I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2293 - 1456: When the Rabbit Is Caught and the Hound Is Cooked, When the Birds Are Gone and the Bow Is Put Away (Part 2)

With a warm smile, Miao Yu said, "When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, they mustn’t fear the burden. Don’t you agree with me?"

What retort could possibly come? Jiang Chen had no choice but to nod, "Minister Miao is right."

The man across from him appeared pleased, "We’ve talked for so long, there should be a result soon. Korea and the Japanese have made a rare decision this time; once America notices, who knows what changes might arise. So, don’t let small matters distract you too much."

Jiang Chen lifted his eyes to lock gazes with the other, beholding those lucid yet profound orbs gleaming with profound intent.

"I will do my best."

"Hearing that from you suffices. And don’t shoulder excessive weight; should true collaboration emerge among the three parties now, you’ll benefit the present era. Should it fail, stay undaunted; merely returning this deal to discussion merits great praise."

Upon departure, the counterpart even extended a hand first for a shake with Jiang Chen.

Undoubtedly,

This honor exceeds even the wildest dreams of Sha City’s mayor, and it’s understated to claim; the provincial capital matches it.

Yet Comrade Jiang Chen holds no party membership.

Thus, this reality clearly demonstrates.

Great heroes emerge regardless of background.

Provided one commits to national service and dedication, status holds no relevance.

Of equal significance,

No intermediary or go-between facilitated their handshake.

Stepping onto the red carpet outward, muddy tracks were absent; descending the stairs, Jiang Chen spotted the official vehicle waiting silently.

Unfazed, he approached directly, the door activating via sensors to swing open upon his arrival.

Jiang Chen boarded.

"Was Jiang Sang held accountable?"

Fujiwara Reiki inquired anxiously.

"Why would I face blame?"

"Li Ji feared Jiang Sang might suffer fallout due to my actions."

Fujiwara Reiki stated candidly.

"Shen Zhou isn’t imperialist; advocating for your nation’s rightful claims carries no wrong."

"Hehe."

Fujiwara Reiki chuckled alluringly, her gaze shimmering as she eyed Jiang Chen, "And Jiang Sang himself? Shen Zhou holds no grudge against Li Ji, but does Jiang Sang?"

Apart from the driver, Sakura alone occupied the vehicle.

The driver belonged to Fujiwara Reiki too.

In truth, hosting duties like service and protection fell to the hosts, yet Shen Zhou, as a mighty power, excels in protocol, fulfilling every valid request of overseas visitors.

Within this secluded space, all were Fujiwara Reiki’s allies, allowing free-flowing talk without restraint.

"Why would I blame you?"

Jiang Chen denied it with a head shake, candid in his words; though he’d arguably elevated her to this role, he never regarded her as a mere tool—every individual deserves dignity.

Furthermore, pursuing welfare for one’s homeland invites no guilt?

Additionally,

Despite Fujiwara Reiki never voicing grievances, how could he remain ignorant of her plight?

Outwardly dazzling, yet despised as a thorn by Japanese hardliners and Western powers, she endures constant peril and strain each day.

Why arrange Death Warriors nearby now?

Formerly, she lived freely.

The peril had spiked abruptly.

Tacit bonds must exist among individuals.

Certain matters stay unspoken, yet comprehension is essential.

"After days of talks, shouldn’t a conclusion emerge?"

Jiang Chen steered back to business, placing grand strategy above emotions.

"Shen Zhou need only accept my proposals, and signing follows immediately."

Fujiwara Reiki sounded direct, yet simplicity would’ve resolved it publicly, sparing Jiang Chen’s private chat.

"Your prior offers weren’t this demanding."

Precisely.

This bafflement stalled today’s session.

Typically, bargaining mirrors poker, with concessions mounting as stakes fall, but Fujiwara Reiki reversed it, demanding harsher "stringent" conditions than before—marginally tougher, utterly irrational.

"Does Jiang Sang grasp the motive?"

"Hold to last time’s terms; I’ll handle the efforts."

Jiang Chen replied concisely.

"Does Jiang Sang believe Li Ji acts selfishly?"

For what else, if not self-interest?

Securing a strong outcome would bolster her standing, countering treason charges—perfectly logical.

"If your side’s terms are agreed upon, Korea will experience a psychological gap..."

Jiang Chen was cut off midway through his statement.

"Li Ji is doing this for Jiang Sang."

"..."

Jiang Chen pursed his lips tightly.

"Does Jiang Sang doubt it? Do you believe Li Ji is fooling you like some Japanese?"

Why did an impulse to chuckle arise so abruptly?

Jiang Chen kept quiet.

He lacks skill in honeyed words, yet he can sense when others are flattering him.

Still, against Fujiwara Reiki of her time-honored clan, he came across as rather inexperienced.

"Have you ever thought about your contributions to Shen Zhou, your merits, and all your feats?"

"What does that have to do with the tripartite agreement?"

Ignoring his retort, Fujiwara Reiki pressed on steadily, "History across the world shows a person’s worth depends not on past services, but on current utility. Once the sly rabbit falls, the pack hounds get boiled; when the flying birds vanish, the good bow gets hung up. Signing the tripartite deal too smoothly might just bring Jiang Sang flowery commendations or a flashy award?"

"..."

Maybe this is a fresh twist on wielding outsiders against outsiders?

She truly comprehends Shen Zhou inside out.

"Dragging out the tough talks, no matter the difficulty, proves most advantageous for Jiang Sang."

Jiang Chen stayed mute for an extended period.

The further she spoke, the more convincing her reasoning sounded.

Could she truly be acting in his favor?

"Jiang Sang."

Her tone deepened as Fujiwara Reiki summoned him.

"I fully grasp Jiang Sang’s patriotism. Yet remember: you’re a mere ’civilian,’ unlike the elite. You’re not one of them, and never will be, so allow yourself some self-interest."

Dull as he might be, Jiang Chen grasped it now. He looked aside to behold her sincere, alluring features.

No surprise she’s a supreme demoness.

Her power to enchant stands unequaled.

Should this qualify as seduction.

"Did you hear that?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s grin expanded seductively while she breathed gently, "Jiang Sang would face no such woes in Japan."

Predictable.

This demoness had pierced his thoughts once more.

Recalling the pre-meeting "personality and independence" exchange, it all fell into place.

"Don’t interfere unnecessarily."

Stated Jiang Chen.

The situation’s already buzzing; her entry would overload it.

"Jiang Sang, is Li Ji like those others?"

"Li Ji has solely aided Jiang Sang in fixing troubles; has Li Ji ever stirred up issues for Jiang Sang?"

Those lines,

carry a hint of boldness.

Hasn’t this demoness created plenty of headaches?

Except solely in their private times.

Beyond their hidden realm, she’s never hindered Jiang Chen.

What’s the deal?

All of a sudden, she acts wise and considerate?

That’s contrast’s allure.

Jiang Chen eyed her silently, then lifted his hand to open the door, ready to step out.

Strikingly,

He skipped pressing her to ease the treaty demands anew.

Fujiwara Reiki poised elegantly inside the car, scheming ahead, but shortly her look altered as she twisted to yell, "Jiang Sang, hold on—take a drink of water first!"

Just the slam of the car door answered.

The government vehicle’s noise isolation was flawless; no way he caught her words.

Fujiwara Reiki retracted her stare as Jiang Chen walked away. "Sakura, ought we prepare the tonic water beforehand? Will it work if drunk at the final second?"

Parents everywhere get it.

Some offspring look compliant and trouble-free, yet when problems erupt, it’s utter mayhem!