I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2299 - 1459: Subdue the Sharpness, Resolve the Strife, Harmonize the Light, Join the Dust (2)

"Jiang Chen, dear brother, who thought up the name Long March Group? Such an excellent name."

Leaning closer, Dan Yiyi stared into the distance, her voice brimming with genuine praise.

"Jin Se."

"I figured you were the one behind it."

Turning from the expansive scenery with a grin, Dan Yiyi remarked, "With a name like that, we must live up to its significance. The Great Wall stands eternally as a shield against invaders from abroad, safeguarding peace for China's people."

Even though she enjoys a life of luxury, never assume she's some weak and pampered miss.

Her upbringing ensures she can't be dismissed as a simple trader's daughter crooning idle tunes, blind to the agony of a fallen homeland.

"Your takeover of Hengsheng and funding of Speed were truly impressive moves. You've provided shelter for those at society's base. Sister truly looks up to you."

Dan Yiyi's eyes resembled delicate silk strands, her stance mirroring a demon fixated on Tang Seng within the Silk Cave.

Decades of icy struggles ignored by all; instant glory broadcast worldwide.

Though this was their initial encounter with the sister, Jiang Chen knew he must be a scorching topic in Kyoto City's alleys, roads, and private chambers alike.

"Sister wonders, what drove you to pursue this?"

Among her various looks, this question felt the most honest and earnest.

"Because I hail from the common folk too."

Jiang Chen's steady reply cast a brief hush over the scene, broken solely by tourists' nearby babble and gusts sweeping across the grand vista.

"Pfft~"

Gazing at Jiang Chen, Dan Yiyi burst into laughter despite herself, "Jiang Chen, you're such a joker."

By contrast, Lan Peizhi stayed composed. This marked Dan Yiyi's debut interaction with him, whereas she had grown used to it long ago.

Even as he dodged tired tropes in his displays, Jiang Chen wore a resolve fiercer than a party member's oath, pressing on, "It required twenty years for me to muster the courage to join Sister Dan on this Great Wall visit."

"..."

"..."

Silence enveloped the air once more.

The fresh smile on Dan Yiyi's lips turned rigid.

Not only her—even familiar Lan Peizhi shot a look his way.

Jiang Chen held his low-key poise, eyes locked on the far-off skyline. Captured in a shot, he'd no doubt grace Kyoto Film Academy's study materials.

This embodies true elevation to new realms.

Boss Jiang had transcended crude thrills of flashy dominance and wealth parades; his art of display reached peerless mastery, elusive like an elephant's shapeless form.

Snapping from her stupor, Dan Yiyi murmured softly, "Jiang Chen's lines pack such punch..."

Yes, packed with punch indeed.

Lan Peizhi even averted her eyes.

In truth.

It wasn't mere pretense.

Jiang Chen's statement captured his heartfelt reality.

The young woman could stroll from her home to the Forbidden City in twenty minutes, but he needed fully twenty years for his debut visit.

"Now I get why countless folks adore you."

Dan Yiyi pondered inwardly, her smile returning, "You're not only good-looking, but remarkably gifted too."

Jiang Chen stayed poised, unshaken by praise or scorn.

"Come on, Pei Zhi, snap a pic of me and Jiang Chen."

Excitement bubbling in Dan Yiyi, she drafted Lan Peizhi for camera duty.

Jiang Chen felt torn inside—banter and laughs were harmless, witnessed only by skies and earth as winds whisked them off. Yet if this quirky sister got too cozy during the shot, leaving proof behind, explaining it later would prove tricky.

"How about you two pose, and I'll handle the camera?"

Slightly rude perhaps, but Jiang Chen chose to sidestep potential headaches.

Dan Yiyi gave him a look, probably reading his scheming thoughts.

"Hmph! Getting timid around me already?"

One hopes this lady reserves such behavior solely for Jiang Chen; else, she'd pose real threats, as few can endure such temptations like him.

"Fine. I'll snap the pic of you two, alright?"

