I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2654 - 1652: Woman on the Dragon Chair

"...Did Fang Qing tell me something? Don’t you know?"

Jiang Chen maintained a calm demeanor that gave nothing away, "Trying to trick me?"

Tong Dan was unperturbed and leisurely replied, "Two shadows fall on the cold pond, a reed crosses the clouds. Three life droplets on the stone, two skies in the mirror... What was the rest?"

Bear in mind, although she later became a flight attendant, she went to the best high school in Sha City, memorizing poems was easy for her, but having only heard it once, she didn’t fully remember.

Jiang Chen remained silent, but his mind was muddled with doubts.

Could Fang Qing possibly have told Tong Dan, the big mouth, even though she didn’t want him to "admit his mistakes"?

He had doubts, and upon seeing his reaction, Tong Dan also became suspicious.

She thought Qing Gege was just showing off her talent and joking, but now it seemed like it was true?

"Did you really draw a lucky lot?"

Oh no.

Still fell for it.

Of course.

Why would Fang Qing tell such secrets?

Seems like it was just "setting the stage."

A lawyer handles things methodically, with a reasonable pace.

"Jealous?"

"Hmpf."

Suppressing surprise, Tong Dan deliberately pouted, "Money can make the devil turn the wheel, even Buddha isn’t exempt."

Jiang Chen nodded, "You’ve got experience, how many scumbags have you met?"

Tong Dan was choked, her face changed, she wished she could spray him.

She abruptly stood up.

"Goodbye! Wait by yourself!"

Jiang Chen ignored her.

Tong Dan walked a few steps with her proud long legs, then stopped and turned back.

"Come on."

"Isn’t there still two hours?"

Tong Dan couldn’t help but smile.

"Fool... ish!"

Flying from Sha City to River City is incredibly fast.

Just two hours

Really just the time for a nap.

Almost as if rushed back, Boss Jiang landed and stretched, feeling refreshed.

Anyway, avoided a disaster.

Compared to himself, actually, he trusted Fang Qing’s skills more, dealing with the two elders shouldn’t be difficult.

Sha City is his hometown, but for the East Sea, a place where he studied, started his career, changed his fate, Jiang Chen naturally had special feelings for this city, without any sense of leaving home. Instead, he felt a closeness looking at the crowded airport.

At the airport entrance.

Someone wearing sunglasses locked onto Jiang Chen, who walked alone, even a broad overcoat couldn’t hide his strong physique. He slipped his hands into his coat pockets, ignoring the surrounding crowd, and walked straight towards the unaware Jiang Chen.

"Thunk."

Suddenly.

Four men appeared from nowhere, blocking the coat man’s way from four directions. Because of the airport’s environment, they didn’t speak or make a move, but their gazes were sharp and cold.

Don’t think Boss Jiang is the dimwit from novels or movies, clearly with a background like mountains of gold, yet strutting around solo.

The ticket scalper in River City might still be hospitalised.

"I know your boss."

The blocked coat man remained calm, without fear, and explained steadily.

After speaking, he took off his sunglasses.

"Wait a moment."

Not taking it lightly, one of them left to report, while the remaining three closed the encirclement.

The coat man kept his composure, watching the person go to report, Jiang Chen looked over.

"Brother Liao?"

Jiang Chen smiled in surprise and then walked quickly, the four well-trained men disappeared into the crowd quietly like melting water.

Surely, no assassin would choose to act blatantly in an airport, especially in Shen Zhou.

Indeed.

This coat man was Jiang Chen’s life-and-death friend, Liao Xiangdong.

When he went to rescue Pei Yunxi, if it weren’t for Liao Xiangdong’s strong support, most likely the venture wouldn’t even have started.

In fact, it wouldn’t even be at the stage of starting a venture, more likely just out of the beginner’s village.

"What’s the situation? Paying tribute to ’The Matrix’? Brother Liao, your outfit has a certain renaissance vibe, but looks great."

