I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Kyoto not only has seven rings but also boasts a population of millions.

Under such circumstances, the probability of a chance encounter is not necessarily greater than the likelihood of finding an Ultraman in the universe.

So when Song Chaoge walked to the side, Jiang Chen, who had just "carelessly threw trash," wasn’t surprised at all.

The blank sticky note had already disappeared.

And Young Master Song naturally couldn’t fathom the significance of a small slip of paper. He looked at the lonely figure of Jiang Chen by the railing, full of smiles, not knowing why he was so happy.

The small episode of littering was brushed aside; minor mistakes are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, right?

Even if you embellish the world history, can’t you still remain famous throughout eternity?

"Does Brother Jiang have something on his mind?"

He mimicked Jiang Chen, turning around, facing the Yongding River, with elbows resting on the railing.

The two were separated by only half a body’s width.

"Couldn’t sleep, so I wanted to chat with Young Master Song. Hope I’m not bothering him?"

"No, I don’t have the habit of sleeping early anyway."

In life, one must have one or two confidants.

Just like Su Dongpo and Zhang Huaimin who couldn’t sleep.

"Is Young Master Song here alone?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head to glance at the other, while also observing the other side.

Indeed, he came alone.

"Isn’t Brother Jiang alone too?"

"Young Master Song, with your esteemed status, should be more cautious."

"Brother Jiang, aren’t you just like me?"

Song Chaoge joked.

Jiang Chen calmly and quickly replied with composure, "But I can fight."

"..."

Song Chaoge was speechless.

Indeed.

Someone with a trackable battle record, initially riding alone for a thousand miles, had a "fifty-fifty" chance with Young Prince in Yunfu, later in Korea, shared adversity with Blood Guanyin, and performed in an elevator fight as a War God, shocking Seoul.

Later, he even focused on training his combat and physical endurance.

If one were to talk about dueling.

Song Chaoge definitely wasn’t a match and would be absolutely overwhelmed.

Listening to someone’s nonsensical remark, Song Chaoge’s smile paused momentarily, a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes, then quickly disappeared.

"Does Brother Jiang know how to swim? In high school, I won the swimming championship at the sports meet."

Swimming?

Truly a match of equals.

Both spoke somewhat off-topic.

Nonetheless, come to think of it.

Did high school sports meets have swimming events?

Anyway, Sha City High School, as a provincial key school, didn’t have them.

"Young Master Song must be joking. If you jump down from here, whether you know how to swim shouldn’t matter; calling the rescue team and ambulance is more crucial."

Who said interesting souls are one in a million?

On Yongding Bridge, weren’t there just two here?

Song Chaoge laughed heartily, the wind aiding his laughter to become more joyous.

"Brother Jiang makes a valid point; it seems we should be careful not to fall."

What constitutes a confidant?

Not necessarily a friend, but more likely your rival, your adversary.

The relationship between two men who, according to normal fate trajectories, would never have met could be described as full of twists and quite dramatic. Initially showing signs of reconciliation, a sudden twist occurred.

Yet neither of them is a mere mortal, so they don’t wear their emotions on their faces. Jiang Chen’s arms rested on the railing, his expression natural.

"Sometimes I really think Young Master Song is quite similar to me."

"Oh?"

"Doesn’t Young Master Song feel that way?"

Whether or not Song Chaoge understood the hidden meaning, he responded gentlemanly, "How could I compare to Brother Jiang? Brother Jiang is so charismatic."

Looks like he understood.

As expected.

With his cunning and intelligence, how could he not understand?

It merely implied he’s a "dog licking" kind of guy.

Since when has devotion been a reason for mockery?

Wait.

Since when did the world become so absurd?

Isn’t this once Boss Jiang’s inner monologue?

Young noblemen turned into sycophants, while true sycophants became players?

Physics ceased to exist?

"So, Young Master Song is envious of me?"

Jiang Chen, being retorted back, remained unfazed, maintaining his poise despite his ocean-like width.

Song Chaoge, caught off guard, froze for a moment before his smile widened.

"Not envious."

"Does Brother Jiang think your current situation is something to envy?"

Jiang Chen, poked in a sore spot, paused in silence before slowly exhaling, facing the ever-flowing Yongding River, his mouth slightly upturned.

"Young Master Song and I just reached a cooperation; aren’t you being a bit insincere by hitting me when I’m down so quickly?"

Cooperation?

Probably refers to roasting the arrogant Nine-headed Bird of Haojiang.

Boiling a frog in warm water.

The reason for not casting the net yet lies in Jiang Chen following Zhuge Xi, Heaven and Earth Bank President’s advice.

The reason some ingredients haven’t entered the pot is merely timing hasn’t reached when the taste is most delicious, all procedures preparing in steady steps.

From this perspective, Jiang Chen’s description was accurate.

The "plump" Nine-headed Bird indeed served as the catalyst for turning conflict into harmony, everyone being adults naturally understanding only eternal interests exist in this world.

Faced with Jiang Chen’s reasonable criticism, Song Chaoge’s disapproval showed indifference, smile unwavering, standing on the bridge with his face inherently carrying three points of wicked charm, indeed exuding elegance.

"One thing at a time."

At some unknown point, the man who’d removed his black-framed glasses spoke, Jiang Chen straightforward, he frank, "I’m doing it for Jin Se, not targeting anyone. Brother Jiang knows, Jin Se and I have known each other since childhood, should she encounter hardship, I can’t sit back idle."

Already flawless, unable to find any point of rebuttal, yet he supplemented with corroborating evidence.

"Like Lawyer Fang to Brother Jiang, when she encounters trouble, doesn’t Brother Jiang similarly rush to her aid without hesitation?"