I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2240 - 1427: What Are You Trying to Do?!

"Miss, why must you handle everything personally? Isn’t Jiang Chen right there in Kyoto? Why come yourself?"

Upon learning of yet another Great Wall Group meeting, Youmao couldn’t help feeling it was unfair to Princess Cao.

Great Wall isn’t fully Miss’s company, nor is she the biggest shareholder. Simply because she’s a Kyoto local, does that force her to labor endlessly without complaint?

Isn’t this exploiting someone too upright?

"He can’t manage it."

"This he can’t do, that he can’t do—what exactly can he handle then?"

Frustration surged in Youmao, her local dialect emerging amid the agitation.

Cao Jinse stayed quiet, steering into the open parking lot before Great Wall Building and claiming the reserved space.

Youmao, perched regally in the rear, flung open the door and leaped out, still grumbling nonstop.

"Miss, you’re far too nice. Dealing with men requires a firm hand, no softness..."

Cao Jinse automatically blocked her out and strode into the structure.

"President Cao."

"Where."

The board secretary neared with a strange glint in his gaze, swiftly hidden, and bowed politely. "Please, this way."

From its founding, Great Wall Group expanded swiftly. Its headquarters gleamed with splendor and scale, boasting endless conference rooms. When the secretary swung open a door for them, Youmao trailed her miss inside and was stunned to see the space barren and vacant.

What’s the implication here?

Should Miss wait around for them?

Stirred by the recent balmy weather, Youmao’s ire began to boil.

Outrageous!

How dare they all pick on Miss like this?

Right as her temper threatened to erupt—despite lacking even entry rights to this room—she spotted a figure quietly positioned at the conference table.

That view snuffed out her fury in an instant.

Peering closer, her face shifted more dramatically than the secretary’s, flickering through expressions before landing on one oddly telling.

Fell straight into the snare, huh?

Unlike Youmao’s reaction, Cao Jinse stayed composed, likely already aware of who called this so-called "meeting."

The secretary lingered outside, smartly shutting the door.

Youmao snorted dismissively and advanced deeper into the room alongside Cao Jinse.

Not a Great Wall staffer or shareholder, she’d joined every session Princess Cao attended.

Always, an additional seat appeared next to Princess Cao, lending a touch of nobility.

By Great Wall measures, this room wasn’t the grandest. In this scenario, it suited an elite private gathering—with just three present including Youmao—so size wasn’t an issue. Larger doesn’t mean superior.

The meeting’s starter—or earliest arrival—sat assuredly on the right, observing Princess Cao draw out a chair and settle opposite.

"Idle folk, out."

No seat awaited her today, so Youmao eyed a table spot to claim when a casual comment rang out.

"Who’s the idle one?"

Youmao, clueless about decorum particularly against foes, fired back at once, arching brows and wrinkling her petite nose, staring daggers across the table.

Truth be told, her looks and manner made any "fierceness" harmless, yet Youmao held one edge.

Fearlessness defined her; she backed her words with action.

A nod from Cao Jinse, and no barrier could hold her back.

Shi Qianxi fell silent.

Hmph.

No need to bicker with a kid.

"Step out for now."

Cao Jinse instructed.

Youmao gaped in disbelief, whipping her head around.

Leave her alone?

What if things turned violent?

Yet Miss brushed her off, already seated.

Noting Miss wouldn’t retract the command, Youmao grudgingly complied despite her fury.

Defying now would be ridiculous.

Casting a "warning" glare, Youmao curbed her rage and pivoted to exit, tossing a final remark.

"I’m just outside. Miss, shout if anything goes wrong."

Tch.

What a reassuring vibe.

"Why does she assume you’d get pushed around?"

With Youmao gone, Shi Qianxi regarded the opposite woman steadily and remarked.

Opening salvo of the clash.

She deemed her delivery flawless, thoroughly pleased with it.

Cao Jinse reclined casually against the chair, radiating ease. After all, versus newcomer Shi Qianxi, Great Wall was her turf.

Naturally.

Sure, the rival pulled minor ploys, tilting the field a bit.

Still.

Irrelevant.

Facts stand firm.

Petty maneuvers can’t veil reality; they merely fool the self.

"The little bunny’s instincts are sharp. Maybe Miss Shi unsettled her."

Shi Qianxi narrowed her eyes, then chuckled softly.

"Never thought President Cao had such a witty side."

Partners in Shen Zhou, yet one got "Miss Shi" while the other earned "President Cao."

Distant.

Utterly distant.

Makes sense, though.

Their direct encounters were rare, countable on fingers, and this unbuffered face-off was a first.

Unsure if that someone’s at Great Wall today. He ought to join, since Director Shi and Princess Cao’s votes alone won’t hit 50%, no matter the topic.