I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2282 - 1451: What a Pity

At the crossroads.

All traffic lights from every direction shone red unexpectedly.

Unbelievable.

Illogical.

Yet Kyoto City residents often spot such strange sights and stay unfazed.

Drivers here thus kept composed—no calls to traffic police about light glitches, no bold crossings; all halted patiently in wait.

As anticipated.

Some thirty seconds passed before a line of black sedans rolled up, barreled through the all-red junction, and right as the tail car cleared the crosswalk, signals clicked back to normal like they detected it. Cars then revved ahead in orderly fashion. The crossroads snapped to routine flow, event erased.

"Where’s Jiang Sang?"

Fujiwara Reiki, aboard the light-commanding convoy, clocked a no-show post fresh talks.

These past days left her excessively "joyful." Evidently medicine-skipping but wrong-dose acting, he stuck like glue, draining host graces bar nightly separations.

"They claimed an urgent matter."

Sakura beside her in the ride answered.

Fujiwara Reiki sensed emptiness.

Bliss vanishing this swift?

Certainly.

She'd expected as much.

Sudden shifts forever breed doubt,

Underrate not woman's mystic gut feel.

Beyond touting tripartite harmony for shared progress, his recent shadowing hid ulterior aims.

Yet precisely which?

Days crammed with nonstop sessions, his tight "tailing" stole all spare moments.

Now curiosity beckons fulfillment.

"Go check if anything interesting has happened in Kyoto recently."

Sakura held still, mute.

Fujiwara Reiki shot her a look, smirking.

Thrusting a tough chore.

Info-hunting lay outside Sakura’s wheelhouse.

Fujiwara Reiki peered outward via tinted pane, eyeing roadside folk bowing homage.

"Seagull?"

No bridge-burning post-passage; the ford lies uncrossed still. Reviving years-shelved three-party trade pact defies days' work. Fresh talks done, true emergency yanked him away first.

"Hmm, definitely not groundless rumors; Seagull’s top brass have already entered the capital for meetings with officials. But the news hasn’t been released yet."

Unlike midway entrant Jinhai, Seagull pioneered electric autos. New energy nascent-born, it braved tempests sinking peers, reigning supreme in the field. Electric sales tally five million, snagging hefty foreign slices. Backbone to Shen Zhou Automobile's world push.

Regardless.

Jinhai genius or not, Seagull wields decades-deep savvy. Brilliance yields to time-honed skill; million-car sales forge iron base. Jinhai pursuit no mad fancy, demands patience though.

Reason Shi Qianxi hustles second-factory drive.

Electric vehicles outgrew wild brawls, now pure Darwinian cull. Slack precision in grabbing turf spells eternal bye-bye.

Timing rules all.

Pie's size fixed—crowded table shrinks shares.

Business scoffs at Kong Rong pear-yields.

Old guards quashing new blood? Standard play—who deems trade elder-reverence?

Nor true sabotage always.

Jinhai craves second plant; foes scale freely too.

Narrow-path showdown: raw contest.

Might makes victor.

"Such quick action."

Rivalry Jiang Chen grasps, yet timing piques deep. Seagull dive now—blind luck on Jinhai blueprint, or factory plot long brewed?

Mere impulse...

Colossal ventures brew slow.

"Could she be behind it?"

Cafe-bound, Director Shi—Kyoto-sojourned half-month—poised legs crossed, visage firm unyielding.

Upstairs SKP: paupers' inferno, elites' elysium.

Jiang Chen stayed quiet, not dodging the issue, but because he felt unsure.

Not even he, and likely not Cao Jinse herself, could completely understand the full extent of Jiuding Group’s activities. He abruptly doubted if Jiuding had any stakes in Seagull.

"Truly sly, having Seagull grab that land right now, which blocks all backlash and stops anyone from badmouthing her."

Shi Qianxi lifted her coffee cup. Her face stayed icy, yet her emotions remained steady. Following her talk with Li Shuru, she saw that this went beyond merely Jinhai or herself.

Forcing her way into Jinhai’s second factory plan as Princess Cao would mainly harm images, yet deploying Seagull to push forward turns it all proper.

Proper rivalry in business offers zero room for complaints.

Jinhai itself lacks any retort.

"No need to hurry."

Jiang Chen reassured her.

"I’m not in a hurry."

Shi Qianxi sipped her coffee slowly, showing real composure.