I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2295 - 1457: 10,000 Decimal Places of π (2)

What the hell!

'So why did you seek me out?'

Cao Jinse fixed her gaze on him.

'Stop giving Jinhai a hard time.'

He took a slow sip of his coffee without haste, 'Jinhai and Lan Peizhi struck a deal to offload Great Wall’s shares at market value.'

Hold on.

Has the deal been inked?

Didn't they toss him over the wall?

Princess Cao evidently had no clue about any of this, her face paling bit by bit as she reclined slightly, her lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

'So what? Here to brag? Leveraging Aunt Lan to push me around?'

Jiang Chen shook his head steadily and replied, 'Can she even pressure you?'

Cao Jinse fell quiet, eyes locked on him in silence.

That sticky note remained her sole leverage to force a retreat.

She'd been anticipating him pulling it out.

Yet in the end.

He discarded it.

In truth.

It made no difference if it was gone.

After all, such notes weren't one-of-a-kind; grab a stack from any stationery shop, rip one off—even a different shade wouldn't fool her into calling it fake.

But this fellow.

Refused to offer even that simple escape.

Was he truly forcing her to yield without cause?

That'd be laughable.

'Seagull’s meddling stirred the pot; they might not crave that plot, but Jinhai's resolute. With Jinhai now holding billions in cash, Seagull won't vie against them.'

Hmm.

Lan Peizhi snapped up Great Wall’s shares, Jinhai advances the second plant scheme—everyone walks away content.

But her?

'You're making it sound too easy.'

Jiang Chen hadn't overlooked her, adding, 'Provided you cease meddling.'

Cao Jinse kept a blank face.

'You ditched that note yourself.'

'If I produced it now, would you agree to stand down?'

Jiang Chen inquired.

Cao Jinse offered no reply, merely stating, 'Show it.'

Still prodding.

Even now, it wasn't too late; invent any reason to dash out, veer left, hit a corner store, drop a few yuan on a sticky note—problem solved.

Yet Jiang Chen stayed direct, shunning tricks.

He hadn't lost it by mishap.

When he 'freed' that note, he fully grasped its significance.

'If I whipped it out, would it spare your dignity? Halt the world's mockery?'

'That's your concern?'

How isn't it my concern?

He always aimed for mutual gains.

But voicing that aloud risked sounding like flattery.

Some linger on words alone, yet Comrade Jiang Chen proved himself through deeds.

Pausing to weigh options beneficial to both, Jiang Chen calmly drank his coffee.

'What terms can you offer?'

'Jinhai unloaded shares to Lan Peizhi, so sell yours to me.'

Jiang Chen ignored her piercing stare, casually replying, 'Choose different terms.'

'You said anything goes. I picked, you balk—why act the big shot?'

Cao Jinse snapped icily.

'That's not buying; that's highway robbery. I'm no fool—why agree?'

'...'

Prime cold humor.

It drew a laugh from Cao Jinse, though devoid of joy, chillier than iced brew.

'Want to play comedian? Hit the city walls. No time for your lame show.'

As expected, Jiang Chen caught a harsh tongue-lashing.

He deserved it.

Timing and setting matter for jokes.

Blasting horns at a funeral spells disaster.

'Any terms but that.'

Comrade Jiang Chen stayed true to form. Others might flush with shame, but he held steady. Back when broke, his thick hide earned praise; petty barbs slid off.

Truth be told.

It's not unwillingness.

His sights transcended single firms; selling shares? Even gifting them meant nothing.

Did it fix things?

Maybe short-term.

Like docs say, treating symptoms only.

The rift between Lan Peizhi and Cao Jinse lingered. Hand Great Wall to them sans cushion, and it'd shred the firm.

Dissolve it clean.

Not arrogance.

Just stark reality.

'All else but that—can you manage?'

Princess Cao, ever Princess Cao, granted one more shot.

Jiang Chen nodded firmly, two words sufficing.

Nothing but sheer "confidence".

"Haven't you snagged scholarships every single year? Recite π to ten thousand decimal places."

"Don't you lack the time?"

"If you can't manage it, then stop talking nonsense."

Totally his own fault.

Princess Cao shows real patience, sticking around despite his endless broken promises and bragging.

The issue lies in his utter unreliability—not just failing to make amends but even haggling, "Would a hundred digits work?"

She ignored him completely, so he boldly shot back, "Can you recite π to ten thousand decimal places?"

What happens next?

An academic showdown?

Completely exasperated, Cao Jinse fixed him with a icy glare, abruptly rose to her feet, paused briefly, and grabbed that latte cup.

Right then, Jiang Chen truly feared getting doused.

Yet he got her wrong. No matter how fired up Princess Cao might get, she'd never stoop to such vulgar antics. She held back from throwing the coffee in rage, spotted his momentary flinch, and simply departed with her drink.

——Wasting is disgraceful.

Clinging to frugality even now? Truly praiseworthy.

This sour parting didn't spur Jiang Chen to chase; he eyed her exit from Starbucks, raised his own latte, utterly unshaken.

"Miss."

The instant Miss came back, Youmao—who'd been lounging on the sofa, lost in thoughts of the talk—leapt up at once, scrutinizing Miss's face closely.

Not that she hadn't itched to eavesdrop; Miss simply refused.

One glance revealed the chat hadn't gone well.

Jiang Chen, that fool, proved worthless.

"Miss, is this for me?"

She sidled up with a grin.

Without a word, Cao Jinse passed the coffee cup her way.

Youmao took it gleefully, only for her expression to crumple right away, sulking, "It's empty."

Cao Jinse headed for the desk.

In a foul temper, who downs a full coffee?

Leaving none for herself.

On purpose?

Youmao wondered inwardly.

"Bad-mouthing me again?"

Youmao jumped, then flashed a guilty grin, "No, Miss, I'm slamming Jiang Chen, that idiot."

With that, she flung the cup straight into the trash bin some seven or eight meters off.

"Splash."

Spot on.

"Why curse him?"

Cao Jinse inquired while approaching the desk.

"Because he couldn't fix..." Youmao bit her tongue, "He didn't sort the issue, damn him!"

"Could he even?"

Cao Jinse propped against the desk before sinking into the office chair, "Unless he recites π to ten thousand places."

π to ten thousand places?

Youmao's eyes bulged, brimming with bewilderment and purity.

Where's the sense in that?

No one's mind holds π to ten thousand places, so demanding that beats dragging the sticky note from Yongding River as a saner fix.

Just as Youmao opened her mouth, the black phone atop Cao Jinse's desk buzzed.

Youmao zipped it.

Cao Jinse snatched the receiver and uttered, "Chairman Hua."

Chairman Hua.

Youmao recognized the name.

Jiuding Group's big boss—someone even Miss treats with deep deference.

"Jinse, got time now? Swing by my office if you can."

A warm chuckle echoed from the line.

"Sure, heading over now."

"Take your time, I'll hold."

Cao Jinse set the receiver down smoothly, though a flicker of uncertainty lingered in her gaze.