I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2759 - 1712: Before Expelling External Threats, Secure Internal Stability

The sky is as blue as a clear mirror, clean and boundless.

Under the mirror.

The Martial Saint casually helped Sister Shurui take care of the flowers and plants in the Sky Garden—spraying some water here, doing some trimming there, all according to mood. Even though he knew no planes could pass through here, he would still occasionally look up at the sky.

"Already boarded."

Boss Jiang, who also received gifts yesterday, came up.

Having just turned fifteen and now on his sixteenth-year journey, the Martial Saint sighed, "Bro, how does time pass so quickly? Two days gone in a blink, like a dream."

Jiang Chen tossed up his hand.

The Martial Saint instinctively caught it, looked down, and chuckled.

It’s an orange brought by their parents from hometown.

The Martial Saint put down his gardening tools.

"Bro, how about discussing with Sister Shurui about transforming this place and planting some orange trees."

He peeled the orange, broke off a segment, and put it into his mouth, "These things are just money traps, expensive and troublesome. Can’t be too cold or too hot, in our place, they’re even used as firewood and are shameful. Better to uproot them all and plant fruit trees, sturdy and edible."

"If you want to pull them out, pull them out; we’ve got the nutrients for fruit trees."

The Martial Saint laughed, "No way, Sister Shurui isn’t that violent."

"Gulp."

He swallowed the orange half abruptly and quickly, asking tentatively, "...Is there any news from my sis?"

"Your sister’s downstairs."

"Huh?"

The Martial Saint froze, realizing instantly he’d been fooled when the other turned away.

His elder sister didn’t show up yesterday, even less likely today.

Plus, she still remembered to compensate him for the belt, proving her broad-mindedness beyond his imagination.

"Bro, where are you going?"

"Going to get an autograph for you."

The Martial Saint was stunned, then quickly raised his hand in a fist to cheer him on, "——Good luck, bro!"

Jiang Chen went downstairs, coincidentally bumping into Daoist Sister coming upstairs, and they collided head-on.

"Excuse me."

It seemed like a misunderstanding, but who knew she intentionally blocked his way.

"When to fight."

Daoist Sister got straight to the point.

Jiang Chen froze for a moment, then responded calmly, "Isn’t it not time yet."

Tanki Liuli remained silent, then stepped aside.

Boss Jiang, still as serene as water, politely thanked her while passing by, already considering getting out to lay low.

"You learned the Whip Technique?"

The question came from behind.

Jiang Chen turned back, seeing a stunning beauty with matchless elegance on the steps, persistent and serious.

"I learned the stick technique."

He quickly turned his gaze back, steeped down the stairs, the last few he jumped over directly, landing effortlessly, continuing smoothly toward the door—truly a skilled move with light grace.

"All power to you!"

A shout came from above.

The Martial Saint was seen lying on the edge of the rooftop.

This kid, out of blind admiration, unilaterally set a three-day duel with Daoist Sister.

Jiang Chen wanted to turn around and rush back up, pull down his belt, and let this kid experience his Whip Technique.

The car started.

Off in a flash.

At a certain high-end office building.

Due to the excellent security system, Boss Jiang got stopped at the first floor, picked up a magazine, and leisurely sat on the sofa, patiently waiting.

Not until he’d nearly finished a fashion magazine did an eye-catching baby-faced beauty hurriedly run over, wearing plain flat Xiaobai shoes that clashed with the environment, looked around, and then noticed Boss Jiang sitting low-key over there.

"Senior, sorry, I left my phone in the office and just saw it."

Boss Jiang raised his head, smiled nonchalantly.

"It’s alright."

Pigtails suit the school style but not the workplace, so they were changed to a high bun, still overwhelmingly attractive.

"Senior, let’s go up."

"Forget it; let’s sit here for a bit."

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Luo Li’er reached out directly, grabbed his arm without thinking, and forcibly pulled him up.

Someone had no choice but to comply.

This time they proceeded without obstruction.

"Is work busy?"

In the ascending elevator, Jiang Chen asked with concern.

"Not really. I find it quite relaxing; I just went to the lab earlier."

"No wonder you smell so nice."

Such words could be seen as presumptuous or even flirtatious among other men and women, but what’s their relationship?

"Really?"

Luo Li’er didn’t react at all, raised her arm to sniff around, then said, "Since senior came over today, could you help with references? Give some opinions?"

"No. There are so many professionals here, it’s not my place to show off."

This is one of K.E’s launch points domestically, seemingly spanning two floors, not too big.

Due to someone’s involvement, Luo Li’er has been working here for K.E since returning from France, expanding the product line, with a primary focus on perfume development. The results don’t matter—her sister’s the big boss and won’t care, as Wu Guangjiang said, happiness is key.

For now.

The girl seems quite satisfied with her current life state.

"The office is quite nice."

"It’s alright."

Luo Li’er is very modest, little realizing that having a dozens-square-meter office of her own in the Great East Sea, where every inch is worth gold, is a dream beyond reach for many workers.

"Take a seat."

Boss Jiang looked around, then grandly sat on the sofa.

"Senior, wait a bit."

With dense hair, Luo Li’er walked mysteriously towards the desk, then took out a bottle of perfume from the drawer, returned, and handed it to Jiang Chen.

"It’s a gift for you."

"This is the men’s perfume we’re planning to launch, Senior, you are the first to enjoy it."