I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2119 - 1361: Kindred Spirits (Part 2)

"Brother, didn’t you say you were only going for a few days? How come you’ve stayed so long? How’s Korea?"

Martial Saint’s memory is still stuck on the time returning from Japan, putting the food in front of his Brother Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen was about to speak, but all he heard was: "Definitely not as fun as Japan."

It’s Lan Peizhi.

Looking at his old sister, Martial Saint, who has been to Kabukicho in Tokyo, gave a sheepish smile, feeling guilty.

Back then, he couldn’t do much over the phone.

But now, she’s right in front of him.

His old sister could really break his leg.

"I went on a business trip, not for fun."

Interrupted, Jiang Chen resumed speaking, sounding serious.

"Brother, you picked a great time to go, Korea has been quite lively recently."

Martial Saint, being no fool, hurriedly changed the subject, "There have been doctor protests, a plane crash, and now the president is about to be sued. The place is getting crazier and crazier."

Jiang Chen picked up his chopsticks, remaining silent, just like Tanki Liuli, who doesn’t talk during meals, silently picking up food.

Not very lavish, four dishes and a soup, and almost all vegetarian.

Luckily, none of them are picky eaters.

Jiang Chen picked up a piece of stir-fried vegetable stalks, put it into his mouth, chewed it a bit then realized something was off, promptly spat it out.

"It’s raw."

He turned his head to look at Tanki Liuli’s perfect profile.

Strangely enough.

The quiet eating Daoist Duanmu visibly froze for a moment, looking cute and quite curious.

She paused her chopsticks, likewise turning her head, meeting the gaze of Jiang Chen who criticized her, with eyes that were pure and inexplicably filled with confusion.

This left Boss Jiang bewildered.

"Ahem... Brother, my sister cooked this meal today."

Martial Saint awkwardly interjected.

"..."

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded.

Blood Guanyin cooking?

Can she cook?

Jiang Chen was incredulous, shifting his gaze from Tanki Liuli’s face.

No wonder she had that expression.

Can’t just recklessly blame people because they’re straightforward and innocent.

Actually, one can’t blame Comrade Jiang Chen.

If anyone else were in this situation, they would surely "take for granted" that Daoist Sister knows how to cook, especially since she’s been taking care of Martial Saint. Who the heck would associate it with someone as ethereal as Lan Peizhi?

"You cooked it?"

"If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it."

It really was her who cooked it.

But it makes sense.

Cooking for her younger brother and his junior sister—is that really worth making such a fuss over?

Jiang Chen’s face stiffened, feeling somewhat distressed.

It’s not a matter of taste, it’s simply raw!

Not everyone is as understanding as Princess Cao, who would take the dish back to stir-fry again if it’s raw. Looking at the unmoving Guanyin, she doesn’t seem to have any intention of admitting and correcting the mistake.

After all, she wasn’t cooking for him specifically; Tanki Liuli and Martial Saint are eating without saying a word, and he’s just a temporary guest. What right does he have to be picky?

Jiang Chen clearly realized this, wisely choosing to keep quiet, then instinctively glanced at Tanki Liuli and Martial Saint, eyes "ambiguous."

These two—they genuinely endure.

Eating it raw without a word.

Whether Tanki Liuli is used to it, there’s not a hint of disruption, but Martial Saint noticed Jiang Chen’s gaze, exchanged looks with him sneakily.

That plate of stir-fried vegetable stalks surely won’t be touched again, also couldn’t just eat plain rice, that would be too rude. Jiang Chen cautiously tried some of the other vegetarian dishes, found them passable, with little more than minor issues of seasoning, still palatable.

Seems like she wasn’t completely incapable, just a bit off with the timing on that stir-fried vegetable stalks.

Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

The atmosphere quieted down quite a bit thereafter.

To make amends, or perhaps to show his stance, Jiang Chen even added more rice.

Martial Saint watched, thoroughly impressed.

Truly duly his idol.

He’s a real master.

"You all go rest; I’ll clean up."

After dinner, Martial Saint eagerly volunteered, displaying his growth and improvement in front of his older sister.

All the adults are far from ordinary, no one offered to help, comfortably leaving the young man in the dining room.

