I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2057 - 1330: I Can Hear It

"Mr. Jiang, I don’t think we need to worry about Che Changmin."

Che Changmin has already left to return to continue his work at the Grand Prosecution Office.

In Korea’s system, such a dedicated political figure is indeed rare.

"Che Changmin’s current position has largely been because Koreans have pushed him step by step. He is different from those officials who got their positions through connections; he has a strong grassroots foundation. It’s definitely not easy for Americans to deal with him. On the contrary, the world has suffered under the U.S. for so long, it might even provoke public outrage."

Xing Jie nodded in agreement with Xu Kuan’s analysis and added, "In the past two years, Che Changmin has made great progress. He was just a prosecutor before, but now he’s increasingly like a politician. Recently, he had the opportunity to enter the Constitutional Court, but he refused."

"Che Changmin indeed has a lot of political wisdom, or you could say he’s woken up. Politics is not a hundred-meter sprint but a marathon; running fast is not as good as running steadily," Xu Kuan sighed.

"Clear any traces of interaction between you as much as possible."

"Don’t worry, Mr. Jiang, we know what to do. In fact, we are always prepared. If anything happens, it will definitely not involve Che Prosecutor."

Che Changmin is not just a Korean high official who has been "converted" or "corrupted"; both he and Xing Jie understand his importance to Mr. Jiang.

"Che Prosecutor has left, Mr. Jiang, shall we have a drink?"

Xu Kuan smiled nonchalantly, having seen all sorts of situations, what is there to fear?

"There’s a girl group performance downstairs today, Mr. Jiang, would you like to take a look?"

The Platinum Level hotel is not just self-proclaimed.

Lanxin Hotel’s bar occasionally features surprise shows, with performers being top-tier artists. Those who are not of a sufficient level have no qualification to perform.

"Is it a proper performance?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Xu Kuan gave a knowing smile, revealing a look that all men understand.

"Mr. Jiang should ask Xing Jie about this, he’s in charge of that."

"There are all kinds of performances Mr. Jiang might want to see."

Xing Jie replied concisely.

Jiang Chen smiled, "What I mean is, no coercion should be involved."

"Don’t worry, Mr. Jiang, the artists participate voluntarily."

After Xing Jie finished, Xu Kuan added, "Artists performing at our Lanxin are under our protection. If they weren’t here, they would have to perform elsewhere, which would be harsher and more tiring. Mr. Jiang, those artists actually should be grateful to us."

Brilliant and unattainably high stars are so insignificant in the face of real power.

Jiang Chen is neither a saint nor Holy Mother Mary; every circle has its own rules, and every region has its own ecosystem.

It’s well-known that Korea’s entertainment industry is dark, a horse farm for the privileged class, yet young people in Korea still throw themselves into it recklessly.

"Forget it, too noisy."

Jiang Chen refused Xu Kuan’s proposal, truly not experiencing the pleasure of a chaebol at all.

Of course.

The current Boss Jiang is not someone Korean chaebols can provoke; tormenting female stars, treating idol celebrities as playthings, such interests are too low-level for Boss Jiang.

One doesn’t need to be a gentleman, but neither should one be a beast.

"Then let’s arrange for Mr. Jiang to rest. There’s a spa downstairs where Mr. Jiang can relax."

This time Jiang Chen did not refuse.

The spa inside Lanxin Hotel is naturally very high-end. One must admit that indeed, there are many beautiful women in Korea; even the staff have model-like figures, gorgeous like flowers.

Though whether there is technological enhancement, that’s another matter, and the requirements shouldn’t be too strict.

The female manager of the spa personally received him. Her V-neck short skirt uniform had a neckline just right; the pushed-up beauty was tempting to the point of bursting, though she was a little older, estimated to be over thirty.

Of course.

Women of different ages each have their own unique charm.

Jiang Chen has enjoyed first-class bubble baths in Tokyo Ginza, but the room specially arranged for him now was exaggeratedly large; the bath alone was equivalent to a small swimming pool.

Beside the bath, there was a waterbed, with a giant screen TV hanging from the ceiling. Surrounding steam filled the air, mist swirling about, and an unknown fragrance permeated the air, hazy and ambiguous.

"Sir, let me help you undress."

The manager’s voice was melodious too, soft and magnetic, her appearance not losing to any artist idol, plus an impressive figure, the allure to men was obvious, almost akin to an aphrodisiac.

But Boss Jiang, despite being not very old, has been through much, especially tempered by the likes of a peerless beauty like Fujiwara Reiki, responding to such situations with a calm demeanor.

Hmm.

He simply raised his arm to facilitate undressing, while calmly asking, "Are all customers here personally attended by you?"

Though the manager wore high heels, due to height and angle, Jiang Chen could easily see the Mariana Trench formed by her cleavage.

If it were a chaebol, the head might already be buried in by now.

"No. It’s because sir is a distinguished guest of the bosses."

The bosses referred to Xing Jie and Xu Kuan, no need for a detailed introduction to Boss Jiang’s identity for a spa manager.

"Do all your staff here speak such good Mandarin?"

"Yes, before our staff start working, they must undergo professional training, and pass an assessment to get a contract."

When the female manager helped remove his upper clothing, Boss Jiang’s unremarkable but well-proportioned body was exposed to the warm air.

A good build isn’t hulking or monstrously muscular, but balanced!