I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2335 - 1484: Presumptuous (First Update)

The heart of a woman is a profound mystery, as elusive as the cosmos beyond our sky.

Yet, the progress bar offers an undeniable truth.

Similar to Li Shuru, Pei Yunxi, and Lan Peizhi, Princess Cao was also a desired target, and the objective has been met.

A flawless 100% favorability rating unequivocally signifies unwavering loyalty.

There’s a gulf between 90% and 100%, but perhaps it’s not so insurmountable.

Furthermore.

Once the task is accomplished, the progress bar vanishes.

It was 90% before; who can say what it is now? It’s simply no longer visible at a glance.

Otherwise, considering his past actions, he might have attempted to scale walls by night, only to end up with bruised calves?

He has faced countless demises without even realizing it.

People simply mature, shedding the rashness of their youth; this doesn’t imply they’ve taken up chanting scriptures.

They are not the Bodhisattva Guanyin.

They tread a different path of spiritual cultivation.

The Blood Guanyin followed this path, so Princess Cao’s circumstances are likely not dissimilar. Could a change in the man spark jealousy?

Young Master Song possesses considerable charm; even among the elite figures in Four-nine City, he stands out as a prominent leader. Yet, Princess Cao remains entirely unmoved by him.

And we cannot attribute this solely to someone having an inherent advantage.

During the extended period he was held back, Young Master Song undeniably held the superior position. If he possessed true capability, why would he still be awaiting the arrival of another?

Princess Cao’s confidante, Dong Yao, has already started her own family.

Thus, when challenges arise, one must first look inward for answers.

Consider Boss Jiang, who never assigns blame to others or fate, but instead seeks the reasons within himself. This is the path to gaining wisdom, rectifying weaknesses, and achieving robust development.

Observe this.

A simple sketch, one that might only elicit a fleeting smile at a roadside stall, has achieved an impact that rare artifacts could not.

This exemplifies teaching through relevant examples and applying solutions precisely tailored to the situation at hand.

When dealing with an individual like Princess Cao, neither wealth nor authority will suffice; a genuine connection is required.

"Have you decided on a name?"

The seminar training endured for over three hours.

While some of the more senior business leaders showed signs of fatigue, for Jiang Chen, in his prime, it was barely noticeable.

Indeed.

Within this esteemed gathering, individuals address each other as comrades.

The individual presiding over the assembly of top-tier national strategists warmly addressed him as Comrade Jiang.

Who stated that the young pioneers could not enter the grand halls of influence?

"Can you not be so intrusive?"

Cao Jinse's patience was wearing thin; this man persisted with his inquiries during the meeting and even followed her closely afterward, disregarding any potential repercussions.

Although it was only he who was singled out earlier, there was no doubt that she was also caught whispering.

It's simply that the female received preferential treatment.

For instance.

When infractions occurred during school days, the teachers typically only addressed the male students.

Look.

Their closeness was observed by countless eyes, though their gazes were friendly, they were ultimately perfunctory.

This is a venue for serious national discourse, not a place for romantic exchanges.

He relentlessly inquired if she had named the drawing.

What if she had?

Could she possibly reveal it?

This fellow is already audacious enough; if he were to see the name she selected, would he not become even more unrestrained and fearless?

"Stay away from me!"

Cao Jinse accelerated her pace, heading towards the exit, swiftly leaving the persistent talker behind.

"Wait for me."

It appeared Comrade Jiang Chen was altering his approach, intending to pursue, but a voice from behind halted him.

"To win over a woman, one must employ strategy; achieving balance is crucial."

Turning around.

It was Yang Qinghua who approached.

Currently tasked with facilitating the seminar's smooth progression, she was poised, in another ten or twenty years, to potentially occupy a leading position on the main stage.

"Yang Ting seems to possess considerable knowledge in courting women."

Though the seminar had concluded.

They were still in a public environment.

Boss Jiang was certainly aware of the implications.

His open demeanor towards Princess Cao stemmed from their relationship having become nearly public following the Jinhai incident.

"I am also a woman; do you suppose I am unaware?"

Jiang Chen offered an understanding nod, then promptly added, "However, Yang Ting likely has no expertise in attracting men."

Yang Qinghua was momentarily stunned, taken aback by either the jest directed at her or the nature of the jest itself.

This rising political figure observed Jiang Chen for a duration before a smile touched her lips.

"Do you believe he can be accurately described as a mere boy?"

Jiang Chen calmly retorted, "Men retain the heart of a boy until their final breath."

It wasn’t about imparting wisdom.

His words emerged spontaneously, without forethought.

Utterly without deliberation.

Yang Qinghua appeared contemplative, then nodded as though a realization had dawned, "Thank you for the insight, Comrade Jiang. I believe I now understand my course of action moving forward."

Upon seeing this, someone suddenly seemed to have an epiphany and quickly stated, "Don't misunderstand, Yang Ting, I didn't say a word."

Yang Qinghua found his behavior rather amusing.

Being addressed as 'sister' even by Princess Cao, and assisting the prominent figures on the national ladder list, she typically maintained a stoic expression, both in her professional life and personal dealings. It seemed that a common characteristic among those in elevated positions was their impassivity; initially a tactic for maintaining dignity, it eventually became an ingrained habit.

"Why so apprehensive? Assisting me is ultimately assisting yourself."

What did he witness?

He observed this woman, far more formidable than 'Luck sister,' give him a playful wink.

Had he not seen it clearly, Jiang Chen might have questioned his own vision.

Love, such a peculiar emotion, causing one to lose all composure...

Wait a moment.

Why had he suddenly started singing?

Although, much like Princess Cao, this accomplished sister who excelled magnificently in her career might also possess a vacant emotional history, young Comrade Jiang certainly shouldn't presume they were as unsullied as Princess Cao.

One must always remember.

There are merely two classifications of individuals in this world.

Those who are involved in politics,

And those who are not.

"Yang Ting, your point is quite logical as well."

Jiang Chen nodded, sealing his lips and refraining from further nonsensical remarks. Noticing his newfound 'alertness,' Yang Qinghua decided not to tease him any longer, saying, "I'll be treating you to dinner this weekend."

"There's no need..."

Jiang Chen hastened to decline.

"It's my birthday."

Yang Qinghua shot him a glare, asking, "You're unwilling to give me face?"

Jiang Chen was rendered speechless in an instant.

"I'll be inviting Jin Se and her brother; it's likely only on my birthday that such an opportunity will present itself."

Yang Qinghua let out a slight sigh.

Jiang Chen remained silent, disinclined to engage in casual conversation.

"I shall inform you of the location once I've made a decision."

Just as Yang Qinghua was about to depart, Jiang Chen spoke up suddenly.

"May I ask something rather impertinent?"

Yang Qinghua paused, glancing sideways, and inquired, "Hmm?"

"How old is Yang Ting this year?"

Truly, it was an impertinent question!

Having reached such esteemed heights, one could only imagine the depth of her conviction. Yet, Yang Qinghua was momentarily unsettled by a simple, ordinary question, her expression shifting instantly.

"You court death!"

She glared fiercely at Jiang Chen, still mindful of their surroundings and propriety, before turning and walking away in her plain black leather shoes.

Jiang Chen stood rooted to the spot.

Well.

Not only does she possess striking looks.

She also exudes a certain femininity.