I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2656 - 1653: It’s Up to You

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Boss Jiang finds himself trapped by Lan Peizhi, who sits on a Dragon Chair. After attempting to capture the moment with his phone, which is then destroyed by a hairpin thrown by Lan Peizhi, Jiang Chen tries to negotiate. He attempts to use the potential repercussions for "Martial Saint" as leverage, only to realize he is only a collateral relative and thus less influential. He then offers Lan Peizhi the chance to hit him in apology, but she instead orders him to take off his pants.

As soon as the words slipped out, he immediately regretted it, but the damage was done, and even if he had the power to reverse time, it was too late.

"Unfair."

Now that it’s come to this, what can be done?

He can only brace himself and confront it.

"Should I take off my pants and let you hit me again?"

Jiang Chen subconsciously glanced at the plain white training pants creased under the dragon chair, and even though his sense of humor was urging him to play along, reason took the upper hand.

A sense of humor requires emotional intelligence to assist.

If you ignore the context, you’re not joking with people; you’re joking with King Yan.

A true man lives between heaven and earth, how could he stay oppressed...

Wrong phrase.

A real man in this world should be able to humble himself and to assert himself!

"I’m not that kind of person."

Jiang Chen didn’t shake his head, but his expression of righteous indignation was more affecting than body language.

"Tell me, what should I do for us to make up?"

Make up?

Isn’t that kind of cute?

Is this like kids arguing?

Lan Peizhi remained silent, quietly watching him, which ironically intensified the pressure.

"Don’t you think something’s missing here?"

Just when Jiang Chen was feeling anxious, the woman, enhanced by her Empress effect, finally spoke.

"What?"

Jiang Chen looked around, not pretending to be dumb, but genuinely puzzled.

"Isn’t a eunuch missing?"

Jiang Chen’s expression froze, and his hanging heart finally died.

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Spanking definitely doesn’t require the superfluous act of taking off pants.

But eunuch is different.

Note.

Here, "eunuch" is a verb.

Even though he believed the other party wouldn’t be so depraved, instinctively, Jiang Chen still stumbled back a step.

Lan Peizhi sat upright on the dragon chair, quiet and poised, like a real Empress, enjoying the foolery of her subject.

Truly.

In this scenario.

Isn’t a serving eunuch just what’s missing?

No hairpin flew over, perhaps because no pants were removed, worried it might miss; the task of becoming a eunuch requires exceptional skill and precision.

"Can we negotiate?"

Jiang Chen steadied his steps and his nerves.

"Negotiate what?"

"Set some conditions."

He knew there was no use reasoning or appealing to emotions with her; only allure would work.

Lan Peizhi remained silent.

No refusal.

Which meant there was room to negotiate.

Jiang Chen took a gentle breath, then said:

"Dog head."

"Offer you the dog head, we settle everything, how about that?"

To increase the likelihood of success, the key is catering to what they like.

Lan Peizhi lacks money?

She doesn’t.

Her interest was vividly demonstrated by this shocking private museum.

That dog head was merely stored here before.

Sure enough.

Lan Peizhi seemed intrigued.

"Can you decide that?"

Compared to letting Shen Zhou gain a eunuch, acquiring a treasure seemed far more worthwhile.

After all, besides venting anger, what good is a eunuch?

Ordinary women may act irrationally in heightened emotions, but Blood Guanyin certainly wouldn’t act on impulse.

"Of course."

Jiang Chen answered briskly, decisively.

"This dog head should be stored in the He Family’s treasury."

An antique enthusiast indeed, most of the country didn’t know where the dog head of the Twelve Beast Heads had gone, thinking it lost, but she knew precisely.

"It was, but now it’s mine."

Jiang Chen responded confidently, full of conviction.

Why lack confidence?

This national treasure ended up in his hands rightfully, legally, and justifiably; it was gifted to him by Fourth Miss of the He Family, the current influential decision-maker, with clear ownership.

It’s just.

There’s one thing he hadn’t considered.

He Yihui gave the dog head to him, but likely didn’t think he’d regift it; it’s uncertain if the Fourth Miss, newly thrust into the spotlight, would want the present back.

Indisputably.

Re-gifting someone else’s gift to you isn’t ideal, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Jiang Chen believed, even if He Yihui found out later, she’d understand.

"Who gifted it to you? He Yihui?"

Blood Guanyin is impressive, foreseeing events, though Boss Jiang raised the flag in Haojiang; she witnessed the entire thing, aware of Jiang Chen’s relationships with the He Family and its members, if not thoroughly, at least somewhat aware.

"Do we have a deal?"

Jiang Chen didn’t answer, avoiding complications; does who gifted it matter?

"What if I don’t agree?"

Lan Peizhi remained gracefully composed, "The item is already here; do you think it can be taken out?"

Jiang Chen’s eye twitched.

Thieves, huh?

She monopolizes, yet he truly couldn’t do anything; now wasn’t the time for moral condemnation or curses—another test of emotional intelligence.

"You’re not that kind of person. Everyone knows Lan Peizhi loves treasures but acquires them honorably."

The Blood Guanyin on the dragon chair finally showed some expression, a slight curl of her lips.

"Are you truly willing to part with it?"

She likely meant just the dog head itself, not involving other people or matters.

"Reluctant. But such treasures deserve to be in the hands of someone who truly understands them for proper care."

The saying goes don’t hit a smiling face.

Especially when Boss Jiang is so tactful.

The atmosphere went quiet.

Until, after a long pause.

"Deal."

"Phew—"

Jiang Chen exhaled a sigh of relief, feeling unburdened, showing no hint of physical pain.

No matter how precious the Twelve Beast Heads, it’s ultimately just a lump of bronze, a dead object; what compares to the value of a living person.

It witnessed the tragic downfall of a feudal empire; surely it shouldn’t see the birth of a new-century eunuch.

Besides.

Looking at it another way.

Exchanging a beast head for a slap on Blood Guanyin’s ass, is it a loss?

Even without a degree in accounting, anyone can clearly see the calculation.

If the pants could come off for the slap, all the better.

"Do you know where the remaining snake, sheep, and chicken are?"

Having escaped, er, solved the money-for-crisis problem, Boss Jiang suddenly asked.

"You know?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "If you know, you can tell me. I’ll see if there’s a way to get them back."

The dog head can sometimes indeed be lifesaving.

Considering the Twelve Beast Heads, Lan Peizhi spared him this time, her aura intensifying as she supported herself on the dragon chair.

"You don’t like collecting, nor have any interest in it; why put in this effort? Competing for a trophy?"

Look.

Women.

Essentially are the same.

Which one doesn’t admire vanity?

The likes may differ.

Some love bags, some luxury items, some houses, some cars, and others desire even costlier things.

Here it goes.

With another collectible in hand, attitudes change immediately, jokes start flying.

"Competing for a trophy, do I look foolish?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Looking at your things here, a lot seems like it came from the palace, handing it over, ending up in someone else’s collection, I’m not being a sucker."

Lan Peizhi remained indifferent, offering no comments.

"If you indeed know where the other beast heads are, tell me, once I retrieve them, we’ll trade."

"Trade what."

Not merely Blood Guanyin.

With such an ambiguous exchange, even the Jade Emperor couldn’t comprehend.

Jiang Chen lightly coughed. Raising a finger.

"The same rule. One smack per beast head."

What is a hero?

A true hero never flaunts his courage.

Still relentless.

Backbone so rigid it won’t bend, having suffered once, he wants vindication elsewhere.

Lan Peizhi’s face remained as serene as a mirror lake, silent, surprised the person who just escaped trouble would turn to tease her again.