I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2288 - 1454: A Slightly Dirty Hem
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
"See if there’s any caking."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Shi Qianxi clutched her compact powder with the makeup mirror flipped open, seeking the driver’s take while totally ignoring road safety.
"No caking."
Though she paid no mind, the driver’s sharp safety instincts kept his gaze fixed ahead as he replied.
"You didn’t even glance!"
His casual answer sparked Shi Qianxi’s annoyance. "You rushed off without warning me, wouldn’t wait just a moment, and now..."
It made sense why she rushed her makeup in the car—it wasn’t really her doing.
"You look fine without it."
Beyond safety smarts, the driver knew his way around women. Those few words flipped Shi Qianxi’s irritation straight to joy.
"Oh, stop that."
Despite her words, Director Shi couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips, her real feelings showing as she checked herself once more in the passenger seat’s mirror before snapping it shut happily.
"Who are we off to see? Spill it now."
To Director Shi, this outing had to involve someone key to ending the "business war," explaining her intense prep.
"We’re nearly there."
Jiang Chen held back details still. Minutes passed before the driver-piloted Maybach veered into old Drum Lane, halting before a weathered courtyard home, its door knocker bearing rusty traces of bygone eras.
Before stepping out, Director Shi smoothed her outfit carefully.
Boss Jiang skipped the fuss, popping the door open, striding to the sturdy gate, and rapping the knocker firmly.
"No doorbell they can hear?"
Trailing him, Director Shi muttered softly.
He’s got jokes now.
Jiang Chen stayed unfazed, silent. Not everybody craves or uses today’s gadgets.
After half a minute, a creaky groan sounded as one courtyard door swung inward, showing a middle-aged woman of unremarkable looks.
Clad in rough cloth.
It suited the yard just right.
Yet clashed hard with modern days.
Bear in mind.
Owning a place like this in Kyoto means even the help outranks most folks.
Spotting Jiang Chen, the plainly dressed woman offered a faint smile, then pivoted without a word or question, signaling them inside.
Jiang Chen kept his cool, advancing steadily.
Shi Qianxi followed reluctantly, giving his sleeve a discreet tug.
Yet he offered no word.
In the main courtyard.
Shi Qianxi froze mid-step.
Fine then.
No questions needed.
There sat her "fellow townswoman," legs crossed on a pearwood seat, hands on knees, wrapped in flowing white robes. Eyes shut, yet instantly recognizable!
Taking in some morning sun?
Early as it was, no fear of darkening her skin?
Don’t bother guessing women’s minds.
Their thoughts skip logic, often baffling even themselves.
The guide didn’t announce them, just led to the spot and slipped away quietly.
Shi Qianxi’s face shifted through emotions, hand itching to twist someone’s side, but he stepped ahead just in time, dodging it.
Likely catching the footfalls, the sun-soaked, snow-white Blood Guanyin lifted her lids.
Right then.
Like a flawless artwork gaining its last brushstroke.
Even Shi Qianxi got mesmerized, drawn in by another woman—a senior one at that.
"What’s the matter?"
Lan Peizhi cut straight to it, her haloed glow outlining her brilliantly.
Swap the pearwood for a lotus throne below.
Pure Guanyin come to earth.
"Come here."
As Jiang Chen drew close, he called her over.
#*&@$%!
Curses raced through her head unspoken, but Shi Qianxi mustered a grin, dragging her feet forward.
Her original scheme?
Just watch and let things play out. Who knew this guy would lure her here wordlessly.
Truth be told.
She’d pick the Cao girl over this "townswoman" any day.
Lan Peizhi’s eyes landed on her, so Shi Qianxi pasted on a smile, sidled up to the culprit, and offered greetings.
"Miss Lan."
Crossing the Cao girl meant no death sentence, but tangling with this one spelled real danger.
Hailing from East Sea herself, she’d caught endless tales of the woman.
Lan Peizhi responded with a faint "Hmm," avoiding undue pressure on Jinhai’s deputy leader, as her eyes shifted back to Jiang Chen’s countenance.
Shi Qianxi tightened her lips, her fingers gripping tightly without thought, her expression inscrutable yet brimming with grim notions.
Yet no matter her inner curses, the target stayed oblivious.
"Hand over Great Wall’s shares to Miss Lan at today’s market price."
Thunder boomed from a clear sky!
Shi Qianxi, her mind swirling with turmoil, froze in shock.
Even the poised Lan Peizhi, legs crossed gracefully, creased her brow ever so slightly.
"What did you say?"
Shi Qianxi murmured softly, her thoughts in a haze.
"Transfer your shares to Miss Lan."
Jiang Chen restated it more briefly, his voice brimming with sharp resolve and certainty.
It’s just.
Hold on...
How come both buyer and seller remain clueless and uninformed, while this outsider dishes out orders?
Shi Qianxi stared at him in total bafflement.
"Did I ever say I wanted Jinhai’s shares?"
Blood Guanyin wouldn’t tolerate being coerced into a deal. Though caught off guard herself, she didn’t stand there stunned.