I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2319 - 1473: Passcode_2

Is it true that every man harbors peculiar preferences?

A fondness for breasts, legs, or even feet might be somewhat comprehensible—but a liking for foot-washing water?

That perception shatters ordinary reasoning.

It truly goes against all logic.

Once more, it becomes apparent that human joys and sorrows are not universally shared.

Women often fail to grasp the depths of male emotions.

Just as they cannot fathom the appeal of pungent, well-worn socks.

In the end.

Lan Peizhi is no ordinary goddess. Such individuals often possess an excessive confidence, whereas she seems oblivious to the potent charm she wields.

Forget merely drinking it; if her foot-washing water were ever presented at auction, it would undoubtedly be seized with fervent bids, fetching astronomical sums—though the buyers would, of course, insist on complete anonymity.

"You struck me and hurled insults, and I even endured your foot-washing water—to curse me again is simply too much."

"Did you not bring this upon yourself?"

Yes.

It was undeniably a consequence of my own actions.

The man had already commenced his cultivation journey long before, and the aggressive actions tonight were hardly a deliberate choice on his part.

Jiang Chen finally set down the now thoroughly crumpled disposable cup. "Can we consider ourselves even now?"

"Eat this bowl of lard."

Recognizing that consuming the bathwater might not suffice as adequate retribution, Lan Peizhi devised an alternative strategy.

Gazing at the brimming bowl of lard on the table, the thought of consuming it made one’s stomach churn. Jiang Chen, however, could be remarkably obstinate.

"Farewell."

With those words, he pushed himself up against the table, feigning an attempt to stand. Yet, his movements, slowed by pain, rendered him... rather pitiable.

"What is it?"

The Blood Guanyin is not one to hold grudges. As the other party suggested, any lingering resentment or anger has likely been largely expended by this point.

"You are aware of the discussions between Shen Zhou, Korea, and Japan concerning the potential revival of their free trade agreement, correct?"

Lan Peizhi remained silent.

"Once this trilateral free trade agreement is reinstated, it will exert a profound influence on the global political landscape. In essence, for every individual who endorses it, another will vehemently oppose it. This was not concealed intentionally; to prevent any form of sabotage, the three parties resolved from the outset that the meeting would proceed in utmost secrecy."

Jiang Chen articulated his points with unhurried calm. A powerful figure is indeed a powerful figure; his ability to shift between states so swiftly is remarkable.

This is precisely the correct course of action.

Cao Jinse was correct. Some individuals ascend rapidly by leveraging the support of many, and Lan Peizhi was unquestionably one such individual.

Had she not inherited the solid foundation meticulously established by Lan Peizhi, could anyone have possibly manipulated Korea's internal affairs within a mere few years?

Perhaps he is indifferent to such matters.

However, never forget the foundational efforts of those who paved the way when you partake in the fruits of success.

He might not concern himself with it, but that does not grant you the liberty to disregard it.

"However, involving such a multitude of individuals makes maintaining absolute confidentiality an inherently difficult task. Regardless of the extreme caution exercised, the potential for leaks always exists. Word has now spread regarding the meeting of the trilateral representatives in Kyoto. Intelligence indicates that certain factions are actively plotting to derail this momentous trilateral cooperation, aiming to ensure its failure once more."

Lan Peizhi is neither a typical businessman nor a conventional martial practitioner. Having achieved her current standing, her perspective on such matters naturally evolves.

Or rather.

One must possess a certain breadth of vision to attain a significant level of influence.

Consider Cao Jinse's extraordinary ascent as a prime illustration.

At all times, the overarching strategy must take precedence.

"Explain yourself directly."

"There is no need for such haste."

Jiang Chen maintained his unhurried demeanor: "The adversary's strategy is both straightforward and unsubtle. The most direct and effective method for resolving the issue is to eliminate the individuals posing the problem. This principle holds true across the globe. Their focus is set upon the delegation participating in the Kyoto summit. Should any harm befall them, the long-stalled agreement is virtually guaranteed to falter once again. The primary target on this occasion is Fujiwara Reiki, the esteemed sister of the Japanese Fujiwara Family Head."

"You ought to approach the specialized intelligence agency."

Lan Peizhi's response was succinct.

Indeed.

