I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"This is a sure-fire business, you have no reason to refuse."

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Even Lan Peizhi fell into silence, looking at the earnest Mr. Jiang.

From a business perspective.

Undisputable.

Even if acquired at the current market value, in the long run, it’s absolutely a profitable investment, especially since she is one of the founders of Great Wall.

However.

Business sometimes isn’t just pure business.

Shen Zhou is a society underpinned by personal relationships, where social intricacies exist everywhere.

Before this, Cao Jinse had offered five billion. If Jinhai then sold shares to her, wouldn’t that be equivalent to cutting in?

This cannot be summed up as simply going to the highest bidder.

Even Shi Qianxi understood the logic, transitioning from stunned to intrigue to oddity, watching the "exceptionally smart" Jiang Chen, sensibly keeping silent.

From her perspective.

On one side is a near-extortion of five billion, on the other is an equal transaction, it’s clear which is beneficial.

Even knowing Great Wall’s shares are a rare commodity, under the current circumstances, to cash out and disentangle is completely acceptable.

Without the shares, how could the Cao Family girl extort her?

Only, in doing so, the hatred she draws is likely to transfer to the successor...

"If there are no issues, finalize the agreement promptly."

This time, borrowing money was not mentioned.

Indeed.

With Blood Guanyin’s ability, she can go head-to-head with Princess Cao, financing hundreds of billions is not a breeze?

For Lan Peizhi, the acquisition funds are evidently not a problem, but for someone like Lan Peizhi, the issues she faces often transcend monetary solutions.

Her gaze moved to the seller.

Yet, the seller feigns ignorance, eyes fixed downward, tacitly accepting Jiang Chen’s intervention, leaving no objection to this "mutually beneficial" transaction.

With the seller’s consent, the problem now falls on her, the buyer.

Even though already involved, cutting in on Jinhai’s shares is a different story.

Calculating hatred value isn’t a simple math problem, it can’t be simplified to 1+1=2.

It could be 1+1=3, or even infinite.

Though intervening may not bother the other side much, benefiting from the opportunity is uncertain.

Jiang Chen surely understands the pain points, facing them head-on, "You are her elder, even if she feels upset, she wouldn’t take it to heart."

Forthright.

Unreservedly honest!

But really, is there a need to be this straightforward?

Now, with three people here, even two people shouldn’t be this direct.

"Elder" such wording is actually quite impolite to women!

Oh.

Right!

Mr. Jiang isn’t just forthright, he’s scheming!

With three people around, his risk of getting hit is greatly reduced.

It’s not a violent era anymore.

Still, the increasingly composed Blood Guanyin surely notices her image in front of Jinhai Industry’s director, right?

As expected.

Comrade Jiang Chen doesn’t fight unprepared battles, seemingly impulsive whims, yet each step is meticulously calculated. After he uttered "elder", Lan Peizhi’s mood visibly fluctuated, evidenced by her raised hands, though the movement was small, they eventually returned to her lap.

Shi Qianxi didn’t notice these details naturally, because she wasn’t paying attention. After all, to her, Blood Guanyin has always been an "elder", and the wording has nothing inappropriately.

She quietly observed the legendary woman, curious whether she would accept this considerable—wealth."

In contrast, Lan Peizhi.

Long breath, silent, eyes fixed on a spot in the courtyard, truly like Guanyin in meditation, under the light, her snow-white face showed no hint.

No doubt.

She’s caught in a dilemma.

Accept.

There’s a high chance of forming a deadly rivalry with Cao Jinse.

Don’t accept?

Then her stepping up to aid Jinhai becomes a mere theatrical joke?

"I’m going for a walk."

Director Shi suddenly spoke, demonstrating immense emotional intelligence, aware of her family background, how could she not understand social intricacies, her previous arrogance was because those people weren’t worth her emotional intelligence.

Seeing her leave, Jiang Chen was caught off guard, having never planned for this matron to suddenly become "empathetic."

But he didn’t consider, which of these nearby women weren’t extraordinary?

"Wait a moment!"

Don’t misunderstand.

This wasn’t addressed to Shi Qianxi; Shi Qianxi was already gone, her figure melded into the archway, Jiang Chen turned his head, sternly facing Lan Peizhi.

"I haven’t finished yet."

Without a third party, there’s no room for courtesy.

Inflicting internal injuries without visible marks is but a trivial trick to the police, for Blood Guanyin, it holds even less difficulty.

Jiang Chen’s timely response, Lan Peizhi had already set her legs down.

Of course.

Perhaps she merely stood to speak with convenience?

"Speak."

Grabbing the last chance, Jiang Chen, having had several painful experiences of acting first, "This is the best solution for shared happiness."

Shared happiness?

Is this some new interpretation?

As expected, Lan Peizhi questioned, repeating, "Shared happiness?"

"I know you’re just settling personal debts, not targeting anyone."

Shi Qianxi’s emotional intelligence is high, Boss Jiang is no less. Rising from grassroots, it wasn’t just a soulless follower system.

The cheats in novels given to the chosen ones are comprehensive; his solely issues mechanized tasks without further help.

Despite having scaled numerous mountains, indeed tears of bitterness abound.

Of course.

Men don’t cry.

Jiang Chen is resilient and doesn’t blame destiny.

His high emotional intelligence speech yielded results, Lan Peizhi refrained from risky actions, or rather the notion "help for personal favors" was his genuine view.

"I know, and I’ll let Jinse know too. So you need not worry, you acquire Jinhai’s shares, you benefit, Jinhai incurs no loss, Jinse can gracefully withdraw."

Listening to this.

There’s indeed a sense of logic.

A trio of perfection!

"Naive."

Sounding feasible, yet Lan Peizhi scoffed, unceremoniously casting judgment with two words.

Jiang Chen remained unfazed, countering, "Do you have a better way? Further conflict will entangle more people, benefiting no one. So trust me, I won’t harm you."

Indeed.

Someone might just be using eloquence to drag the other down, leveraging her to attract Princess Cao’s ire, thereby raising Jinhai to safety.

Thinking of it—

Hiss—

Chilling to the bone.

Guarding against others is crucial, deceitful hearts, some matters must be guarded against.

After all, what’s his relationship with Jinhai’s director?

And with herself?

From Lan Peizhi’s perspective, suspicions are inevitable.

She’s paying a personal debt for sure, but doesn’t wish to be the scapegoat.

"How do I know you won’t harm me."

Upon hearing this, even in such a solemn scenario, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

"Would I dare? If I wronged you, you’d have me tossed over the wall."

Hmm.

Indeed, "wrong" is a more fitting description.

"I haven’t done anything to Shi Qianxi."

Mr. Jiang’s meaning, though seemingly nonsensical, isn’t profound. In distinctions of intimacy, if he’s using the other to bail out Jinhai, it’s because he’s closer to Jinhai. He’s clarifying this.

He hasn’t done anything to the director.

How perceptive?

The fact that she did something to him, expertly bypassed, never mentioned.

And what about him to Lan Peizhi?

He even kissed her.

Whether it was his initiative—

None could decide.

Lan Peizhi’s expression instantly turned cold, likely understanding and recalling undesired memories, then.

"Whoosh—"

Someone lifted off, flying like a sandbag, outside the courtyard, aimlessly wandering Shi Qianxi, looked up only to see a shadow flung over the wall, "bang" on the haystack, rolling once, then swiftly climbed out, dusting his clothes, offering her a subtle smile.

Seemingly to convey.

The hem slightly dirty nothing more.