I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2289 - 1454: Slightly Dirty Hem (Part 2)

"This is a sure-fire deal, there's no reason for you to turn it down."

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Even Lan Peizhi went quiet, staring at the sincere Mr. Jiang.

From a business standpoint.

Irrefutable.

Even buying at today's market price, over the long term, it's definitely a smart investment, particularly as she's a founder of Great Wall.

However.

Business isn't always purely about business.

Shen Zhou runs on personal connections, with social complexities lurking everywhere.

Earlier, Cao Jinse had demanded five billion. If Jinhai sold shares to her now, wouldn't that look like stealing her deal?

This goes beyond just picking the highest bidder.

Even Shi Qianxi grasped the situation, shifting from shock to interest to strangeness, observing the "extremely clever" Jiang Chen, wisely staying mute.

From her viewpoint.

One side nearly extorts five billion, the other offers a fair trade—it's obvious what's better.

Even recognizing Great Wall shares as rare assets, cashing out and stepping away makes total sense right now.

Without those shares, how could the Cao family girl squeeze her?

Yet, doing that might just shift the grudge to the new owner...

"If no problems, let's sign the deal right away."

This time, no talk of loans.

Indeed.

With Blood Guanyin's skills, challenging Princess Cao head-on, raising hundreds of billions is no sweat?

For Lan Peizhi, funding the buyout isn't an issue, but for someone like her, problems often go beyond cash.

Her eyes shifted to the seller.

But the seller played dumb, gaze dropped low, silently approving Jiang Chen's meddling, showing no resistance to this "win-win" exchange.

With the seller on board, the choice now rested with her, the purchaser.

Though already entangled, snatching Jinhai's shares was another matter.

Hatred isn't basic arithmetic; it doesn't boil down to 1+1=2.

It might become 1+1=3, or explode endlessly.

Stepping in might not faze the others much, but profiting from it remains risky.

Jiang Chen clearly knew the sticking points, tackling them directly: "You're her senior, even if she's annoyed, she won't hold it against you."

Straightforward.

Bluntly truthful!

But does he have to be so blunt?

With three people present, even two shouldn't prompt such candor.

Calling her an "elder" feels rude to a woman!

Oh.

Right!

Mr. Jiang isn't merely straightforward—he's cunning!

With three around, his odds of taking a hit drop sharply.

It's not the wild old days.

Still, the ever-calm Blood Guanyin must care about her poise before Jinhai Industry's director, no?

As anticipated.

Comrade Jiang Chen never fights without a plan; what seems like rash impulses are actually every step plotted out. After saying "elder", Lan Peizhi's emotions clearly stirred, shown by her hands lifting briefly before settling back on her knees.

Shi Qianxi naturally missed those nuances, since she wasn't watching closely. To her, Blood Guanyin was always an "elder", so the term felt fine.

She silently watched the famous woman, wondering if she'd take this massive—fortune.

In stark contrast, Lan Peizhi.

Deep breath, hushed, gaze locked on a courtyard spot, truly resembling meditative Guanyin; under the light, her pale face revealed nothing.

No question.

She's trapped in a bind.

Accept.

Big risk of sparking a fatal feud with Cao Jinse.

Reject?

Then her move to help Jinhai turns into a laughable show?

"I need some air."

Director Shi spoke up abruptly, showing sharp social savvy; given her background, how could she miss the nuances—her earlier haughtiness was just for unworthy folks.

Seeing her exit caught Jiang Chen by surprise; he'd never expected this lady to suddenly turn "considerate."

But he overlooked that all these women nearby were exceptional.

"Hold on!"

Don't get it wrong.

This wasn't for Shi Qianxi; she'd already vanished through the archway. Jiang Chen whipped around, facing Lan Peizhi firmly.

"I haven't wrapped up."

No third wheel meant no need for niceties.

Causing hidden damage without traces is child's play for cops, let alone Blood Guanyin.

Jiang Chen's quick call stopped her; Lan Peizhi had just positioned her legs.

Of course.

Maybe she just rose to her feet for easier conversation?

"Speak."

Seizing the final opportunity, Jiang Chen—scarred by repeated painful lessons from rushing ahead—declared, "This is the best solution for shared happiness."

Shared happiness?

Some fresh take on it?

Sure enough, Lan Peizhi echoed back in question, "Shared happiness?"

"I know you’re just clearing personal debts, not aiming at anyone specific."

Shi Qianxi boasts sharp emotional smarts, but Boss Jiang matches her. Climbing from the bottom wasn’t merely a blind follower grind.

Novel cheats for protagonists come fully loaded; his only spits out rote tasks with zero extra aid.

Even after conquering countless peaks, bitter tears still flow plenty.

Naturally.

Real men hold back tears.

Jiang Chen stays tough, never cursing his fate.

His savvy words paid off—Lan Peizhi held back from bold moves, or truthfully, the idea of "aid for personal favors" rang true to him.

"I get it, and I’ll clue in Jinse as well. No need to fret: you snag Jinhai’s shares and profit, Jinhai suffers no hit, Jinse exits with poise."

Hearing that.

It carries real logic.

Perfect for all three!

"Naive."

It sounded solid, but Lan Peizhi sneered, slapping down verdict with just two blunt words.

Jiang Chen stayed cool, firing back, "Got a superior plan? More clashes will rope in extra folks, helping nobody. Trust me—I won’t screw you over."

True enough.

He could be wielding smooth talk to sink her, baiting Princess Cao’s fury to lift Jinhai clear.

The thought—

Hiss—

Bone-chilling.

Stay wary of folks; sly motives lurk, some risks demand caution.

What ties does he share with Jinhai’s director, anyway?

Or with her?

From Lan Peizhi’s angle, doubts were bound to rise.

She’s settling her own debt, no doubt, yet refuses to play fall guy.

"How can I be sure you won’t hurt me?"

At those words, despite the heavy mood, Jiang Chen burst into laughter.

"Would I risk it? Wrong you, and you’d hurl me right over the wall."

Hmm.

Yeah, "wrong" fits better.

"I haven’t done anything to Shi Qianxi."

Mr. Jiang’s point, odd on surface, cuts deep. On closeness levels, using her to save Jinhai means tighter bonds there. He spells it out.

Nothing done to the director.

Sharp catch?

Her actions toward him? Slickly dodged, left unsaid.

Him toward Lan Peizhi?

He kissed her, even.

His move or not—

Unclear.

Lan Peizhi’s face froze icy at once, probably grasping it and dredging up bad recollections, right then.

"Whoosh—"

A figure soared airborne like a sack, while Shi Qianxi roamed idly beyond the yard, glancing skyward to spot a silhouette arcing over the wall, "bang" into the hay, tumbling once before popping up quick, brushing off dust, flashing her a faint grin.

As if saying.

Just a bit of hem dirt, that’s all.