I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2560 - 1606: Immortal Touches My Head, Binds My Hair for Longevity

A terrifying pressure envelops him, as if it could tear him apart and devour him at any moment.

In terms of age, the other person is on the decline, but who in Sha City would dare consider the top figure of Green Land as an old man nearing the end?

At least Fu Zili, born and raised in Sha City and striving there, cannot accomplish this.

Luckily, he smokes.

Nicotine can numb the nerves.

Even though there’s only a nanny, the other party surely possesses the skill to summon countless troops with a single signal, perhaps only needing to slap the table for blades and executioners to rush in from hiding.

Choosing to come here unarmed is undoubtedly risky.

But where in the world is there such a thing as a free lunch?

With the help of influential figures, some paths must still be tread alone.

"Ssss—"

Fu Zili remains silent, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Indeed, you’ve chosen a fine captain."

As the overwhelming pressure reaches a critical point and slowly recedes, Fu Zili, seeming leisurely as he exhales smoke, secretly lets out a long sigh of relief.

No shame.

On the contrary.

From entering this villa until now, his performance has been commendable.

He’s served many bosses, yet all of them must call the man beside him their boss.

"But I have a question for you."

"Please, Chairman Fan."

"What gives a small-time punk like you the right to board the ship?"

Now that the paper screen has broken, it’s naturally time for heart-to-heart talks.

"Ha."

Fu Zili smiles dismissively, unfazed; having survived the initial tough phase, his emotions gradually calm down, and his smoking becomes increasingly casual and liberated.

"When a ship is big enough, the demand for manpower inevitably swells. Who decreed that those boarding must be sailors? Isn’t there a need for people to stoke the boilers and do the odd jobs?"

"A bit reasonable, but not sufficient."

Fu Zili holds his cigarette, "Of course, that’s just one aspect. The second..."

He pauses.

"People’s characters differ, take Chairman Fan for example, who cares only for family, cherishing kinship. But some are more altruistic, treating all relatives and friends equally regardless of status."

Fan Wanli nods, "Understood."

Fu Zili doesn’t rush; after all, time is needed for reflection. He waits until he finishes his last drag before speaking again.

"How’s Chairman Fan’s consideration going?"

"Isn’t your captain also a profitable business? Why make a losing deal?"

A single cent.

And losing money?

Fu Zili extinguishes the cigarette stub on the glass table more and more boldly, "Since Chairman Fan knows, why hesitate."

"Aware, but not fully informed, so I’d like you to explain. For deals, there must be transparency and honesty, isn’t there?"

Fu Zili grins, "Ah, I agree with Chairman Fan on this, doing business requires sincerity. Most real estate companies are heavily indebted, with a pile of bad debts, and I suppose Green Land isn’t an exception. Buying up shares sounds like folly."

"Then what do you want?"

Fan Wanli doesn’t deny.

Not just in real estate, many industries show similar patterns, enterprises that appear vast and thriving yet report inexplicable annual losses.

Are they truly unprofitable?

Certainly not.

But where the profits go, nobody knows.

Oh.

Boss Heng Sheng, pedaling a sewing machine behind iron bars, might have insight.

"What we want, with Chairman Fan’s wisdom, how could you not know?"

"I don’t know."

Fu Zili smiles, "Chairman Fan, that’s not sincere. You clearly only care for your family; need more elaborate loyalty dramatics? You’ve relocated your family abroad not because the air is sweeter, but whom are you guarding against?"

"It’s merely a habit."

Fan Wanli replies quietly, "Maybe you haven’t reached this height, can’t comprehend."

"I am indeed still far behind Chairman Fan, and I know many top tycoons send their families overseas for freedom; after all, having a home piled with Gold Mountain but unable to indulge is indeed a cruel punishment."

"Yet, Chairman Fan is clearly someone who enjoys familial affection; the tenderness just now moved even a bystander like me. Enduring loneliness and parting from family surely stems from special reasons."

"You’re quite inadequate at sowing discord."

Fu Zili isn’t disheartened; if this representative of Sha City’s elite were so easily managed, then there’d be reason for disappointment.

"Seems my junior eyesight needs honing. Didn’t expect to see the long-lost righteousness still in Chairman Fan."

Fu Zili lightly sighs.

"I imagine Chairman Fan’s grandson would surely feel proud to have such a grandfather."

"You dare!"

A sharp, overwhelming aura returns.

Fu Zili remains unfazed, speaking leisurely, "Though I lack Chairman Fan’s experience and life wisdom, I’ve understood one thing: you can’t have your cake and eat it too; a choice must be made."

"Aren’t you afraid you won’t make it out tonight? The zoo next door has lions, tigers; many visitors say they’re too skinny, and I think these beasts should occasionally be fed."

Fu Zili laughs brightly.

"I grew up in Sha City; I’ve visited the zoo next door surely more often than Chairman Fan. I wonder if Chairman Fan has been to a zoo abroad; abroad’s zoos reportedly have more variety than ours, not only lions and tigers but also hyenas, grizzlies, man-eating crocodiles...Lion and tiger hunts usually aim for the throat, painless, whereas those beasts’ hunting methods are much more sanguinary."