I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2238 - 1426: Heehee~

Truly, a company's scale shouldn't excuse random bullying, but honestly, Jinhai isn't some weakling that can be trifled with easily.

Director Shi ordered her team to stay on high alert, while Shi Qianxi didn't slack off either.

Typically, big corporations hold their own "home ground." In Kyoto, Jinhai counts as an "outsider," yet its massive presence can't be ignored. Home advantage or not, its steady impact remains unshakable.

The economic foundation shapes the upper structure.

In truth, this logic works both ways.

The crisis hit abruptly, yet Director Shi, standing for Jinhai, kept her cool amid the storm. She tapped powerful networks and ample resources, striving to negotiate and seek resolutions.

With such a huge project at stake, time slipped away like grains of sand. A full week had passed since Shi Qianxi's previous talk with the district authorities.

— Meaning.

More patience was required.

"Mom."

When Director Shi, displaying remarkable poise, got a call from her mother, she merely tightened her lips.

She could hold steady a workforce of a hundred thousand, but hiding from her parents was impossible.

She felt a bit surprised that Mom called first.

"Is there still no news?"

"It should be soon."

"So confident?"

"Isn’t this what you taught me? No matter what, never give up; at worst, start over."

Shi Qianxi smiled faintly, "Even if the deal collapses, worst case, we'll just move elsewhere. The North has plenty of space with ideal spots. If Kyoto rejects us, other places will surely embrace us."

"It’s good that you can think this way."

Meng Meiling appeared satisfied with her daughter's mindset, standing apart from ordinary rich wives. Jinhai Industry's current stature owes at least half to this elegant matriarch of Jinhai.

Shi Qianxi's unyielding nature and firmness stem not only from Shi Zhenhua's lineage; half comes from her mother Meng Meiling's heritage too.

"Do you need a suggestion from me?"

Shi Qianxi paused briefly, then replied, "Yes, Mom, go ahead."

"Stop wasting time, ditch Kyoto, activate your backup plan, return home, rally the team, and scout a new factory location."

"But we've poured in so much effort. Shouldn't we wait for the outcome?"

Shi Qianxi resisted yielding, much like a pupil who bombed a test but insists on seeing the grade before quitting.

"What outcome? Don't you already sense it in your heart?"

A model of logic, Meng Meiling never hesitated on tough calls, even divorcing her famed husband in her later years. Still, as a mom, she spoke bluntly to her daughter, coming off a touch harsh.

"Mom, do you think I'm doomed to fail?"

"You’re too obstinate."

Meng Meiling's voice stayed flat, "Whether the Kyoto factory succeeds or not won't decide Jinhai's fate or your worth. You're overcomplicating it. Didn't your dad teach you that defeat is life's norm, nothing rare? Lose a thousand times if needed, just claim the final victory."

Shi Qianxi fell into reflection, pondering deeply.

Meng Meiling stayed silent briefly.

"Truth is, your dad's traits run strong in you. Like him, you tend toward all-or-nothing."

"Mom, this isn't about Dad. The choice is entirely mine."

"I shared decades with your dad, and you spent years under his roof too."

That one line silenced Shi Qianxi completely.

"I’m not calling him wrong, or you wrong. But issues have more than one fix."

Meng Meiling spoke evenly, "Half a month in Kyoto suffices—come back now."

"Mom, can't we hold out a little more..."

As anticipated.

Traits don't shift overnight.

Noting her daughter still missed the mark, Meng Meiling's tone softened slightly, "Shi Qianxi, you're no longer a teenage girl. Can't you pick up some emotional savvy? Retreat on your terms now, and you're the wronged party. Linger for their scripted rejection, and you're the defeated one."

Shi Qianxi's face twisted uncomfortably.

Her mother had been considerate enough, sparing her some face.

"Head back today, and Jinhai merely shifts the factory, while your obstructors face backlash."

Shi Qianxi finally grasped it, piecing together insights that eluded her earlier.

"Mom, you're truly perceptive; the divorce from Dad—was it also..."

She'd once pitied her mom, thinking Dad's emotional infidelity wrecked her, prompting the split from the legend.

But now, how was Mom the victim?

She wanted for nothing—riches, liberty, public acclaim—all while commanding the ethical edge.

Not just outsiders.

Even she, the daughter, saw Dad as in debt to Mom.

Recalling Dad's near-mute reactions to critiques brought chills.

Frightening in hindsight.

"Mom has just one demand for you."

Meng Meiling cut in, changing gears, "In business, chase your dad's level; elsewhere, outdo me."

Shi Qianxi opened her mouth, then settled into a profoundly resigned smile.