I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2243 - 1428: What Does It Matter Anyway (2)

Everyone.

Cao Jinse stayed composed, "For example, which individuals?"

Youmao instantly clammed up and let out an innocent chuckle.

"Out with it, what's so funny? Spill it, who deserves a lesson? I want details."

Youmao shook her head playfully, "Miss, whatever do you mean? I'm clueless~"

Cao Jinse lifted her hand.

Youmao instinctively shielded her head, eyes full of woe, "Miss, you've already chewed me out, no need to pick on me more."

In olden days, this maid would be the ultimate flatterer!

Cao Jinse abruptly seized her ear with a tight grip.

"Try spouting nonsense once more!"

"Ow, Miss, I'm sorry I messed up..."

Youmao winced in agony.

Cao Jinse ignored her pleas and grabbed both ears with her free hand.

Downstairs.

Shi Qianxi slipped into her car, her complexion draining of color.

She had visited Great Wall Group.

Yet the visit had clearly been a disaster.

"Bang!"

Recalling the recent clash, Shi Qianxi slammed her fist against the steering wheel in fury!

It had been ages since rage like this consumed her.

Had I known earlier.

Better to have skipped the trip!

Reality shows wishes rarely come true.

Prior to the meeting, she had mentally braced herself, weighed every angle, convinced no outcome would hit her too hard.

But reality...

She had misjudged her own limits.

Or overestimated her resilience.

First grabbing that land, then demanding Great Wall shares through extortion—how was that not strangling her and then slapping her cheek?!

Princess Cao's tactics were flawless; despite her inexperience on such matters, she demolished Shi Qianxi's sturdy mental barriers in one go.

Inside the car, Shi Qianxi grabbed her phone.

Meanwhile.

East Sea.

Tianci Capital.

Li Shuru stuck to her routine, holding a standard meeting with Luo Peng and the team, while her desk phone vibrated nonstop.

Unlike Boss Jiang.

Her discipline shone through—phone on silent during sessions.

Spotting the caller, especially Shi Qianxi's name, Li Shuru snatched it up.

"I'll take this outside."

Luo Peng and the rest pressed on with the discussion.

Exiting the boardroom, Li Shuru sought a quiet corner before picking up.

"Sister Qianqian."

From the other line.

Shi Qianxi sounded off, her breathing irregular.

"That Cao woman is way out of line!"

Li Shuru's eyes sharpened briefly, then she soothed, "Sister Qianqian, cool it, what went down?"

Initially.

Shi Qianxi hadn't meant to escalate, as it would embarrass her too; that's why she'd turned down help earlier.

But the bold provocation ignited her temper.

So I'm just a pushover.

Being squeezed dry like a lemon, huh?

Don't assume backing from that guy lets you strut and claim triumph!

"She meddled in Jinhai's Kyoto factory project, halting it cold, and moments ago, she brazenly offered fifty billion for my Great Wall shares. Pure theft!"

"Did Sister Qianqian face her?"

"Yeah, just now."

"Why keep it from me?"

"No need to drag you in."

Not mere words; Director Shi had stood firm before, refusing to involve allies even when her dad urged her to push ahead alone. But circumstances shift fast.

"Shuru, she's probing now; robbery today, maybe lives tomorrow."

What's a teammate for?

To rescue in the clutch.

Time to band together against the foe, not scramble for plans when doom knocks.

"Sister Qianqian, take a breath—Miss Cao can't be that wild and irrational, can she?"

"I once shared your view. Thought all women act alike in love, selfish to the core."

"..."

Li Shuru stayed quiet, maybe stumped for a reply.

When it came to "selfishness," her caller epitomized it.

Still, no fault there.

She meant "every woman" broadly, not pointing fingers.

Even in fury, Director Shi stayed even-handed, no double standards.

"How did Sister Qianqian reply to her?"

"I gave no reply!"

Among friends, and with her past known, no pretense needed.

"You can kill me, but don't shame me; I'd hand shares to a street bum before yielding to her!"

Unyielding spirit!

Though vented hotly, it captured Shi Qianxi's core.

She never endured insults; put simply, she bucks at softness, yields only to force.

Well.

Maybe not even force.

"So what's Sister Qianqian's next move?"

Li Shuru kept her cool.

After all.

Surface clashes between Shi and Cao wouldn't disrupt her East Sea life.

"Worst case, I scrap the Kyoto factory entirely; she won't touch my shares!"

"Kyoto plant is vital for Jinhai, massive stakes."

"I get it. No options left. She cooked up reasons for the land, but Great Wall shares? She'd have to rip them away. If she grabs mine for a buck, I'll concede."

Shi Qianxi meant every word.

Once, a top tycoon—Boss Jiang's compatriot, provincial kingpin—sold his life's work for one dollar; worse followed.

Jail time, family dragged down, total collapse.

Of course.

Ancient history now.

Such woes may linger, but faith endures.

Era marches on.

"Sister Qianqian, it's not hopeless; let's team up for a fix."

Though "not my fight," don't dump it all on her.

Plus.

She reached out.

Old trope.

In calm times, some shield homes for lights to glow.

Without frontline warriors, could she cruise East Sea carefree?

Stand idle now, and in crisis, who'd back her?

"Told him to stay out."

Shi Qianxi grumbled.

Laughter echoed back.

"Sister Qianqian, when did I suggest pulling him in?"

Li Shuru knew "he'" was clear to some, "Anyhow, she might ignore him, stir more mess."

Shi Qianxi grew wary.

If she couldn't handle it, did this one have a hidden ace?

"What's your plan?"

"Great Wall boasts multiple shareholders; targeting Sister Qianqian's stake hits others too. Let's check if they'll allow it."

Shi Qianxi hesitated, then it clicked, stirring complex feelings.

This "sister" of hers.

Lucky she rose from humble roots.

"Lan Peizhi?"

"Exactly. Sister Qianqian, I'll reach out to Miss Lan soon." Li Shuru spoke evenly.

Clever, subtle maneuvering by the flow.

Blood Guanyin's kin still under her roof.

How could she not know the ropes?

Shi Qianxi's eyes flashed as silence fell.

Fine.

With stakes this high.

Crank up the volume,

What's it matter?