I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2207 - 1409: Chicken_2

But how could he know the secrets at the top of the pyramid?

Although he had connections with heroes across the world.

Who would tell him these things?

Miss He Junru?

Or Young Master Gong who didn’t even have time to say hello?

We’re getting off track.

From Song Chaoge’s words, it can be heard that Hu Die didn’t come out last night, neither did Zhong Xiaoye.

It’s reasonable.

These two are both victims and perpetrators, they must be treated equally. Either neither is let go or both are released, otherwise one side will have something to say.

After all, they are not ordinary monsters.

They have backing from the heavens.

Though the backstage differs in size, dignity must be maintained.

Just like playing a game, you are the relative of the game developer’s boss, it’s acceptable to add some stats for yourself, but if you equip a Dragon Slayer Sword and an immortal body with a strike value of 9999, that’s not just breaking the game’s balance, that’s telling everyone there’s no point in playing.

This certainly won’t do.

So Young Master Song’s reminder was astute.

Let Hu Die stay inside; apart from letting her reflect and repent, it also serves to detain Zhong Xiaoye, killing two birds with one stone.

Of course.

According to legal procedures, without evidence, cooperation in investigation lasts no more than 24 to 48 hours, unless there are special circumstances.

And what counts as a "special circumstance"?

Isn’t this a special circumstance?

Jiang Chen neither confirmed nor denied; taking down that Nine-headed Bird is unrealistic and ill-timed, but dampening this bird’s spirits is quite doable.

Anyhow, with nine heads, chopping off one or two wouldn’t hurt much.

Simultaneously.

It’s also somewhat helping Miss He Junru vent her anger.

No wonder Youmao gave him the nickname Xiao Songzi; eunuchs in ancient times were rather cunning, Song Chaoge merely provided advice without taking charge, leaving the decision to Jiang Chen.

Boss Jiang certainly won’t rush; he promised Fang Jun, and Hu Die inside is quite safe.

Ending the call with Song Chaoge, Jiang Chen leisurely ate his breakfast, barely finishing when his phone rang again.

It was the rarely seen "talent," Zhuge Xi, the president of Heaven and Earth Bank.

"Mr. Jiang, do you have time to come to the bank?"

Look.

Would an ordinary subordinate dare to ask the boss to come over? They’d definitely make a home visit.

Jiang Chen didn’t ask any unnecessary questions; the other party wouldn’t disturb him without reason, and if it were trivial matters, they wouldn’t ask him to come, so he straightforwardly said, "I’ll be over later."

Talents are rare.

Actually, a good boss is even rarer.

After breakfast, Jiang Chen drove alone to Financial Street; within the second ring road, there’s no need for bodyguards, furthermore he is no mere drunkard; few people are enough to pose a threat, and if there are too many, do they really think the hat-wearing uncles on the streets are idle?

Besides, security levels are top-notch right after the national meeting.

Hu Die was looking for excitement herself.

Otherwise, those few people couldn’t have escaped either.

Of course.

In that case, it would just be an ordinary traffic accident.

Passing by the Westin Hotel located on Financial Street, Jiang Chen glanced at the hotel entrance while driving, but didn’t stop.

This time, President Zhuge was more considerate, waiting at the entrance with the bank’s executives.

After all, it’s the second meeting.

Boss Jiang isn’t one for red tape, he sent away unrelated personnel and went to the president’s office.

"Mr. Jiang, has Zhong Xiaoye been arrested?"

Though somewhat prepared, hearing the other’s opening remark still surprised Jiang Chen.

He turned to gaze at his president.

"You know him?"

Zhuge Xi nodded, then raised his hand wrapped in silk gloves to point at the chair in front of the desk, "He sat there a few days ago."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

"He’s our client now, an important client,"

Zhuge Xi supplemented.

Jiang Chen was again caught off guard.

Business is going smoothly?

Even the Nine-headed Bird from Haojiang came for it?

"How did you find out?"

Isn’t Heaven and Earth Bank a financial institution? It’s not an intelligence agency, is it?

Besides, wasn’t it something that happened just last night?

