I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2255 - 1435: Blaming Me? (Part 2)

"I’m not worried—your little girlfriend is the one who should be."

Lan Peizhi laid bare the facts, while exposing someone's self-absorption.

"Shu Rui? What’s she got to do with it?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback, his mind momentarily blanking out as he questioned doubtfully, "Did she tell you?"

The term "little" got brushed aside completely; considering Lan Peizhi’s maturity and background, it meant nothing.

"Shouldn’t she be concerned?"

Lan Peizhi fired back, her words loaded with implication.

Jiang Chen’s gaze wavered.

He figured it was a private drama between two, yet the real cast turned out much bigger.

On the surface, only Shi Qianxi and Cao Jinse appeared involved, but plenty lurked in the shadows, watching closely.

A wry grin crossed Jiang Chen’s face; now he grasped why the interference defied logic, and he promptly declared, "I’ll handle it."

Regardless of the stakes.

In deals or any situation, projecting assurance comes first.

Even without certainty, act like victory’s assured.

"I doubt you can pull it off."

The retort came bluntly, sparing no feelings—or rather, this was Blood Guanyin’s raw, unbiased verdict.

"I’ll head to Jiuding Group tomorrow."

"You think merely appearing will settle things?"

Jiang Chen fell quiet.

Lan Peizhi’s perception cut sharp as a blade, piercing his secret plans. His earlier boasts all hinted at this mindset. Jinhai was just collateral; no real grudge existed. A sincere apology and letting Cao Jinse blow off steam, and Princess Cao likely wouldn’t nitpick—the core issue would vanish, turning trouble into nothing.

By Jiang Chen’s reckoning, this feud wasn’t a dead end. Yet Lan Peizhi’s following revelation truly jolted him.

"She’s officially offered Jinhai fifty billion to buy Great Wall’s shares. Think her own words will just retract?"

Stunned, Jiang Chen shifted emotionally, exclaiming, "No way that’s real."

"You had no clue?"

His surprise caught her off guard too, and she nodded in realization, "Explains why you’re still sipping drinks."

Chaos swirled in Jiang Chen’s head, finally hitting him with the gravity.

No surprise Lan Peizhi pressed him so hard.

Mere pouting from Cao Jinse? No biggie—venting would fix it.

The real terror: her move stemmed from cool, calculated resolve.

If so.

Things looked grim indeed.

Impulsive choices flip easily, but deliberate ones? Hardly.

"Who spilled that?"

Hearing his naive query, Lan Peizhi’s patience snapped at last.

"Idiot!"

"..."

The scolding left Jiang Chen dazed, then it clicked.

Who else?

Had to be Li Shuru passing it on.

And Li Shuru’s source?

None other than Shi Qianxi.

The pair stuck tight, hiding it solely from him—talk about humiliating.

Like a crude comparison.

Emperor blind to harem schemes, learning from a courtier—pure joke material.

"Can’t be."

Jiang Chen muttered, almost self-deluding.

Lan Peizhi hadn’t figured this fool still clueless about reality; she pegged his "innocence" right.

"I figured you knew women inside out."

"..."

Praise or jab?

"I never got them."

Ignorance sparking such tempests?

Drawing envy from elite ladies?

Truly clueless—should the women blush, or he?

Silence lingered there briefly before a voice broke through, "Thwarting Jinhai’s land grabs looks like Xiang Zhuang’s sword dance. Cao Jinse aimed straight for shares Jinhai holds from the start."

Enlightenment dawned on Jiang Chen.

"Those shares mean that much to her?"

"Snagging Jinhai’s stake makes her Great Wall’s top shareholder."

Lan Peizhi spoke neutrally, relaying cold facts.

What?

Shock hit Jiang Chen.

Did Lan Peizhi have skin in the game too, meddling beyond friendships?

Even if she did.

Totally made sense.

Great Wall lagged behind giants like Jiuding Group now, but its talent shone bright with huge potential—interest was expected.

"You don’t want her grabbing Jinhai’s shares either?"

Jiang Chen blurted, "Even selling to her for top spot, she won’t control decisions."

Jinhai’s shares versus Cao Jinse’s shifted balance slightly, not drastically.

Jinhai’s portion was tiniest, modest stake; her gaining it wouldn’t hit 51% dominance—as long as he and Lan Peizhi united, Great Wall stayed shared, no solo reign.

No name change for Great Wall post-deal.

"Sharp with numbers, aren’t you."

"What’s off about that?"

Curiosity gnawed at Jiang Chen; neither Lan Peizhi nor Cao Jinse let feelings rule—or rather, they thrived on pure logic, decisions free of sentiment—yet logically, Lan Peizhi should align more with Cao Jinse over Jinhai, no?

Back then.

Meeting Cao Jinse came via her hookup.

Deeper he pondered, more muddled; more logic, more knots.

No reply came from her end, so Jiang Chen dropped it, "What’s our move now?"

Fully grasping the peril, he sought aid without pride, ditching his bold solo-fix claim.

"Weren’t you brimming with confidence?"

Jiang Chen gave a helpless chuckle, "I didn’t know she coveted Jinhai’s shares; you’re aiding yourself too. Once Jinhai folds, other shares could be next."

Joking’s fine.

But think first.

Clearly, Jiang Chen hadn’t.

"That’s future worries."

Lan Peizhi stood firm; her initiative call signaled position, yet after Boss Jiang’s quip, she pulled back a notch.

"How’s that fair."

Jiang Chen shot back quick, "I met her thanks to your intro."

Meaning what?

Blame-shifting now?

"My fault?"

Though out of sight, menace crackled through the line, chilling spines, air turning frosty.

Hmm.

Opposite Lan Peizhi narrowed eyes.

She’d reined in feelings throughout, great poise, but never dreamed talk swinging her way.

Yes, she linked them.

But no sage predicts all.

Back at intro time, who’d guess today’s mess?

"No blame on you."

Catching his gaffe, Jiang Chen backpedaled fast; small mercy—she stayed in East Sea, sparing him another thrashing.

"Regret it? Clear it with Cao Jinse; she’d forgive, you two go strangers-with-history."

As Jiang Chen opened mouth, a "beep" cut him—the call dropped.

Frozen grin on, Jiang Chen lowered his phone slow, tempted to slap himself silly.

Fine.

One crisis barely ebbs, next surges.

Here unresolved, East Sea brews fresh storm.

Why him always?

While top time-masters strut carefree, he’s hemmed by iron saints and dark mothers...