Such a significant matter involving international disputes—shouldn't immediate consultation with the government be the priority, rather than squandering valuable time conversing with a civilian like herself?

When malicious schemes are suspected, security protocols must be reinforced without delay.

"It is not appropriate."

Jiang Chen shook his head. "If I possessed absolute certainty regarding the origin of this intelligence, I would have directly alerted the authorities. However, I cannot guarantee its perfect accuracy."

Lan Peizhi detected an underlying implication.

This intelligence originated from his personal network?

That clarifies matters considerably.

Imagine proclaiming that the world will end tomorrow and urging everyone to construct an ark immediately—see if anyone lends you an ear.

"From what source did you obtain this intelligence?"

Jiang Chen fixed his gaze upon her.

"The Tianci Society."

Lan Peizhi understood.

"Apart from this reason, we absolutely cannot sow panic among the delegations. If they sense danger, it will only hinder the negotiation process. This is precisely why I have come to you."

Lan Peizhi fully grasped and empathized with the other party’s difficult situation.

However, understanding was one thing, and acceptance was another.

"Why do I feel as though I am some sort of immortal?"

Her voice was flat, laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

"When I approach you, it signifies that you are capable of contributing significantly. Kyoto’s city security is renowned—even if adversaries attempt sabotage, they would find it impossible to act openly. With your exceptional martial prowess, your presence alone renders those petty troublemakers insignificant."

He was essentially requesting her to act as a bodyguard, wasn’t he?

Lan Peizhi’s lips curved slightly. "I am neither a police officer nor a security personnel."

"But you are a member of the Tianci Society."

That direct assertion immediately rendered Lan Peizhi speechless.

Indeed.

She certainly had not forgotten.

In truth, back in Haojiang, she had already boarded this particular ship.

Unbeknownst to them, she and the other party had become inextricably linked.

"This matter must be handled exclusively by us. Fujiwara Reiki is crucial and cannot be endangered, as she represents immense benefits for our cause."

He was certainly not fabricating an excuse to foster intimacy with her. Even if he had desired to, such an elaborate deception would have been unnecessary. He had indeed received pertinent intelligence, specifically from the gradually solidifying Tianci Society—or more accurately, from the expensively constructed "Sky Net."

Invoking the Tianci Society meant setting aside personal feelings and concentrating solely on the objective.

Since it was a mission, it could not be influenced by personal preferences or dislikes.

Lan Peizhi remained silent—offering neither agreement nor refusal.

"You need not overthink it; the situation is not complicated. The workload is minimal. Typically, my presence suffices, but if circumstances become critical, I may require your assistance."

How could someone manage to be so profoundly amusing?

It was a display of pure artistry.

Lan Peizhi’s lips moved slightly, and though not easily noticeable, the concise question she posed managed to prick someone’s pride.

"Is your presence truly sufficient?"

The boastful Jiang Chen showed no signs of awkwardness, seemingly oblivious to his current demeanor, and responded with ease: "Dealing with ordinary adversaries presents no significant challenge."

Regardless of whether he was boasting or not, the crucial factor was his self-assurance.

The dust that seemed to cling to him now appeared like aged frost.

Lan Peizhi, refraining from mocking a man of foresight, simply nodded slightly: "Take care."

"Rest assured."

Having achieved his objective, Jiang Chen rose to his feet. As he slowly walked towards the exit, he paused, glanced back, and added with an air of foresight.

"Your phone will remain reachable, won’t it?"

"That shall depend on the signal strength."

Lan Peizhi tilted her head upwards.

Their gazes met.

"Should a call fail to connect, simply utter a code phrase, and I shall materialize."

"And what might this code phrase be?"

"Guanyin, save me."

"???"

Jiang Chen’s eyes widened. "Wouldn’t ‘Wei Hong’ suffice?"

Lan Peizhi offered no response.

Jiang Chen then gracefully extended a hand in farewell.

"Goodnight."

He turned, his steps heavy, crossed the threshold, and his somewhat ungainly form gradually dissolved into the profound darkness of the night.

Lan Peizhi watched him depart in silence, step by step. A smile ghosted across the corners of her lips before quickly vanishing.

She remained seated quietly beneath the bright illumination, her gaze distant and unfocused, gradually sinking into her thoughts.

The once captivating night had once again faded into dullness.