I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2252 - 1434: Revelation

When the king decrees that his subjects must die, they can only obey without question.

Fine.

That's overstating it a bit.

Chaos inevitably follows any massive catastrophe. Moreover, Myanmar itself is a true dragon's pool and tiger's den, where most ordinary folks enter and never come back out. In moments like these, caution is essential before making a move.

Yet she is Hu Die.

Confronted with departure from home, no fear or bitterness stirred in her; only a faint regret lingered for missing the full spectacle.

However.

Let's see the positive side.

This isn't some brief tale; it might get abruptly halted like an unfinished series one day, but it's bound to unfold as a vast, epic saga. It won't wrap up anytime soon; at worst, it's just the end of a season.

A second season will come, then a third...

Each one equally exciting to anticipate.

She raised the crystal glass to her mouth, a faint smile curving Hu Die's lips.

"What are you smiling about?"

Boss Jiang's sharp eyes spotted her subtle expression, perhaps releasing a bit of his irritation.

Caught off guard, Hu Die didn't bother denying it. After all, with her imminent "flight to freedom," there was no point in excessive restraint.

"The labor law doesn't forbid smiling midway through."

What skill.

Having endured a jail ordeal, she'd evolved, transforming from a bold troublemaker into one savvy enough to wield labor laws for her protection.

"Labor law remains labor law."

Jiang Chen fired back confidently, just like those ruthless capitalists who discard workers without a thought.

That said.

If everyone strictly followed labor laws, society would descend into disorder?

Who'd endure 996 or 007 schedules?

Without workhorses or oxen, how could the elite savor their luxurious existences?

"Is Mr. Jiang planning to cut my pay?"

Hu Die's straightforward reply shut down the exchange effortlessly.

The bold Boss Jiang instantly backed off.

Exactly.

Your handling of staff.

Stays as a private company affair.

Labor laws can't meddle.

All justifications come from whoever issues the paychecks.

But the key problem is.

He hasn't handed her a single cent yet!

She's labored entirely on her own accord so far.

Jiang Chen let out a quiet laugh, shook his head, and resumed his drink.

"Hu Die? Aren't you supposed to be leaving?"

A voice filled with shock and joy rang out.

Jiang Chen glanced over, curiosity piqued unexpectedly.

The arrival boasted thick makeup and trendy clothes, decked in jewelry, her body pear-shaped...

Isn't this

Luckie?

"Oh my, I fretted over you endlessly, but you're just spouting nonsense! Claiming you'd head off to distant lands, yet here you are, cozying up!"

Luckie stayed true to form, and despite their prior chance meeting, spotting Hu Die—who she'd bid goodbye to—she brimmed with delight and rushed closer.

"Explain yourself, what is this about!"

Her delicate strappy heels looked ready to snap under pressure.

Yet with Luckie's wealth, those shoes were surely built tough.

She fixed her gaze on the abruptly present Hu Die, so intent that she ignored the fellow at Hu Die's side—no check if he was youthful or seasoned.

Jiang Chen observed in silence, unmoving. Luckie's display rang genuine.

Could someone like Hu Die truly have companions?

"I never claimed I'd depart right away."

Hu Die met the reunion with composure, showing no thrill.

"Heh."

Luckie scoffed in disbelief, then intentionally eyed the nearby man, "If you've snagged a guy, own up to it—I wouldn't stand in your way, no need to..."

Halfway through, she finally made out the man's features clearly.

Her face stiffened at once, plump red lips shaping an adorable "O".

"What a coincidence."

Jiang Chen offered a courteous smile.

Hu Die looked over.

"It's you?!"

Luckie's eyes quivered, her once-vibrant poise turning awkward. Clearly, not only the female bartender recalled Boss Jiang vividly; she did too.

"You two know each other?"

Jiang Chen seized control once more.

Though both women likely yearned to inquire.

"I..."

Luckie, usually silver-tongued, faltered suddenly.

"Lou Meili, president of Qicai Technology."

Hu Die interjected, appearing unsurprised, even foreseeing their acquaintance, yet she proactively introduced: "This is Mr. Jiang."

Whether Luckie caught her purpose was unclear, but Jiang Chen fully understood Hu Die's point.

It appeared Luckie shared a unique bond with this shadowy dancer named butterfly.

Who claims shadows lack friends?

Who insists shadows feel no sentiments?

Though forging ties might challenge someone like Hu Die, Luckie's brazen nature proved irresistibly magnetic—Jiang Chen recognized her allure well.

"Mr. Jiang, I never got to apologize properly for that previous incident."

Luckie, truly Lou Meili, shed her stiffness, offering a genuine, remorseful apology.

Hu Die stayed quiet, seemingly beyond mortal curiosities like gossip.

"No issue at all; I ought to thank President Lou for the beverage."

Jiang Chen stayed cool, as debonair and captivating as that evening, graceful and magnetic.

His innate poise in every move outshone those bar show-offs.

"Haha."

Luckie mustered a grin, stripped of her earlier phone-waving haughtiness; her curvaceous form now radiated the soft charm of Jiangnan ladies.

"Mr. Jiang, put all tabs here on me."

"Deal."

Jiang Chen accepted without hesitation, boldly casual. Since it wasn't their initial encounter, and he wasn't shy about his kept-man vibe, Luckie knew his exceptional style perfectly.