I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2221 - 1416: He Ran Away! (Part 2)

Is Hu Die a sensible person?

Clearly not.

She evidently knows who the target of the airport pickup is today, but it doesn’t matter; she only needs to be responsible for someone’s orders.

As for whether the target cooperates or causes any other consequences, it’s not her problem.

The fuse has already been lit.

The smell of gunpowder looms faintly.

Just as Hu Die is about to speak, two airport security officers walk over.

"Ms. Hu Die."

Hu Die presses her lips together, shifting her gaze.

"You are now under heightened surveillance and are not allowed to leave Kyoto."

Shi Qianxi’s eyes flicker for a moment, her icy expression undergoing slight changes.

Heightened surveillance.

Not allowed to leave the area.

It’s obvious.

This is treatment only enjoyed by criminal suspects.

Indeed.

No wonder she’s coming out.

Zhong Tingwang issued a death order before leaving Beijing, sparing no expense to hire the most formidable legal team to pursue the matter.

But.

Hu Die didn’t glue her business card to her face, so how did she attract the airport’s...

Oh.

Right.

It’s the technology age now.

Heavenly Eye is so powerful, face recognition is a breeze, look around, aren’t there cameras everywhere?

"I’m here to pick someone up."

Hu Die said calmly.

Yes.

Is there a problem with picking someone up?

It’s not like she’s fleeing.

You could say the airport’s reaction is too swift, but this is a good thing, showing the power of the relevant departments, not slacking off.

If law enforcement departments all had this efficiency, the construction of a harmonious society would be within reach.

The two security guards stand with hands behind their backs, not leaving, keeping watch.

Sure, she probably can’t buy a ticket, but who says you necessarily need to use your own identity information to buy plane tickets? Criminals have divine skills.

The atmosphere gets a bit awkward for a moment.

Shi Qianxi could easily take advantage of this opportunity to get through smoothly, just by complaining the other party harassed her, they’d definitely leave her for questioning due to "carrying guilt," but she chooses not to hit when someone’s down.

"Let’s go."

Instead, she cooperates with the other party.

Under the "escort" of the security personnel, Hu Die successfully picks up the target, and Shi Qianxi sits in the rear of the yet-to-be-repaired new energy vehicle.

"What crime did you commit?"

Director Shi’s voice starts up simultaneously with the car’s electric motor.

Turns out to be guilty of curiosity.

Ah, women...

Hu Die is silent.

What talent.

Director Shi is no longer in such a foul mood, looking at the inner rearview mirror, "Did your Mr. Jiang not help you solve it?"

"If it weren’t for Mr. Jiang, I’d still be inside now."

Hu Die states honestly.

"Helping halfway?"

Yeah.

Got the person out, so why still put a shackle?

"Take Miss Shi to the Great Wall Group."

Hu Die shifts the topic from the driver’s seat.

Shi Qianxi doesn’t respond, "You know me."

"I do."

Hu Die responds concisely.

How could she not know?

Even before switching jobs, she had deep research on "Mr. Jiang."

"Who are you to him?"

The previous guess was probably inaccurate.

Couldn’t be a bodyguard, likely not just a subordinate either.

"This question isn’t important to Miss Shi."

Shi Qianxi continues obliviously, taking off her baseball cap to reveal an elegant almond-shaped face.

"A lover? A mistress?"

Classic provocation.

Actually a very good way to get information, but unfortunately used on the wrong target.

"My relationship with Mr. Jiang is very pure, Miss Shi needn’t worry."

Two sentences.

Both could be considered key points.

The purity of the relationship can temporarily be unmentioned, but what does it mean for the other party not to need to worry?

Shi Qianxi looks at the inner rearview mirror again, sneering coldly.

"What do you think my relationship with him is?"

Hu Die doesn’t engage, again says matter-of-fact: "Take Miss Shi to the Great Wall Group."

As one of the founders of Great Wall, it’s reasonable to visit Beijing for an inspection.

Besides.

Isn’t she here to hold someone accountable?

Shi Qianxi is silent, finally glancing at the woman driving in the inner rearview mirror, then shifts her focus, putting the hat back on.

