I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2324 - 1476: The Imperial Relatives (First Update)

Understanding is vital.

If we were to personify it,

intelligence would be likened to one's senses, like ears and eyes.

Given Fujiwara Reiki’s sharp intellect, she undoubtedly grasps that capture by adversaries would lead to the most merciful outcome – death.

However, the demise of such an exceptional beauty would truly be a profound waste.

At the Heaven and Earth Bank,

Jiang Chen occupied the manager's chair, his attention completely absorbed by the computer screen.

Let’s be clear:

he wasn't directing operations, but rather partaking in one of Japan's three great cultural pillars.

What are these three cultural pillars?

Music and animation.

Again, misunderstand nothing:

he wasn't indulging in films, especially not in broad daylight; he was immersed in animation.

Hmm.

Naruto.

The more he watched, the more Jiang Chen perceived a striking resemblance between the character Sakura from the anime and the exceptionally talented female ninja accompanying Fujiwara Reiki. Both sported heroic short hairstyles, differing only in pigment: pink in the anime, whereas Sakura’s was the traditional black hair common in East Asia.

Leaping across rooftops was child's play, and the anime's exaggerated Ninjutsu was truly dazzling.

The Japanese certainly possess vivid imaginations.

Yet, when measured against Shen Zhou, their creativity seemed somewhat lacking.

They needed to gather Chakra, while in Shen Zhou, the concept of cooldowns was nonexistent. Words themselves could manifest into reality; a single combined Lotus of Fury unleashed upon Konoha's villages would bring about their swift end.

"Mr. Jiang."

A sudden voice intruded upon Boss Jiang’s anime viewing – or more precisely, his enjoyment of animation – as Zhuge Xi materialized before the desk.

This manager of the Heaven and Earth Bank still lacked a certain politeness.

She hadn't even bothered to knock.

Had Boss Jiang been watching something more... sensitive, wouldn't that have been extremely awkward?

But this was their shared office space; why necessitate a knock?

Without a hint of guilt for enjoying leisure during work hours, Jiang Chen smoothly operated the mouse, closing the anime window.

"Is everything concluded?"

"Yes. The five billion US Dollars have been fully secured."

With an individual like Zhuge Xi managing affairs, tasks became significantly smoother. While this could have been accomplished earlier, it would have involved numerous additional, tiresome procedures.

"When you have some availability, make a trip to East Sea. I'll introduce you to a college roommate of mine. He's also involved in finance, and as your senior, you could exchange some insights."

The establishment of an intelligence network demands not only time but also substantial financial resources.

The grander the scale intended, the greater the expense incurred.

Consequently, only national entities can finance extensive intelligence agencies, such as the globally recognized CIA, whose operational expenditures far exceed the comprehension of ordinary individuals.

Only Boss Jiang.

An individual whose assets eclipse those of many nations.

Truly possessing wealth that rivals an entire country!

"I worry I might inadvertently lead him down the wrong path."

Jiang Chen offered a smile, remarking, "The wrong path and the right path are merely different routes. As long as the ultimate objective remains the same, they will eventually converge."

"He’s also your college roommate?"

Zhuge Xi, tall and slender, inquired unexpectedly.

"Indeed. Why do you ask?"

Jiang Chen responded.

"In that case, he has likely already strayed."

Her timing for humor was impeccable.

Her wit was perfectly balanced.

How could a genius of such profound intellect not comprehend the intricacies of interpersonal dealings? Observing her exceptional resume, it was clear she was far more than a mere academic.

"I had originally intended to inform you of something today, but seeing this situation, I feel somewhat hesitant to proceed," Jiang Chen lamented.

Zhuge Xi remained quiet.

"Why are you not responding?"

"Since Mr. Jiang does not wish to elaborate, it must be a matter of little consequence."

"..."

Jiang Chen found himself momentarily speechless, then let out a wry chuckle.

Being a boss to such an extraordinary talent was truly challenging.

However, dealing with top-tier individuals was simply par for the course.

"It is both minor and significant."

"Then, Mr. Jiang might as well share it with me," Zhuge Xi eventually conceded, offering the formidable boss an avenue to save face.

Jiang Chen seized the opportunity, discarding any pretense of superiority. Regarding talent like Zhuge Xi, they were akin to a protected species – a limited edition, with each encounter diminishing the available number.

"Kyoto might experience some unrest soon; I emphasize the word 'might.' You have numerous adversaries abroad, so exercise caution in the coming days."

"Weren't all my enemies eliminated by terrorists?"

"You likely possess more enemies than that."

Jiang Chen's response was equally brief.

"It never harms to be vigilant. Ensure you have a few bodyguards accompanying you at all times."

Once again, he demonstrated a mastery of winning people over.

The art of leadership, as subtle and pervasive as the gentlest spring rain.

"It appears I'll be spending my nights within the bank's vault soon."

Jiang Chen offered a warm smile, nodding in agreement: "You are indeed perceptive."

But Jiang Chen understood the subtle thoughtfulness; with the treasury's security system at its peak, it was certainly more peaceful than resting at a police station.

"Forget it, I'm not entirely comfortable sleeping with men."

Disregarding the resentful look from the other person, Jiang Chen continued, "Should anything untoward happen to me, you know what measures to take."

Money possessed the power to accomplish anything.

Especially within a world driven by capitalism.

With his vastly controlled assets, intentionally instigating widespread turmoil might be hyperbole, but creating global chaos was certainly within his capability.

"Understood."

Jiang Chen was confident the other grasped his implication, yet to his surprise, he heard, "If anything were to happen to Mr. Jiang, I would approach Miss Cao first thing."

"..."

Just as Jiang Chen was preparing to rise, he paused.

Approach Cao Jinse?

That wasn't precisely the intention he had conveyed.

However, the sentiment seemed acceptable.

It would prevent a leaderless crisis.

With Princess Cao's renowned wisdom, she ought to be capable of stabilizing the situation, taking charge, and, of course, avenging him!

Yet, as he entertained this thought, Jiang Chen felt an inexplicable, peculiar sensation.

It bore a resemblance to—an Emperor contemplating the complex factions within his harem, each vying for influence and backing different figures.

Jiang Chen offered a silent smile, casting a profound gaze at the perhaps unintentionally acting manager of Heaven and Earth Bank, as he continued to rise from his chair. Passing by, he paused briefly.

"Don't solely rely on the titles of those famous classics for promotion; there are numerous avenues to showcase Shen Zhou's culture. Are you concerned people won't recognize the Oriental origins of those accounts? You are no longer a solitary wanderer; you must shoulder social responsibility. In this regard, you could certainly learn much from her. While concrete evidence might be elusive, suspicion often suffices. We must avoid tarnishing the nation's reputation."

"If your personal library only contains the Four Great Classics, I will personally send you some books."

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Jiang."

This manager, not directly employed by him, maintained a deadpan yet humorously witty demeanor.

Jiang Chen departed, his emotions a tangled mix.

As one ascends to great heights, the relationships surrounding them inevitably grow intricate and interconnected.

Hmm.

He felt a strange kinship with the distress of an Emperor.