I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2291 - 1455: I Will Help Jiang Sang~

Is the man who snapped her picture at the abandoned construction site during that stormy, pitch-black night making a comeback?

"So what do you think is enough?"

Director Shi doesn't bully the weak or fear the mighty; instead, she rises to meet power head-on!

She digs in her heels and clashes directly.

Jiang Chen stays quiet.

"If my mouth isn’t enough, I have other parts."

Director Shi truly earns her reputation, clueless about subtlety. She's crossed every line possible, so why feign innocence now?

With those words, Director Shi strangely yanked at the seatbelt squeezing across her chest.

Jiang Chen eyed it coolly, face blank.

"Too small."

Shi Qianxi froze in surprise, then her cheeks flushed and paled in fury, teeth clenched as she snapped, "I’m small?! I’ve seen Li Shuru; is she bigger than me?! Do you know what ’golden ratio’ means? Do you like basketball or something?!"

Finally back in control, he opted not to rile the raging Director Shi further, silently driving her to the hotel amid her torrent of curses.

"Just you wait! I’m going to get a breast augmentation, two watermelons to squeeze you to death!"

After that savage remark, Shi Qianxi slammed the car door on her way out.

"Bang!"

The Maybach appeared to shudder.

Director Shi didn't depart; she lingered outside, still shooting furious glares at the vehicle.

Jiang Chen didn't hang around, speeding off right after dropping her, the Maybach firing up fast.

"Bastard!"

As the Maybach raced away, Director Shi's rage simmered on, tempted to fling her high heels after it before catching her breath.

Sigh...

Rage throbbed in her chest.

Blending into traffic, Jiang Chen spotted the lady's figure shrinking in the rearview mirror inside the Maybach, a subtle smile finally tugging at his lips.

Tactics sometimes demand adjustment.

Otherwise, your rival exploits the edge, viewing you as soft and pushover material.

Those prior comments were pure, calculated bait, naturally.

Breasts, basketballs, watermelons—none captivate him.

Bodies obey scientific principles; slim figures rarely boast extreme proportions. Farmhands grasp it: a frail twig laden with giant fruit screams chemicals.

Of course.

Exceptions always pop up.

Majority truths forge rules; outliers beyond them shatter everyday reason.

His junior sister, with that animated visage... stood as a prime example.

Wait.

What thoughts are these?

Jiang Chen snapped his mind back.

A night of talk with Song Chaoge atop Yongding Bridge had nudged his mindset, though far from savage urges.

—That's Pei Yunxi's sister, after all!

Blood-related or not.

Ahem...

Jiang Chen checked the dashboard clock, quashed stray notions, and stomped the gas.

Hmm.

Rushing he truly was.

Hurling items over the wall swiftly saved precious minutes, so Jiang Chen dodged actual tardiness.

Strictly clock-wise, punctual he remained.

Yet arriving at the venue, every participant had already claimed their seats.

The grand, airy conference chamber boasted a sleek dark-wood table with its polished sheen, papers, teacups, and placards arrayed neatly, high-backed leather chairs exuding dignified comfort.

Overhead crystal chandelier spilled gentle glows, glinting off the wall's national emblem; thick drapes cracked open for faint daylight while shutting out outer din completely.

Faint tea fragrance hung in the air, corner staff in somber suits sat hushed and grave, soundless as they prepped the session intently.

Long-table attendees relaxed fully by contrast; their chuckles softened the room's heavy mood markedly.

"Jiang is here, sit down."

The head elder halted his chat with overseas visitors to warmly nod at Jiang Chen. Graying temples notwithstanding, vigor surged in him, eyes keen with youth-matching spirit.

Facing key foreign dignitaries, Elder Miao Yu—nameplate confirmed—showed zero restraint in favoring Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen grinned modestly, strode to his labeled spot, and took a seat.

Wall-flung moments prior, now striding through the doors!

His entrance seized every gaze in the chamber.

Across from him, the Korean Minister of Economy flashed a warm smile and nodded right away.

"I figured Jiang Sang might show up late."

A captivating voice drifted lightly toward him, slipping into his ears without anyone else hearing.

Exactly.

Just glance at the nameplates placed on the table.

Next to Jiang Chen sat Fujiwara Reiki, the chairwoman of the Japanese Bilateral Development Association.

They had joined such gatherings together in the past, and truthfully, nearly everyone present had experience here; only the host representative's nameplate switched out now and then.

"Fifteen minutes left."

Jiang Chen remarked.

Fujiwara Reiki curved her lips into a grin. Though she was a peerless temptress, she knew the setting and dialed back her charm on purpose.

As Jiang Chen mentioned, the meeting was set to kick off in precisely fifteen minutes, yet for an event this high-level, arriving early was the norm—who wouldn't? She herself had shown up a full hour ahead to wait.

"In Shen Zhou, they say arrogance leads to failure while humility yields gains—Jiang Sang ought to keep that in mind."

Fujiwara Reiki murmured gently, her smile steady, displaying that refined Japanese poise amid the global crowd.

In response to her earnest advice, Jiang Chen lifted the porcelain cup before him, sipped some tea, and stayed quiet.

He was well aware of the proverb 'pride brings loss, modesty brings benefit,' and had planned his schedule around it. But the sudden mishap of tumbling over the wall forced a quick outfit change to preserve his appearance, causing a slight delay.

"Did an emergency pop up out of nowhere?"

Fujiwara Reiki asked with genuine worry.

People were conversing casually all around, which was perfectly fine since everyone here counted as 'friends' for the moment.

Jiang Chen tuned it out, sipping his tea in silence without joining in.

"Jiang Sang, you didn't walk all the way here, right?"

Fujiwara Reiki pointed out, "Your shoes still have dirt and bits of grass. The cleaning staff will have extra work ahead."

"..."

Her sharp eyes missed nothing!

He had swapped clothes in a rush but forgot about the shoes.

Noticing his ongoing silence and refusal to engage, Fujiwara Reiki, ever the savvy seductress with keen social sense, smoothly shifted gears.

"Each visit to Shen Zhou lets me feel the rapid advances here, yet one puzzle lingers for me."

This time, without waiting for a reply, Fujiwara Reiki continued as if musing aloud: "Women in Shen Zhou have such contradictory mindsets. They shun financial independence but demand autonomy; they spend their husband's hard labor earnings while griping about his inadequacy; they idle away without helping yet mock his kitchen skills. What's behind that?"

Jiang Chen held back from debating. Raised in Shen Zhou and familiar with Japan from his trips, he could fairly judge the contrasts in how women thought in both nations.

Though it's unfair to claim every Shen Zhou woman is greedy, a good many indeed crave 'having it all.'

However,

Why would this enchantress raise such an issue out of the blue?

This wasn't some cultural discussion anyway.

Sensing the temptress had deeper motives, Jiang Chen puzzled over her true aim for a second.

"In Japan, women either tend to the home and kids or labor to sustain the household—that's real balance and equity."

"What's your point?"

Jiang Chen questioned, teacup in hand.

"I'm merely noting that true character starts with self-reliance."

Jiang Chen's eyebrows twitched faintly, as though grasping a hint, and upon eyeing her, he spotted a sly smile gracing her alluring features.

Her gaze flicked to the ever-rotating host rep at the head table.

"I will assist Jiang Sang～"

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PS: This book is officially renamed to "I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sycophant Anymore," please be informed.