As expected from a rich family's heiress, she showed some sense and spared Jiang Chen awkwardness. Dan Yiyi positioned Lan Peizhi beside Jiang Chen, grabbing the camera herself.

Concerning this setup.

Jiang Chen naturally had zero issues.

After all, Blood Guanyin wouldn't exploit him.

Yet his approval didn't guarantee hers.

"I won't pose for a photo."

Lan Peizhi turned it down.

She wasn't aiming at anyone in particular; she just lacked interest in photography.

"Pei Zhi, we're out so rarely—don't ruin the mood, alright?" Dan Yiyi coaxed.

Favors received demand repayment in kind.

Lan Peizhi's firm backing of Jinhai showed just how thankful she felt.

After the other side aided her against Cao Jinse, this tiny favor barely qualified as one—how could she brazenly turn it down?

Thanks to Dan Yiyi's persistence, Jiang Chen ended up posing with Lan Peizhi; he inched nearer as required, the beacon tower looming behind them, with a vast dragon coiling even farther back.

"Can't any of you pose right? Get closer together."

Most women naturally love snapping photos, with only rare outliers. Playing impromptu photographer, Dan Yiyi grinned widely, directing nonstop while gripping her phone steady.

"Jiang Chen, what's with you? Loosen up, stop being so rigid—Pei Zhi won't chomp you."

Fresh off being hurled over a wall, Jiang Chen stayed quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself.

The woman next to him couldn't bite.

But she could end him.

"Move in tighter, grin like me."

Dan Yiyi gave orders while showing how, "Putting your hand around Pei Zhi's waist would make it perfect."

Sister.

You're way too bold.

Jiang Chen's heart raced, making his practiced smile freeze up once more.

Lan Peizhi stayed silent, but he wouldn't dare budge an inch.

Surviving a three-meter wall was manageable, yet getting tossed from this spot? Did they think his body was forged from steel?

Never count on mercy from anyone else.

"Fine, this will do."

Noting the "timid" guy across from her, Dan Yiyi relented and quit nagging, lifting her phone in concession.

"Click."

The moment captured.

Unedited shot.

Still, the photo's leads required no touch-ups.

Jiang Chen played along nicely; by shutter release, his smile looked genuine, his striking looks and suave vibe radiating elegance amid the stunning scenery.

Right beside him, Lan Peizhi's outfit nearly grazed his, and though unsmiling, her stare into the lens held eternal allure.

Dan Yiyi lowered the phone, studied it quietly, then nodded thoughtfully.

Fearing her bold remarks, Jiang Chen swiftly escaped the risky spot and drew near, "Show me."

With Jiang Chen approaching, Dan Yiyi passed the phone over, "You two look perfect together."

Just as he feared!

Good thing he'd hurried over, sparing them from hearing that.

Alert in advance, Jiang Chen took the phone and peeked at the screen right away.

Hmm.

To be frank.

Dan Yiyi's judgment held water. Maybe thanks to her snapping prowess, the "stiff" duo in the pic shared an odd chemistry, ideal for a photography ad.

But—

"Sister Dan, you know her temperament, right?"

Jiang Chen hinted gently.

"I know it well, so what? Got scolded already?"

"Don't pull me into your mess, okay."

Dan Yiyi laughed, eyeing the young man's wry face with a sly look, "Sister's got more life experience—think I'm clueless?"

She dropped her tone next, "Haven't you noticed? Sister's got your back here."

"Cut the games; sister ain't Pei Zhi, and with my kids in kindergarten, I get guys like you. Admit it—you're into Pei Zhi, aren't you?"

"..."

Dan Yiyi snatched the phone away, "Okay, drop the act. You're smooth, way ahead of clowns like Sun Mangong."

Dan Yiyi flashed a clever grin.

"Blunt its sharpness, resolve its conflict, harmonize its light, unite with its dust. To move a woman like Pei Zhi, only such methods work, right?"

"..."

Jiang Chen kept quiet.

Dan Yiyi let out a sigh.

"You're the boldest guy I've ever known."