I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2301 - 1460: Strength in Numbers

True talents excel in whatever field they enter.

"What terms did you agree to with her?" Lan Peizhi pressed, straight to the point.

With the conflict escalated this far, how could it end so suddenly like a kid's game?

No doubt about it—a major hidden agreement had to be behind this.

"Truth is, we've all gotten her wrong."

Jiang Chen remarked mysteriously.

"Misunderstood?"

Lan Peizhi didn't match the ruthless image from rumors; she wouldn't let anyone monologue alone.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen nodded while striding forward steadily, explaining, "Right from the beginning, she wasn't aiming at anybody. She simply owed me a favor, nothing more."

"..."

Lan Peizhi paused briefly, perhaps catching up, before inquiring, "What favor?"

"Back in Japan, I rescued her from the Japanese Government. You know her type—she's like you, hates owing debts. So she handed me a post-it note, saying to write any demand I had, and she'd honor it to repay me."

What a quaint little anecdote!

"It's understandable if you're unaware, since nobody else knows. It's just our secret."

Jiang Chen gave a faint sigh, "But you know my style—I never seek payback for my help. She pushed me to name a term, but I didn't. I only kept the post-it note."

Lan Peizhi's face stayed inscrutable, yet she likely got it.

The tale sounded implausible and baseless, but it felt genuine.

"So, did you pull out that post-it note?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "No."

No?

Then why spill all that?

Wasting time?

"I forgot at first. When it hit me later, it was too late—you were all clashing—and flashing the note would've made her yield awkwardly, so I tossed it."

So offhandedly discarded.

To others, it'd seem like pure fiction, but Lan Peizhi understood that with this man, even bizarre stories often hold truth without deep digging.

"You really cover every base."

Vague—neither approval nor rebuke—Lan Peizhi then refocused the talk, "So, how did you convince her to back off?"

Exactly.

All that chatter.

Besides crafting his flawless, altruistic persona, it said zilch.

"She did suggest a term."

Jiang Chen quit the self-praise, "But it was way too demanding; I couldn't pull it off."

"What term?"

Curiosity strikes everyone.

Even Blood Guanyin Lan Peizhi was human—able to rage, to strike.

In this scenario, Cao Jinse's demand had to top the fifty-billion Jinhai share buyout in toughness, yet it was: "Recite π to a thousand decimal places."

Recite what?

π?

Some classroom homework from a teacher?

More twisted comedy?

Despite knowing his oddball nature, Lan Peizhi felt staggered, her eyes snapping from hazy to sharply menacing.

"That's her demand. Don't believe me? Ask her yourself. But I can't rattle off a thousand decimals—can you?" Jiang Chen looked dead serious.

Can you do it?

Not even a top uni grad like him could; now quizzing a dropout?

Lan Peizhi started doubting her own softness.

Indeed.

Hold back if you must.

But strike lightly after committing, and kids spot a paper tiger—let alone grown-ups.

Rumors paint Blood Guanyin as savage and icy, yet this guy took multiple thrashings, stayed spry, scaled the Great Wall, without a hospital visit.

Is Blood Guanyin truly that fearsome?

Back in grade school, teachers' rulers hit harder.

This time, Lan Peizhi held off—not fretting the height, where a plunge crushes steel—but because flubbing π hardly merited fury?

"The Jinhai shares can go to whoever; I don't want them."

"You have to claim them."

Jiang Chen stayed unruffled, "Grabbing Jinhai's shares lets this chaos wrap up elegantly, with everyone stepping away honorably."

Dignity.

His words nailed it.

"I get you're not in it for the money—if Shu Rui hadn't begged, you'd stay out. You aided Jinhai not to profit from the mess, but fairness demands reward for your work. You owe Sister Shan and the crew an account too—they hyped you up. Leaving empty-handed, how'd that sit with them?"

Have to say, Boss Jiang's a pro, words piercing straight to the soul.

Good thing it's Blood Guanyin.

Any other woman would likely feel so honored she'd be utterly dazed.

"Not everyone has to explain to everybody else."

Lan Peizhi responded.

At these words, Jiang Chen raised his brows involuntarily, shooting her a look.

Yet her remark appeared casual, carrying no hidden intent.

"You might claim the Jinhai shares directly yourself; that could make it simpler for her to swallow."

Lan Peizhi went on.

Smiling, Jiang Chen shook his head, "I already told you, I've sorted out everything with Jinse, no need for concern. If I desired Jinhai's shares, I wouldn't come to you for them. They're not that crucial to me anyway."

He stated.

Yet again.

However.

Bragging?

Pure truth.

Jinhai's shares alone, or the entire Great Wall Group, mean nothing to Jiang Chen anymore.

Grasp the reasoning.

Great Wall doesn't lack him; rather, it desperately requires him, much like that unresolved trilateral free trade deal.

"Should I express my gratitude then?"

Lan Peizhi alone grasped the profound weight of his words; previously, saving a abducted actress from Ye Tingxuan required reaching out to her.

"No thanks required."

Jiang Chen paused briefly, then needlessly hushed his tone, "Simply refrain from striking people so casually from now on."

Utterly greedy, shameless.

Indeed.

Without notice, the height plunged another hundred meters lower, yet peering beyond the railing still induced vertigo.

Continuing her descent, Lan Peizhi stared ahead, "I truly wouldn't kill you, but maiming you? That, I would attempt."

Direct.

Honest.

Facing peril calmly, Jiang Chen laughed lightly, "Stay calm; should I end up crippled, you might dodge prison, but legal liability remains. Imagine the burden of caring for someone disabled..."

"With all your attendants, you'd hardly rely on me for accountability."

"An additional helper lightens the load for all."

Jiang Chen remarked indifferently.

Utterly indifferent.

More hands make lighter work; one extra truly eases burdens.

Lan Peizhi went quiet abruptly, then after some time, remarked, "Are you overly assured of yourself, believing they'd remain even if you're crippled?"

"Women aren't all that ruthless," Jiang Chen answered steadily, not flattering but voicing a deep-seated conviction.

Avoid deception from schemers.

Observe your family, kin, even Shu Yi who departed.

Sure, rotten ones exist, but countless Shen Zhou women uphold millennia-old virtues, remaining remarkable.

"Care to test it?"

"I'd snap your third leg and check if they stay loyal."

Jiang Chen's nonchalance evaporated in a flash, muscles tensing sharply as icy dread rushed from his crotch.

Proximity to vermilion turns one red, near ink, black.

Steer clear of such wild housewives!