I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2659 - 1655: Drink More Hot Water

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Jiang Chen debated historical facts with Liao Xiangdong and managed to leave her private museum. However, Liao Xiangdong revealed that the Dragon Hunter incident Jiang Chen caused requires his attention. Jiang Chen assured her he would handle it, promising to find the Imperial Jade Seal and claiming he would one day own the Dragon Chair.

After leaving the private museum that no one knew about, Boss Jiang quickly glanced around. Not seeing Liao Xiangdong, he decisively headed home.

True feelings eventually can’t withstand the long passage of time.

The close brother who shared life and death and fought side by side in the past has now completely changed.

How can this world not cause depression?

Fortunately, Boss Jiang is someone who "can easily boast at any time," so he wasn’t deeply affected, and didn’t lament the wickedness of human nature on the way. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, his eyes were vacant, seemingly lost in thought, perhaps pondering the whereabouts of the missing animal heads? Or maybe really thinking about including foot baths in health insurance to lead everyone towards glory?

"Seriously, just once, whatever conditions, you name it."

Back home, Jiang Chen unexpectedly saw a guest.

Luo Li’er.

This girl was pestering the Duanmu Taoist, not sure what she’s trying to convince, making it so that the TV wasn’t being watched properly.

"I can’t."

"Why can’t you? Liuli, you’re free, as long as you are willing, no one can interfere with your decision, not even Senior Sister Li Shuru."

Upon hearing this.

Jiang Chen knew this girl’s intentions were "less than honorable."

Li Shuru wasn’t around, likely at the company.

The Martial Saint brat wasn’t here either, at school.

Clearly trying to take advantage while Daoist Duanmu was home alone, seizing the opportunity.

But the Taoist nun now is not as easily fooled as when she first came down the mountain.

Duanmu Liuli didn’t reply, instead turning around. Luo Li’er, absorbed in her own little schemes, didn’t understand and followed suit instinctively, but hearing beats seeing.

"Is there something, tell me too."

Boss Jiang approached.

Of all times to return, early or late, why now, so annoying.

Luo Li’er couldn’t compare to her sister at all. Her sister is a professional actress, maybe not calm at all times, but she wouldn’t write guilt on her face like this girl, jumping up from the sofa startled upon seeing someone, smiling awkwardly and stiffly, clumsily calling out.

"Senior."

The person who just fought with Guanyin chuckled, "It hasn’t been long since we’ve seen each other, why so excited?"

Luo Li’er felt embarrassed, knowing the other party must have heard something, slightly reproached, "Why do you walk without making a sound, Senior?"

No sound?

Returning to his own home, should he deliberately make a commotion?

Indeed.

Being unreasonable is a girl’s innate nature.

Just a matter of degree.

"Could it be you’re too focused?"

"Never mind, I’ll head out first."

Seeing Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear, Luo Li’er immediately changed plans and decided to retreat.

It’s been such a short time, why is everything now "things have changed"?

Previously, this girl was quite "attached" to her senior.

"Stop."

Jiang Chen couldn’t accept this change, calling Luo Li’er to stop, even though he’d been tricked by Liao Xiangdong, it didn’t implicate the innocent. After all, when he met this campus belle junior, he hadn’t met her sister yet.

"What is it? If Senior can help, then help."

As for Luo Li’er, Boss Jiang’s strategy remained consistent, no other tricks, mainly responding to every request.

"I want..."

Luo Li’er’s obsidian-like eyes turned and turned, estimating that even if she didn’t speak, Duanmu Liuli wouldn’t keep the secret, so she chose to confess proactively.

"...to ask Liuli to be a model."

"Model?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard.

"Yes."

Luo Li’er nodded, "Senior Sister Xu and I have created a set of clothing, so I want to ask Liuli to help us try it out."

Luo Li’er was someone he called back from France.

Regarding Xu Siyi’s involvement in K.E domestically due to "emotional intelligence," he was well aware.

But these two could play around, how did they start targeting the young Taoist nun?

"No way!"

Barely moments ago, friendly and approachable, Jiang Chen decisively refused, as if he’d succeeded in tricking someone only to immediately turn hostile.

"Why not? Liuli has nothing to do anyway, and we’re not unwilling to pay."

Luo Li’er argued with reason, but who was she insinuating?

"There are so many models, who can’t you find."

Jiang Chen chuckled a bit, "She’s not a model."

"We don’t require professional ones."

Luo Li’er said, "Senior Sister Xu is studying art, and I’m studying dance, neither of us is professional, Senior, don’t be so narrow-minded."

No wonder she mentioned Li Shuru earlier.

Undoubtedly Li Shuru is also aware of the matter and has instructed Duanmu Liuli.

"It’s a different case. She’s a religious person."

"She’s a Taoist, not a monk."

"Taoists are also religious people, have you ever seen a Taoist publicly advertising?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "It’s really not possible."

It’s not that he, as a senior, was being unkind, truly this matter was too outrageous.

If that Old Immortal found out he’s taking the proud disciple for advertising and business, how could it be?

Exactly.

Daoist Sect isn’t Buddhist Sect.

Daoist doesn’t emphasize compassion and mercy.

Besides.

Lan Peizhi’s hurdle couldn’t be crossed.

Just now finally escaped the private museum through painstaking efforts, isn’t this actively handing the handle over again?

He couldn’t find another scapegoat to save his life for a while.

"Why not ask your sister? Your sister is professional."

Jiang Chen suggested.

"My sister can’t. Asking her would be cheating. We want to rely on our own strength."

"Pfft."

Not intentional.

Really couldn’t hold it.

"Why are you laughing!"

Luo Li’er was dissatisfied.

Jiang Chen raised his hand slightly, signaling apologies, wanting to control it, but the smile grew brighter.