"I just heard. As the King of Haojiang, Zhong Xiaoye has quite extensive connections."

Jiang Chen suddenly realized.

Apparently, not only were He Junru’s people informed.

But it also indirectly indicates his president’s capabilities.

He truly is perceptive.

It’s normal.

Think of the resume that others wouldn’t dare fabricate.

Staying in Kyoto, yet causing a senior FBI agent thousands of miles away to meet their end, how fierce!

"You sought me out just for this matter?"

The tall, slender Zhuge Xi calmly nodded.

"We’re running a bank, aren’t we? Should we mind our clients’ private affairs?"

Jiang Chen laughed while walking over to sit on the couch.

Zhuge Xi followed along.

Clearly, the boss hasn’t grasped his meaning.

He didn’t understand the emphasis on "important client."

"Zhong Xiaoye is collaborating with us at Heaven and Earth Bank for money laundering."

"..."

Does it have to be so direct?

Jiang Chen instinctively glanced at the office door.

Hmm.

Very tightly closed.

"So?"

"He intends to launder money overseas,"

Zhuge Xi continued, succinctly, and seemingly out of the blue.

What does laundering money overseas mean?

Is there laundering money domestically?

Wait!

Jiang Chen’s eyes flashed as a trained academic; though graduation seems long ago, the knowledge stored in his mind never fades with time.

No matter how resourceful Zhuge Xi is, he can’t just fabricate things out of thin air.

Just like the water in a swimming pool.

Whether clean or dirty, draining it without detection requires crucial channels, but more importantly, maintaining dynamic balance is essential.

Only water drained, if not replenished, the pool’s water level drops.

Only water replenished, if not drained, the pool spills over and explodes.

In other words.

Water out, best matched with water in.

Vice versa too!

And Moon City’s annual turnover is in the trillions, a considerable part contributed by Shen Zhou’s gamblers.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized, eyes wide open, looking at Zhuge Xi with new intrigue.

Now.

He increasingly grasps the mindset of Emperors throughout history.

If someone cannot be of use, or is to leave someday, then the only option is reincarnation.

"Mr. Jiang, your gaze makes me uneasy."

Zhuge Xi smiled, the curve of his mouth equally meaningful.

There are always higher mountains, and stronger people.

Compared to him, what he learned is nothing.

Jiang Chen shook his head, laughing.

"So you think Zhong Xiaoye can’t have problems?"

"Yes."

President Zhuge candidly nodded, "Losing such an important client would be a major loss for our bank."

What a way with words.

How considerate of the bank.

Jiang Chen nodded thoughtfully.

"Certainly, those who play with fire will eventually get burned, but if possible, delay their demise."

Zhuge Xi calmly stated.

No one’s thoughts are flawless.

Thus, nations large or enterprises of scale establish think tanks.

Three heads are better than one.

Pooling ideas finds gaps and maximizes benefits.

Jiang Chen realized his visit was worthwhile.

That Zhong Tingwang is not just a bird.

But a chicken.

To kill the chicken for eggs is foolish and shortsighted.

"How long will it need?"

He asked.

Zhuge Xi pondered briefly, "A year."

Jiang Chen looked at him.

"Eight months can work too," Zhuge Xi said.

Jiang Chen chuckled, then nodded.

"I understand."

Moreover.

Boss Jiang paused, then spoke sincerely.

"In the future, don’t change jobs anymore."

Zhuge Xi showed a meaningful smile.

"Mr. Jiang, do you know why I changed my name? My dream is to be Zhuge Wu Hou."

For someone who finds joy in job-hopping, to claim he wants to be Zhuge Wu Hou?

What does Zhuge Wu Hou represent?

Lifetime loyalty.

Dedicated service, never turning back.

"Should I also change my name?"

"Mr. Jiang is wiser than Imperial Uncle Liu,"

Zhuge Xi responded without hesitation.

Straightforward.

And smooth.

Jiang Chen placed his hand on his knee, laughing heartily.

Small wonder he likes picking Dream of the Red Chamber names.

Not just a financial talent, but a historian too.