"No rush."

Consistently conventional, Hu Die shows no expression, driving quietly.

Meanwhile.

Great Wall Group.

Director Shi’s decision was correct, the meeting has ended.

"Director Jiang, stay back."

Cao Jinse, one of the four giants, stops Jiang Chen.

Obviously, Boss Jiang isn’t doing this on purpose, but is genuinely helpless—right as he’s about to rise, he can only sit back down.

Actually, during the meeting earlier, he was planning to answer the phone; after all, as part of the group’s leadership, stepping out to take a call isn’t something anyone would criticize, but when his ringtone sounded, Princess Cao unexpectedly remarked, "Whose phone is that? Don’t you know to mute during meetings?"

Under watchful eyes, Boss Jiang had no choice, but to lead by example, reluctantly ending the call and continuing the meeting.

Of course.

Can’t blame Princess Cao.

How would she know his ringtone?

Executives leave one by one, the conference room gradually quiets down until only Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse remain.

Wait.

There’s also Youmao dozing against the back wall.

Hm.

As soon as the meeting ends, she awakes, seated, her bright black eyes now fixed intently on the man unable to escape.

"Is there something urgent?"

Princess Cao asks.

"Returning a call."

Jiang Chen picks up his phone to indicate, looking nonchalant.

Truly an acting artist.

"Call back later, should be fine, right?"

Jiang Chen doesn’t respond, then asks, "Is there anything else?"

Anything else left?

Returning the book is already days past!

There’s a three-day deadline, for heaven’s sake.

Of course.

Someone probably doesn’t know that the other party knows.

Cao Jinse opens her briefcase, takes out a book from it, and tosses it over.

—Diary of a Madman

No matter how much self-control someone has, at this moment, they can’t help but twitch.

That Crown Prince, "willing to serve humbly," wouldn’t be honest, right?

Disclosed it to the sister so soon?

Wouldn’t it be logical to wait for him to respond before confessing?

Jiang Chen picks up the book, feigning composure, looking up.

"You’ve made annotations on it."

"..."

Pardon me.

It’s a good habit to make notes while reading, but this is someone else’s book, and some don’t like their books being written or drawn on by others.

"Sorry. I’ll buy a new one..."

"No need, my brother has already finished reading this Diary of a Madman, keep it as a souvenir."

Judging by her mood.

Seems normal.

But Jiang Chen strongly feels, Cao Xiugo is already talking nonsense, otherwise why return this specific Diary of a Madman to him; if you don’t want it, isn’t it simpler to simply throw it away, how could Mr. Cao be such a trivial person.

"Jiang Chen, do you have anything you want to say."

Youmao interrupts, standing up, her gaze akin to aunties waiting to hold a meeting at the village entrance.

Youmao’s form completely quashes Jiang Chen’s inner anxiety, indeed birds of a feather flock together.

From Cao Jinse’s character, one can ascertain her big brother wouldn’t be someone who sneaks around.

Yet.

He’s so innocent?

Whom to blame?

Blame this Diary of a Madman in hand?

Or blame Zhou Shuren with two trees at his door?

"Wait, I’m stepping out briefly."

"Where are you going?"

Youmao quickly asks.

"The restroom."

Nature calls.

Youmao certainly can’t stop him, sits back down, waiting for him to return.

"Miss, this time you can’t hold back, you must get clear answers, whether taped or not taped!"

Actually, Jiang Chen going to the restroom makes Cao Jinse breathe slightly easier.

When is she not anxious?

Her brother’s multiple choice was never for just one person.

Cao Jinse says nothing further, ignoring Youmao, uncharacteristically restless, yet she at least chooses not to retreat, consistent with her nature.

Time ticks by.

Ten seconds.

Half a minute.

Three minutes.

Ten minutes.

"Did he fall into the toilet!"

Youmao impatiently rises, quickly leaving the conference room, soon slipping back.

"Miss, he ran away!"

Cao Jinse silently sits in the chair, face as calm as water, watching Youmao at the conference room entrance, her gaze gradually hardens, as if making a certain determination.