I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2333 - 1483: All the Years You Were Late
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Youth, undoubtedly, is a significant advantage.
With a full head of hair, special styling becomes unnecessary; a simple touch results in a handsome and dashing appearance.
Princess Cao's playful attempt at mischief did not succeed. Despite the resulting disarray, a few adjustments later, he still emerged as the most captivating young man at the venue upon his entrance.
Just imagine the scenario.
If this were transposed to the world of cultivation, where the Human Clan convenes a grand summit, attended by the venerable ancestors of each Sect, and a novice cultivator just beginning their journey appears, seated as an equal among them.
How would these ancient powerhouses react?
Indeed.
Perhaps not even on equal footing.
While not occupying a core position, his standing, given his credentials, meant that even a prodigy of the race couldn't afford to be overly ostentatious; the wise often face hardship, and extremes inevitably lead to decline. The seats within the hall formed an arc around the central stage, and Jiang Chen's location was quite forward, in the second row.
Alas.
Princess Cao was seated directly to his right.
What an interesting coincidence.
And as is widely known, within the traditional culture of Shen Zhou, a ceremonial practice spanning millennia dictates that 'the left side is honored.'
Of course.
With the fan-shaped seating arrangement, a distinction between left and right might be negligible.
Even so, Princess Cao's internal feelings were likely more complicated than those of the balding seniors surrounding them.
Who claims that ten years of study cannot rival three generations in business, and that three generations in business pale in comparison to an ancestor wielding a firearm?
It's entirely unscientific.
If it were based on science, exceptions would certainly not exist.
What is the most disheartening realization?
It's not discovering you are rowing strenuously while someone else was born aboard a grand ship; rather, it's when, from the ship's deck, you witness someone hurtling past on a rocket, effortlessly cutting through the waves.
As predicted by Boss Jiang, the primary focus of the assembly was evident: advocating for regional economic integration, establishing a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, and in light of globalization's gradual disintegration, charting a new course for development in unison with neighboring nations...
Indeed.
Although trilateral negotiations had not yet concluded and the free trade agreement remained undecided, proactive preparation ensures equanimity, and strategic planning prior to execution has always been a hallmark of Shen Zhou.
Taking a brief pause from actively listening, Jiang Chen directed a glance to his right, observing that the individual was even more engrossed, deeply absorbed in taking notes.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
Not wishing to disturb the other person, Jiang Chen straightened his posture, maintained a proper bearing, and also picked up a writing instrument.
This individual, so focused?
While one person was surreptitiously observing, Princess Cao was engaged in similar behavior. Detecting with her peripheral vision that someone hadn't looked up for some time, she subtly tilted her head to cast a glance to her left.
Regrettably, her concentration on maintaining exemplary conduct in the 'classroom' setting was excessive. Although it was merely a forum, and the seating was quite close, her limited tilt did not permit her to discern clearly what he was writing, nor whether it aligned with her own key takeaways.
An exemplary student can also harbor a competitive inclination.
Realizing she could not see clearly, Princess Cao decided to lean a bit further in that direction. However, at that precise moment, someone ceased writing, set down their pen, and with a faint 'rip,' a piece of paper was torn.
'Here.'
He hadn't even fully raised his head when he extended the freshly torn paper.
Tsk.
A truly special talent.
As if he had anticipated his neighbor's peeking.
Princess Cao had barely enough time to feel flustered before instinctively looking at the striped paper.
Ah!
It was not a written note.
It was unmistakably a 'sketch.'
And it appeared to be of her, depicted in profile, attentively listening and recording notes.
To instantly recognize oneself in the drawing highlights a certain degree of artistic proficiency.
No exaggeration.
Even the art of sycophancy has its levels.
Does an average sycophant achieve renown throughout the entire school, known by all?
Excellence in any domain necessitates skill.
Certainly not on par with professional artists like Luo Li'er, but Boss Jiang's artistic capabilities undoubtedly surpassed those of most regular individuals.
After all, most ordinary people struggle to even draw a passable duck.
Back in his days of poverty, his method of cheering up Ai Qian involved these unique little gestures.
It's a shame, though.
Minor cleverness remains just that – minor.
Its appeal has a limited duration.
It suffices a few times, but prolonged use inevitably diminishes its impact.
However, it doesn't signify a major issue.
If the recipient develops an immunity, one can simply shift focus, correct?
Receiving her own 'sketch' in such a situation left Cao Jinse utterly astonished.
Does he comprehend the setting?
Does he genuinely believe this is a classroom?
'Haven't drawn in a while, feeling a bit out of practice.'
Jiang Chen offered his explanation preemptively, shamelessly indulging in his daydreams. What is a forum if not an environment conducive to a more relaxed atmosphere?
“So, what do you think?” “Are you out of your mind?” Cao Jinse questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. “I reckon it’s not too bad,” Jiang Chen mused, tilting his head to admire his creation. “Better than those cheap ones you can buy ten for a dollar on the street, right?” Ten for a dollar? Why not compare it to a hundred for a dollar? “Take it back!” Cao Jinse snapped, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks, as if she feared being caught by a teacher or her peers. Indeed. If this were happening in a typical classroom setting for young people, it would undoubtedly be considered a love confession. If discovered, it would surely trigger a bigger commotion than the incident at East University’s lecture hall, where a love letter intended for Luo Peng was mistakenly presented to Luo Li’er, leading to the teacher calling the student onto the stage. However, such a situation was clearly impossible in this setting. This meeting, organized by the government, was intended to foster business partnerships and encourage dialogue among entrepreneurs. Since the purpose was exchange, conversation was naturally permitted. But just because talking was allowed didn't mean arguing was acceptable.