I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2358 - 1496: Tathagata Divine Palm

Can withstand fifty pounds of pressure per square foot.

Naturally, provided the steps taken are larger and movement is slowed, this shouldn't present a significant obstacle.

Tasks undertaken with deliberation tend to yield favorable outcomes; individuals who proceed at a slower pace often maintain their safety.

Adhering to a meticulous and careful strategy, Jiang Chen managed to position himself beside the individual after dislodging a single tile.

He was remarkably close.

Close enough for their clothing to brush against each other.

The unbound strands of Lan Peizhi's hair danced perilously near his neck, akin to a mischievous child's playful touch.

"Teach me a few movements from your Daoist Sect's ultimate techniques," he pleaded, "I don't require much, simply enough to scale a two or three-meter wall with ease."

Those legendary divine skills capable of moving mountains, so often depicted on screen, were undoubtedly pure fabrication.

However, as Jiang Chen contemplated the agility and lightness characteristic of Yan's secret techniques, he began to entertain the possibility of their genuine existence.

Regardless of their physical build, accomplished martial artists invariably move with an exceptional degree of grace and nimbleness.

Once, a Daoist master, during an interview, espoused the virtues of scientific belief, only to subsequently leap from a twenty-meter precipice to return home for his evening meal.

"You wish to learn?"

Expecting a categorical refusal or outright dismissal, Jiang Chen, to his own surprise, found himself nodding affirmatively without the slightest hesitation.

"The tuition is substantial."

"..."

Money?

For the affluent Boss Jiang, acquiring funds was hardly an impediment.

"If you are amenable to teaching, I can establish Daoist centers in every major and secondary city across the nation."

This proposition indeed positioned him as a Bodhisattva, requiring offerings and the congregation of faith.

Nevertheless, his eagerness to learn was genuine, and his capacity to fulfill the commitment was undeniable.

Should these centers materialize, his own ascent to immortality might remain uncertain, but it would undeniably qualify as the establishment of a legitimate sect!

Such is the transformative power of wealth.

When one's fortune reaches a certain echelon, ordinary mortals can embark on the path of immortal cultivation; human endeavor can indeed bring forth the divine!

"What about provincial and smaller cities?"

"Provincial cities are of little consequence; I imagine you hold little regard for the meager donations of those less fortunate."

This phrasing demonstrated a subtle mastery of language.

While not yet at the stage of speaking in hushed tones for fear of disturbing celestial beings, the historical edifices surpassed modern structures in height. Yet, Comrade Jiang Chen, unburdened by any apprehension of heights, found himself perched on the rooftop, gazing at the moon – an experience utterly novel and profound.

"Why did you depart so abruptly last night?"

With a hand resting casually on his knee, Jiang Chen exuded an air of relaxed comfort, though this ease would be amplified were it not for the intermittent, tantalizing brush of errant hair strands.

"I scarcely had the opportunity to converse with you."

Lan Peizhi offered no reply.

Jiang Chen's gaze drifted into the distance, mirroring her own. "Does that particular code phrase always prove effective?"

A question laden with audacity.

Was he truly considering her role akin to that of a bodyguard or a firefighter?

"Next time, you might consider attempting it yourself."

A smile touched Jiang Chen's lips.

Attempting it?

Such circumstances were invariably moments of life and death. Should the attempt falter, an appeal to King Yama would become his next recourse.

"Let's discuss terms."

Without turning his head, Jiang Chen proposed, "I am prepared to offer a monthly or annual retainer; name your desired service fee."

Abundant finances instill courage; wealth is the very essence of valor.

Without billions in assets, such unwavering confidence would be entirely out of the question.

In truth, Jiang Chen harbored a desire to propose a 'lifetime subscription,' but deemed it prudent not to voice it.

The hesitation stemmed not from apprehension of her potential ire, but from a pragmatic consideration: Lan Peizhi, though older than him currently, would inevitably age further. Should he reach his sixties or seventies, would it be appropriate for someone significantly older to continue offering him protection?

That would hardly be a scenario fitting for someone of his standing.

By then, he would likely find himself in the position of providing care for her.

As a distinguished entrepreneur, from a purely commercial standpoint, this proposed arrangement was excessively unfavorable – a poor investment.

"Are you implying you wish to 'keep' me?"

Jiang Chen startled, nearly losing his footing. He promptly turned to face her, finding her expression entirely unmoved, her demeanor serene and collected.

Having navigated over thirty years of existence.

Even as someone who barely scraped through the compulsory nine-year education system, surely he understood the implications of the term 'keeping,' did he not?

This potential misunderstanding was something that absolutely could not be permitted to fester.

Even if comprehension eluded him presently, who could guarantee that such understanding wouldn't dawn upon him in the future?

"That is not the correct application of the term 'keeping'!"

Jiang Chen vehemently interjected, his correction swift and righteous. "'Keeping' denotes a relationship predicated on economic exchange, wherein one party furnishes financial resources, material support, or devoted care in return for affection, companionship, or..."

Hmm.

His explanation was remarkably thorough and precise!

He had narrowly avoided venturing into perilous territory!

"If you are uncertain of the meaning, refrain from engaging in idle chatter, as it could readily precipitate grave misunderstandings," he added.

Jiang Chen concluded his explanation with an emphatic tone.

"Why such edginess? I assure you, I have no intention of consuming you."

No, one does not consume people.

However, one does kill, doesn't one?

The foreign individuals apprehended last night met a rather agonizing end.

Wait a moment!

What exactly is transpiring here?

Does she truly grasp the concept of "keeping" it, or not?

Jiang Chen felt a surge of panic, not from a fear of her ignorance, but from the dread of her feigning it.

There's profound wisdom embedded in this age-old saying.

A guilty conscience is indeed a difficult burden to conceal.

"Was that Luo Wenzhou affiliated with the Jinyi Guard?"

Jiang Chen swiftly redirected the conversation, inquiring, "Or perhaps the Eastern Depot?"

"..."

How exceptionally amusing.

After a brief pause, Lan Peizhi responded with a cool indifference, "The Western Depot."

Ah, I see.

The humor has certainly escalated!

You inquire about the Western Depot's function? It handles the cases the Eastern Depot cannot resolve; it tackles the matters the Eastern Depot dares not confront. In essence, act first and report later, a privilege granted by the Emperor—this is the Western Depot!

A feeling of solemn admiration instantly washed over Jiang Chen, yet, his heart couldn't help but flutter with unease.

If Lan Peizhi is even aware of jests like the "Western Depot," would she truly fail to comprehend the meaning of keeping?

Could she genuinely be sensing something amiss?

"Have you managed to uncover any breakthroughs?"

Lan Peizhi posed the question.

"It's not been that swift; less than 24 hours have passed. Swat."

Jiang Chen shook his head, flicking away a mosquito as he spoke. "The current findings indicate that those individuals infiltrated using false identities, and their involvement spans several multinational corporations; the masterminds behind this operation are evidently quite formidable."

"However, their endeavor met with failure, resulting in significant losses and exposing numerous meticulously hidden spies; I seem to have forgotten to bring you a commendation banner."

This particular idea was inspired by Princess Cao.

"Then, what brings you here today?"

"..."

The abruptness of the question left Jiang Chen momentarily speechless, a flicker of bewilderment crossing his face before he replied, "Is it not permissible for me to visit and express my gratitude in person? Besides, you likely have no shortage of commendation banners."