I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2286 - 1453: Leaning Against the Railing

Kyoto features not just seven rings but also a teeming population numbering in the millions.

In a setting like this, the odds of a random encounter aren't any higher than stumbling upon Ultraman somewhere in the cosmos.

Therefore, when Song Chaoge stepped closer, Jiang Chen—who had just "accidentally tossed away trash"—showed zero surprise.

The plain sticky note was already nowhere to be seen.

Young Master Song, predictably, had no clue about the importance of that little piece of paper. He gazed at Jiang Chen's isolated silhouette by the railing, grinning widely, clueless about his own source of joy.

The brief littering incident was swiftly overlooked; tiny errors hardly count in the bigger picture, don't they?

Even if you twist the annals of world history, doesn't eternal fame still endure?

"Does Brother Jiang have something weighing on him?"

He imitated Jiang Chen by turning back toward the Yongding River, elbows propped on the railing.

Only half a body's width separated the two.

"Couldn't sleep, so came to chat with Young Master Song. Hope it's not disturbing you?"

"Not at all. I never go to bed early anyway."

Everyone needs a confidant or two in life.

Much like Su Dongpo and Zhang Huaimin, restless through the night.

"Is Young Master Song here by himself?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head for a look at him, while scanning the surroundings too.

Sure enough, he was solo.

"Isn't Brother Jiang here alone as well?"

"With your high status, Young Master Song, you ought to stay more vigilant."

"Brother Jiang, don't you fit that description too?"

Song Chaoge quipped playfully.

Jiang Chen responded coolly and steadily, "But I can fight."

"..."

Song Chaoge found himself at a loss for words.

Fair enough.

A guy with a proven fight history: solo ride over a thousand miles at first, even odds against the Young Prince in Yunfu, endured trials with Blood Guanyin in Korea, dazzled as a War God in an elevator brawl that stunned Seoul.

Afterward, he honed his fighting skills and stamina even more.

When it came to one-on-one combat,

Song Chaoge knew he'd be no match and get utterly dominated.

Hearing that casual boast, Song Chaoge's grin faltered briefly, a flicker of caution in his eyes that vanished in an instant.

"Does Brother Jiang know how to swim? Back in high school, I took the swimming title at the sports festival."

Swimming?

A fair playing field indeed.

Their chat veered slightly off course.

Still, thinking about it,

Do high school sports events even include swimming?

Sha City High School, a top provincial academy, certainly didn't.

"Young Master Song must be kidding. Jumping from here, swimming skills won't help; better to summon rescuers and an ambulance right away."

Who claims souls with spark are rare as one in a million?

Right here on Yongding Bridge, two such souls gathered.

Song Chaoge burst into laughter, the breeze carrying it further into delight.

"Brother Jiang's got a point; we better watch our step to avoid tumbling in."

What defines a true confidant?

Not always a buddy, often your rival or foe instead.

The bond between these two men—destined by ordinary paths never to cross—brimmed with drama and unexpected turns. Just as reconciliation seemed near, a sharp pivot hit.

But neither was ordinary, so emotions stayed hidden. Jiang Chen leaned his arms on the rail, face relaxed as ever.

"Sometimes I truly feel Young Master Song resembles me a lot."

"Oh?"

"Doesn't Young Master Song sense it too?"

Whether Song Chaoge caught the subtext or not, he replied politely, "How could I measure up to Brother Jiang? You're so captivating."

He got it, clearly.

As anticipated.

With his sharp wits, how could he miss it?

It just hinted he's the "dog-licking" sort.

When did devotion turn into a punchline?

Hold on.

When did the world flip so strangely?

Wasn't this Boss Jiang's old inner thought?

Elites acting like simps, real simps turning into studs?

Has physics broken down?

"So Young Master Song envies me?"

Though countered, Jiang Chen stayed steady, his broad presence unshaken like the sea.

Song Chaoge, taken aback, paused before his smile grew broader.

"Not envious."

"Would Brother Jiang want anyone envying his present state?"

Hit where it hurt, Jiang Chen fell quiet for a beat, then let out a slow breath toward the ceaseless Yongding River, lips curving faintly upward.

"Young Master Song and I have just forged a cooperation; isn't it rather insincere of you to strike me while I'm vulnerable so swiftly?"

Cooperation?

It likely alludes to toasting that overbearing Nine-headed Bird from Haojiang.

Boiling the frog in tepid water.

Jiang Chen holds back from casting the net because he's heeding Zhuge Xi, the Heaven and Earth Bank President's counsel.

Those ingredients remain out of the pot simply because the moment hasn't arrived for the richest flavor, with every step advancing methodically.

Viewed from this angle, Jiang Chen's account proved spot on.

The "plump" Nine-headed Bird truly sparked the shift from discord to accord, as grown-ups all grasp that enduring benefits alone persist in this realm.

In response to Jiang Chen's sound rebuke, Song Chaoge displayed cool detachment, his grin steady, poised on the bridge where his features naturally held three hints of roguish allure, truly emanating poise.

"One matter at a time."

Unnoticed until then, the man sans his black-rimmed glasses had spoken up; as forthright as Jiang Chen, he declared bluntly, "I'm acting for Jin Se, not aiming at anybody. Brother Jiang understands—Jin Se and I grew up together; if she faces difficulty, I won't stand idly by."

His words stood impeccable, leaving no room for counter, yet he bolstered them with further backing.

"Just like Lawyer Fang means to Brother Jiang—when trouble befalls her, doesn't Brother Jiang hasten to assist without delay?"