Seeing Tanki Liuli hand the remote control to Lan Peizhi, Jiang Chen chuckled silently, probably Lan Peizhi felt a bit speechless too.

"Wanna go for a walk?"

He asked.

Lan Peizhi nodded.

An afternoon walk is delightful, especially with Spring and Autumn Plaza’s scenery rivaling that of city parks.

"That plane in Seoul, who did it."

Jiang Chen shook his head, "I don’t know where they come from."

"So, you choose to go on a killing spree," Lan Peizhi interjected.

Boss Jiang’s character never involves bluffing; since he made a call to Ms. Cynthia, there will certainly be some action.

It’s not only Korea that’s lively; the human lighthouse and the Western world are quite exciting too.

Many business moguls, corporate leaders, and financial giants have been densely targeted for assassination. Although the news hasn’t leaked, ordinary people are oblivious, but it has sparked widespread fear among the elite worldwide.

These days, before anyone dares to go out, they first check the calendar.

Although Boss Jiang treated that greedy couple in River City so courteously, even actively visiting them, a closer look reveals that Boss Jiang never shows mercy to outsiders.

Some people are gentle on the outside and overbearing within.

But Boss Jiang.

Is typically gentle within and overbearing outside.

"It wasn’t me who broke the rules first. It’s just tit for tat."

How calmly spoken.

This is when the superiority of the system is evident.

In the free Western world, assassination doesn’t require much technical skill; an ordinary person with a 3D-printed gun can take the life of a big boss on the street—try that in Shen Zhou.

Though Cynthia did not divulge any details about the "unknown" gentleman, it’s okay.

You must know how to adapt.

If you can’t find him, you can seek others.

With Shen Zhou’s security and regulations, there’s no worry about the counterpart retaliating similarly.

What do you call this?

This is called utilizing geographical advantages.

This time, the real advantage is mine.

"Then how will you go abroad in the future?"

Lan Peizhi quipped humorously, yet hit the nail on the head.

"No big deal if I don’t go out; there’s plenty for me to do at home,"

Jiang Chen was quite assertive, clearly unwilling to back down, then shifted the topic.

"I’m planning to meet with Song Chaoge."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Yes."

Jiang Chen replied, "In Haojiang, he hasn’t secured a gambling license, and there’s surely animosity; I’ll chat with him and see if he’s interested."

"Are you really so kind?"

Lan Peizhi didn’t even glance at someone, a simple sentence making someone feel embarrassed.

"What are you saying, am I that bad? I’ve never started it first."

That’s true.

Jiang Chen has always adhered to the principle: don’t offend me, and I won’t offend you. As for the gambling license, it’s all fair competition, purely based on personal strength.

"The world’s largest online gambling platform, Moon City; I don’t know if you’ve heard. It’s expanded its business into the Mainland, with annual revenue of millions, much stronger money-making ability than offline, he should be interested."

Lan Peizhi was not surprised.

How could she have judged the person wrongly?

No injustice was done.

Still harbor ill intentions.

"Offer flowers to Buddha?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"How did you offend you?" Lan Peizhi asked again.

"I just lost money there."

"..."

The world’s largest online gambling platform, with annual revenue of billions, seems quite daunting.

But it only intimidates ordinary people.

Lan Peizhi didn’t bat an eyelid, softly saying, "Song Chaoge probably won’t fall for it again."

Such words.

Implying someone often resorts to tricks.

"I really have no malicious intent."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "This Moon City is already quite mature; as long as the Mainland business is cut off, it’s a golden goose abroad that can continuously bring money, easy benefits; will Song Chaoge refuse?"

The world’s largest online gambling platform?

Clearly, it’s just a toy that can be snatched away at any time.

Of course.

This toy is rather dirty; even if washed, hands will inevitably get a bit stained, slightly affecting external perception, necessitating some trade-offs.

"Why not find someone else?"

Lan Peizhi unreservedly exposed someone’s face.

Indeed.

Sounds nice.

Why solely look for Young Master Song?

Jiang Chen remained composed and unfazed.

"Because Song Chaoge and I, admire each other’s skills."