probably still snored away—he'd fail their bond if he missed her clear issue.

Her blatant dodge of the topic screamed trouble: nine out of ten chances, the Kyoto factory plan had hit a snag.

But wasn't it a done deal?

They'd even sent him congrats.

In theory, a powerhouse like Jinhai setting up a second plant in Kyoto should benefit everyone and sail through. Yet after spotting hints last night, Jiang Chen puzzled over it and tasked Hu Die once Director Shi dozed off.

Hu Die delivered fast, reporting back early morning. The instant Boss Jiang heard, mixed feelings surged, and he resisted accepting it.

Her firm repeats crushed any hopeful delusions.

"Hmm."

A single grunt as reply, and when Jiang Chen ended the call, he knew his ex-"corporate spy" had witnessed another spectacle.

Right now, though, he couldn't dwell on Hu Die's vivid inner thoughts.

It wasn't some surprise hurdle or attack on Jinhai Industry. The real meddler was—

Jiuding Group.

Fine then.

No need for hints.

To put it bluntly.

The force choking Jinhai turned out to be the seemingly unlinked Princess Cao.

No,

not totally unlinked.

Though Jiuding held no ties to the land and no rivalry with Jinhai, Princess Cao and Witch Shi were sort of allies—Jinhai being an early backer of Great Wall.

Wasn't this just... backstabbing a buddy out of nowhere?

All human actions trace back to one thing: 'interest'.

How could Princess Cao, who once bankrolled Firefly Medical Center—the roots of Xinghuo—be some antisocial type? Personal reasons had to drive it.

Not business clash? Then pure grudge.

Boss Jiang's reasoning stayed sharp and straightforward, yet the deeper he dug into the facts, the bigger his headache grew.

No surprise those three days felt so peaceful.

The tempest hit.

Jiang Chen let out a slow breath, steadied himself, pocketed his phone, stepped out, and headed into his room.

Time flew past ten.

She ought to be up.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Despite it being his private suite, he knocked instead of barging in with his key.

Boss Jiang courteously rapped before entering; inside, Shi Qianxi had apparently just showered, draped in his oversized bathrobe. Fresh from the bath, her skin glowed rosy, merging with the spotless robe to radiate a captivating allure.

What was that phrase?

'Mornings shine as the day's peak.'

Morning.

Vitality peaks then.

Truth be told, Director Shi showed zero guard up; answering in just that.

Of course.

She knew exactly who knocked.

In the massive Apang Palace, only Mr. Jiang would dare rap.

Door swung open, and with damp hair alluringly tousled, Director Shi shot a look at the intruder, spun gracefully, and sauntered in while toweling her wet locks, all casual and languid.

Nothing hinted at recent failure.

"The bed’s pretty clean, haven’t had any women here?"

As Boss Jiang trailed in and shut the door, this line hit him first.

What poise.

Crisis looming, yet she pried into such trifles.

"Is there a connection between a clean bed and having had women here?"

Boss Jiang queried the unclear bit.

"Not a single woman’s hair."

Director Shi summed it up neatly for all to grasp.

Did she scour the bed on waking?

"You don’t know there’s a job called cleaning?"

Director Shi, hair-drying in progress, pivoted before the sofa and eyed Boss Jiang lazily, "So, you have had women?"

"I have."

Jiang Chen admitted plainly, "Tanki."

Long back, when his Daoist sister first sought his shoulder, she crashed here multiple nights.

"She doesn’t count."

Shi Qianxi shrugged it off; to her, Tanki Liuli barely registered as a rival, unworthy of banter.

Not close friends, but the young Daoist nun struck her as less than female.

Even sans robes, she floated like a true immortal, youthful but carrying a presence dwarfing temple monks.

Sometimes, Shi even pondered introducing her Buddhist mom.

True to form, Blood Guanyin's junior sister.

Both exceptional, polar opposites.