Boss Jiang brightened up, and after the tease, asked, "Brother Liao, is this a business trip or picking someone up?"

"Waiting for you."

Liao Xiangdong was as always, his personality hadn’t changed much, tough but few words.

"Waiting for me?"

Jiang Chen was surprised, "Brother Liao, do you have something for me?"

Liao Xiangdong put his sunglasses back on, "Talk in the car."

Jiang Chen nodded, walked alongside him, left the airport, and sat in the rugged Jeep.

The Jeep sped away.

"Brother Liao, getting younger every day."

In the passenger seat, Jiang Chen reflected on how long he’s known Liao Xiangdong—a little over three years now—yet Liao Xiangdong hadn’t changed much since they first met, now embracing sunglasses and looking increasingly stylish.

"You’ve become quite weathered."

"Haha."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, "Who says not? There’s no choice, unlike Brother Liao. I’m destined for a life of toil."

Three words.

No shame.

Four words.

Truly shameless.

Luckily, Liao Xiangdong was a man of few words, or he’d certainly have started cursing.

"You’re still young, you can handle it."

Indeed.

Liao Xiangdong not only didn’t scold but tried to comfort him.

"Not so young anymore, time flies, I’m almost thirty."

After some sentiment, Jiang Chen became curious, "Brother Liao, why did you come find me?"

Liao Xiangdong remained silent.

"Brother Liao, we have a life and death bond. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it back from Yunfu alive. As long as I can help, feel free to ask."

"How’s Yun Xi?"

Liao Xiangdong couldn’t help but ask when the subject came up.

Jiang Chen felt a pang of guilt but maintained composed, "She’s doing well, much more relaxed than before, starting to work behind the scenes like her former boss Yang Ni."

Is this considered, trusted but deceitful?

Yet between Liao Xiangdong and Pei Yunxi, it wasn’t romantic; probably more like siblings.

Even siblings.

It feels quite awkward.

"Signing with CX was indeed a wise decision she made back then."

Liao Xiangdong glanced at him with a sideways look, then quickly looked away.

"We kind of, achieved mutual success."

Jiang Chen tried his best not to let anything slip, his caution still high, suddenly sensing something was wrong.

This true tough guy somehow seemed to be rambling?

Unusual behavior. There’s something amiss.

"Brother Liao, did something happen?"

Liao Xiangdong still didn’t respond, but seeing Jiang Chen seemed to be noticing, he pressed the accelerator, speeding up the car.

Jumping out?

Certainly not possible.

Besides.

The car doors were locked.

Jiang Chen thought over and over but couldn’t figure out the reason, until the Jeep stopped.

"We’re here."

Liao Xiangdong opened the door and stepped out.

Jiang Chen looked out the window.

Something’s wrong.

This place.

He seemed to have been here before.

At this point, if he ran away, he might still make it, not to mention despite usual practice, he might no longer be able to beat Liao Xiangdong, at least running parkour, he might actually hold some chance.

But Boss Jiang cared about his image, and he was also grateful.

He didn’t run, but instead opened the door and stepped out.

Not overly suspicious.

This place.

He definitely had been here.

With the Martial Saint.

Pure gold forged giant vat, engraved with Horse Stepping on a Flying Swallow, the Dragon Robe hanging on the wall, and... the missing national treasure he brought himself, the beloved dog head from the Twelve Beast Heads.

"Brother Liao..."

No response.

When he suddenly turned around, Liao Xiangdong, who should have been walking beside him, was nowhere to be seen.

Instead.

At the end of the corridor.

A position that wasn’t there or hadn’t been noticed last time, was taken by an elegantly decorated chair.

The chair-back was circular, four posts spiraled with golden dragons, the base formed like a Sumeru throne, seemly all gilded, portraying ultimate luxury.

And on the chair.

Sitting was an even more breathtaking woman; who knew what spellbinding sight it would be if she wore the Dragon Robe hanging on the wall.

As Boss Jiang walked alone, his heart skipped a beat, feeling a strong impulse to bow down reverently.