I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2337 - 1486: Peace and Prosperity
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Similar to essential sectors like semiconductors, automotive production, and petrochemicals, the shipbuilding industry stands as a pillar of Korea's economy, historically dominating the global market. Even with the rise of Shen Zhou, its technological prowess remains world-class, particularly in the competitive high-end shipbuilding arena.
The digital economy, while dazzling, is as ephemeral as a sandcastle – beautiful yet fragile. Despite the advancements of this new era, Jiang Chen adheres to the traditional belief that tangible industries are the true foundation of a nation's strength.
Engaging in shipbuilding offers not only an expansion of influence but also a valuable opportunity to acquire Korea's cutting-edge technologies, creating a mutually beneficial synergy.
Indeed.
While the trilateral agreement remains a point of contention, his words hold true.
The Five-Star Group is a Korean entity; its connection to the Five-Star Red Flag is purely coincidental.
From deploying troops in Myanmar and marketing luxury goods in France to developing machine tools in Japan and constructing ships in Korea, venturing into the defense industry in the 'Beautiful Country' might even be a future possibility.
Of course.
It seems not everyone harbors such vast aspirations.
A single B2 bomber commands a price of 2 billion US Dollars. Just how extensive is his personal fortune?
Inside the Apang Palace, as Boss Jiang was making a final adjustment before the mirror, a knock echoed on the door.
The Purple Shirt Dragon King made his entrance.
It's merely a designation.
All Four Great Kings are men of integrity.
"Mr. Jiang, the cake has arrived."
The Purple Shirt Dragon King, who earned that codename during a military exercise, presented a simple twelve-inch cake.
Hmm.
A birthday confection.
"Mr. Jiang, the cake has arrived."
As Jiang Chen meticulously straightened his collar for the last time, the setting sun cast long shadows outside the window; the timing was approaching perfection.
"Let's depart."
The location selected by Yang Qinghua lay beyond the Fifth Ring Road, bordering the Sixth, a choice that did not surprise Jiang Chen.
They operate under different circumstances than him.
As public servants, their livelihoods depend on taxpayer salaries. They likely prioritize public welfare initiatives, making extravagant dining out of reach for their regular budgets. Furthermore, this evening's celebration is a private affair, ineligible for public fund reimbursement. Opting for upscale venues could result in a dinner costing tens of thousands, who then would foot the bill?
If they were to host?
That would undoubtedly be construed as bribery.
Consider this: the twelve-inch cake he acquired on this occasion only cost five hundred, a remarkably modest sum considering Kyoto's prevailing prices.
Boss Jiang is, without question, meticulous about every detail.
Han's Family Canteen.
Not only was the establishment situated at a considerable distance, but its name also exuded a humble, down-to-earth charm. The simple and unpretentious exterior evoked in Jiang Chen a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of a small eatery back in Sha City.
Upon entering, there was no hidden opulence to discover. The service counter stood near the entrance, with no staff immediately visible. A menu, inscribed on a blackboard affixed to the wall, provided Jiang Chen with a quick approximation of the establishment's pricing structure.
At most, the per-person expense would not exceed two hundred. If Teacher Cao were to attend, the total cost for tonight's meal would likely remain under four figures.
For a civil servant of this standing, a four-figure birthday dinner would hardly be considered ostentatious.
However, Jiang Chen harbored a sense of curiosity.
Would he actually appear?
Undoubtedly.
His presence or absence held little consequence for Jiang Chen.
He had encountered accounts of Cao Xiugo and Yang Qinghua, and from an external viewpoint, they seemed to be an ideal match. Yet, Jiang Chen was not one to interfere.
His perspective is quite clear: certain situations are best observed for entertainment, but direct involvement is ill-advised, akin to connecting a live wire to a neutral one, risking a devastating electrical shock.
As the clock neared seven, the peak of the evening dining hour, this modest canteen bustled with activity. So much so that upon Jiang Chen's arrival, not only was the owner absent, but no server came to offer him a greeting.
One must admit.
This particular circumstance caused a slight discomfort for the individual present today.
However, it did not become a significant issue. Small businesses must prioritize cost efficiency, making it impractical to employ an excessive number of staff. It is perfectly normal for an establishment to be busy during peak hours when business is good.
With no one attending to him, Jiang Chen proceeded further into the premises, carrying the cake. The establishment was not large, spanning only a single level, making it easy to navigate.
The Four Great Kings, as per protocol, would remain outside, refraining from accompanying him inside.
Perhaps Yang Qinghua's choice of such a remote location was a deliberate attempt at a low-key birthday celebration, aimed at preventing any chance of being photographed. Such an incident, even if not overtly troublesome, could potentially tarnish the celebratory mood.
In this day and age, it's common for individuals to be equipped with recording devices.
"Hey, sporting new footwear? They practically function as mirrors."
Before Jiang Chen could locate the designated spot, he encountered Cao Jinse midway.
What constitutes fate?
This, my friend, is fate!
Very well.
In reality, there was only this single path forward.
Princess Cao had likely just visited the restroom, her hands still slightly damp, and with a deliberate motion, she flicked them in Jiang Chen's direction. Perhaps it was the ambiance, or maybe because this day held significance, Princess Cao displayed a noticeable departure from her usual reserved demeanor. Gazing at the specific someone who was 'dressed up,' a hint of childish charm played on her subtly upturned lips. The performance piece, 'Deskmate,' had evidently made an impact. At the very least, the glaring had ceased, hadn't it? "Your hairstyle needs some attention. Did you run out of hair gel at home?" Jiang Chen disregarded her question, taking his time to survey her from head to toe before finally remarking, "You look beautiful today." Caught off guard, Cao Jinse, who had been bracing herself for a typically mean-spirited comment, found herself surprised by his unexpected words. Why wasn't he adhering to the expected script? It was a simple, ordinary compliment, the kind typically relegated to outdated phrases from a bygone era, yet it inexplicably made her feel a touch... shy? Sporting a half-sleeve casual shirt, pencil pants, and a pair of brown Mu Ler shoes – an ensemble that clearly wasn't an intentional effort to dress up – Princess Cao smoothed her hands, her expression unreadable. "Your eyesight must be quite poor."