I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2260 - 1439: The First Bouquet of Roses

"Miss!"

Some thirty minutes afterward.

The office door burst open following Youmao's excited yell.

Cao Jinse, not purposely lingering in wait, glanced up upon hearing the noise. A flicker of surprise hit her first, then her features turned stormy.

What came into her view?

There stood the fellow fond of hide-and-seek games at last, and most strikingly, clutching a bunch of vibrant crimson roses.

What an entrance full of flair.

Straight out of a soap opera scene.

Cao Jinse remained seated at her desk, silent.

The man wearing a strained grin grew even more uneasy spotting her shifted look.

He'd realized from the start she wouldn't buy into it, possibly even rebounding against him, yet that little bunny stuck to such showy notions.

"Miss, Jiang Chen has arrived! See these gorgeous blooms!"

Youmao stayed blissfully unaware of the heavy mood in the room, immersed in her bubble.

"Mm, they're pretty nice. Bought them for her?"

Cao Jinse replied offhandedly.

To her surprise, Youmao caught no hint of trouble and promptly answered, "No way! Jiang Chen got these especially for you, Miss."

Backfire potential aside, the gesture held pure goodwill.

"Hand them over."

Youmao snatched the bouquet from his grasp, scanned the area, and muttered, "Where to place these?"

Relieved as if shedding a scorching coal, Jiang Chen let out a quiet breath once the roses left his hold. While he steadied himself, Princess Cao cut in,

"What a squander."

Eh?

Her voice held a cool edge, yet far milder than his worst fears.

He'd braced for her commanding Youmao to chuck the flowers right away.

Deep down, Princess Cao upheld "decorum."

"Ten bucks each, cheap stuff."

"..."

Cao Jinse's face stiffened anew at the bluntly honest reply.

Angry?

Not quite.

The stalling ploy worked wonders.

Stubborn types face escalating fury from "cold treatment," but rational minds occasionally snap yet regain composure with time.

Thus, watching the straightforward man admit the roses cost a mere ten bucks apiece stirred only faint mirth and exasperation in Princess Cao.

Naturally.

Had he strolled in bare-handed casually thirty minutes prior, Princess Cao's response could've flipped completely.

Ladies adore flowers.

Youmao's take might lack precision, but it held some truth.

No matter their tastes, few despise them outright.

"What matter brings you to meet me today?"

Perfectly timed, Youmao occupied herself fussing over the under-two-hundred-buck arrangement, clearing the room for privacy without interruptions. Cao Jinse dove into the point.

"If you're free, I've got a topic to discuss."

"Speak."

Cao Jinse gave a nod, then added, "Have a seat."

Jiang Chen strode boldly to the desk, drew back a chair, and settled opposite her.

"Planning to buy out Jinhai's stake in Great Wall?"

No skirting issues.

Exposed in his evasion game, he turned direct.

"Mm, any issue?"

Cao Jinse shot back, poised utterly calm as her gaze met Jiang Chen's without a ripple.

"Jinhai didn't pour massive effort into Great Wall, yet notched real wins. Crossing that bridge and torching it seems unfair—could draw widespread backlash."

"A fresh spin on gains without the grind."

Cao Jinse inclined her head graciously, holding back ire and even curving her lips faintly. "Fair point. Jinhai poured fifty billion into Great Wall at the start, bearing real risks. Fine, make it one hundred billion. A doubled return in two years ought to cover it."

Viewed as a loan, that's ample—rivals high-interest rates.

Business math, though, ignores loan logic.

"Three hundred billion."

Jiang Chen countered sharply, cutting straight to it.

Cao Jinse's eyes narrowed a touch.

Upping from fifty to one hundred billion granted him fifty billion in respect, though shy of Great Wall's live valuation.

Three hundred billion matched Jinhai's holdings' current worth closely.

Sure.

Normally, Jinhai wouldn't offload Great Wall shares for three hundred billion, aware of ongoing climbs—even newbies avoid early exits.

Jinhai's spot diverged from norms now.

Cashing out at peak price risked little loss; fifty billion ballooned to three hundred meant two hundred fifty billion profit. Plus, three hundred billion liquid fueled the Kyoto new energy factory build immensely—cash that size packs punch.

For Cao Jinse too, snagging rising assets at market rate proved a safe bet fitting her aims, merely hiking the bill slightly.

Not pure mutual gain.

Still, mentally palatable for both, preserving core etiquette.

"...Can't scrape that sum together."

After scrutinizing him moments, Princess Cao replied evenly, masking her inner workings.

Quite the quip.

Shortfall or not, her Kyoto University professor brother stood ready.

However.

Princess Cao likely shunned leaning on kin lightly.

"Heaven and Earth Bank will lend it."

Genius!