I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2296 - 1458: Stay True to Your Original Aspiration

How many individuals have stepped into the office of the local police chief?

The city leaders’ office?

Provincial leaders’ office?

Every single one?

And then.

Even higher still?

Jiuding Group, a colossal entity veiled in shadows, perpetually watches over the multitudes below.

Naturally, plenty of folks might have glimpsed it and recognized its presence, yet all they perceive is just a tiny sliver—the very tip of the iceberg.

Every corporation differs greatly, sometimes worlds apart.

Take private firms versus state-owned giants; they’re simply incomparable.

To be more exact.

Certain companies transcend the label of mere "enterprises". While most businesses dig deep into one field and toil away, others pioneer entire industries themselves.

The gap between such entities.

It’s like night and day, or perhaps 3D versus flat 2D.

Once the call wrapped up and Cao Jinse showed up right on time, the man was already lounging on the sofa, patiently awaiting her.

"Sit."

The office belonging to Jiuding Group’s supreme head lacked the flashy opulence one might expect; instead, it radiated down-to-earth simplicity and efficiency, free of lavish scrolls, artwork, or relics, save for a lone family snapshot on the desk as its sole personal touch.

"Chairman Hua."

Cao Jinse approached while offering her greeting. Though their bond allowed for Uncle Hua in private, this was the workplace.

Professionalism demands titles on the job!

Despite the hierarchy, their encounters remain infrequent. Cao Jinse’s schedule is packed, and this Jiuding titan’s is even more so.

That sudden summons struck Cao Jinse as particularly odd.

"Did I disrupt your lunch?"

He inquired with a warm smile, considering the midday hour.

"Just downed a coffee."

Cao Jinse answered with lighthearted candor before taking her seat quietly.

"Coffee for lunch? What’s up? Does our tireless female mastermind now rely on caffeine to stay sharp?"

Hua Guomao’s chuckle held a unique, unmistakable charm; his bearing and poise hinted at his roots vividly.

True enough.

Jiuding Group’s helm is held by a battle-hardened veteran who returned to civilian duties, and even after years away, his military essence lingers strongly, inspiring awe effortlessly.

"If Chairman Hua would grant me some time off..."

Cao Jinse trailed off, only to get cut short.

"That’s not my call; the company decides. We could manage without me, but not a single day without you."

"That said—"

Hua Guomao shifted gears, "I’ll raise your request at the exec board, though success isn’t assured."

Cao Jinse offered a wry smile, spotting the playful jab. Would top brass really convene over something so minor?

"No need, then."

Observe how, despite deference, Cao Jinse chats freely without stiffness.

"Feeling any grudge?"

Hua Guomao probed deliberately.

Remember, this powerhouse helms Jiuding Group as chairman—merely one of his titles!

His authority looms large.

Yet even a visitor like Fujiwara Reiki understands: in Shen Zhou, roles pack both clout and real muscle.

"None at all."

Whether sincere or not, the topic faded fast; Hua Guomao nodded offhandedly, "Fine, good to hear. The firm won’t bend rules for you, but avoid burnout—rest up, unwind as required, balance duties properly. Exhaust yourself now, and how will you shoulder bigger loads later? Know this: our hopes for you soar far beyond the current scope..."

Classic boss maneuver.

Pure, direct pep talk.

No rookie in the corporate game anymore, Princess Cao sees through it; her face shows attention, but her mind wanders like a bored pupil’s.

"You paying attention?"

Hua Guomao caught her half-hearted vibe clearly.

"Grateful for the company’s faith in me."

Princess Cao’s reply dialed up the casual deflection.

Hua Guomao grinned and shook his head, "You figure I’m spinning yarns, huh?"

"No."

"..."

He found it even funnier, his kindly eyes evoking a senior mentoring a junior more than a boss overseeing staff.

"I didn’t summon you for chit-chat."

Hua Guomao’s grin vanished, face growing grave, "Considering your skills, dedication, and impact on the group, we’ve deliberated your next role. You keep your strategic chief engineer spot, and we intend to elevate you to Executive Vice President."

Cao Jinse’s pupils shrank sharply, her eyes snapping instinctively to him.

Hua Guomao kept his expression steady, "That's why I've come to hear your thoughts."

Any thoughts?

Who in their right mind would reject a promotion and salary bump?

Furthermore.

This isn't just any regular step up.

Positions climb higher, but the ascent grows tougher.

Countless folks spend their whole lives trapped, unable to advance even halfway.

"Feel free to share your ideas."

"Wouldn't that be rather inappropriate?"

"Why inappropriate?"

With a grave look, Hua Guomao questioned, "Is it about your age? Huo Qubing accomplished legendary deeds before he hit twenty, while Su Qin grasped the seals of six kingdoms as prime minister at just thirty. Your skills and accomplishments shine brightly. Would the group ever elevate an unworthy person to such a key role?"

Cao Jinse realized this wasn't her true hurdle—she'd overcome it for sure—but the speed of surpassing it caught her off guard.

Be it commerce or officialdom.

Promotions obey rigid protocols.

Her "career trajectory" had rocketed upward so far, yet even rockets throttle back at extreme heights; she'd calculated roughly how long to hold the strategic chief engineer post and solidify her base, yet this unexpected staff reshuffle blasted beyond her predictions.