I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2120 - 1362: Routine Check

"Not staying a bit longer with the Martial Saint?"

Knowing that Lan Peizhi was about to leave, although he was very familiar with her personality, Jiang Chen still extended a polite invitation to stay.

Whether the Martial Saint wanted more time with his older sister, to experience the sibling bond, was irrelevant.

"I’ll come another day."

Lan Peizhi’s response made Jiang Chen’s eyelid twitch slightly.

Unfortunately, his subtle expression was keenly noticed.

"Not welcome?"

Lan Peizhi asked softly, with a calm demeanor. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Jiang Chen quickly reverted to normal, speaking firmly, "How could you not be welcome? Even if you lived here permanently, it would be no problem at all."

Nearing twenty or thirty meters from the exit of Spring and Autumn Plaza, Lan Peizhi stopped.

Jiang Chen also came to a halt.

"It seems your words lack authority, since you’re not the owner of that house."

Blood Guanyin is quite something.

Kills without spilling blood.

The slap on the face was loud and clear.

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile, smoothly, "You’ve met her, she wouldn’t mind."

What it means to meet a worthy opponent.

Lan Peizhi had only met Li Shuru once, a long time ago, and her impression of that girl was clearly different now than it was then.

As the saying goes.

"Take what you can get, and shut up."

No matter how remarkable she was for a woman, she still had her own principles and worldview.

She could see her brother’s growth like anyone else.

In loyalty and righteousness are many dog-slaying types.

Why was someone who had repeatedly committed grave offenses, even acts worthy of a thousand cuts, still living so freely now?

There is a type of person who appears dangerous and ruthless but is also most loyal and righteous.

"Say thank you for me."

Watching Lan Peizhi’s departing figure, amidst the heavy shadows cast by the branches, Jiang Chen felt a twinge of emotion.

Some people’s grace doesn’t come from a superficial appearance, but perhaps in a casual gesture or a simple word, it touches the heart.

"Mr. Jiang."

On the road back, Jiang Chen suddenly heard a call. Looking ahead.

It was actually Cui Heng.

Jiang Chen instantly realized the reason.

Pei Yunxi returned from Hui City?

Indeed.

She had never spent so much time with her parents before; although she caught a cold in between, she must have recovered early on.

"Are you looking for Yun Xi?"

The two approached each other.

"Yes, she’s been resting for so long, I’ve got a lot of invitations piled up in my hands, so I came to chat with her."

Cui Heng had a helpless smile on his face.

This is because of her great influence.

An artist’s status actually doesn’t match up to a manager’s, especially since he used to be a top manager, with wide connections and influence in the industry, not to mention that he is now practically the operator of CX Entertainment.

Among the dozens of artists under CX Entertainment, each shows him respect, including Jin Zhuxuan. He’s the only one who would come personally to discuss work.

"How did the talk go?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

Cui Heng sighed, "She lacks career ambition now."

It’s always insightful when smart people speak.

Cui Heng surely was just discussing the matter at hand, doing his job, definitely not daring to mock anyone, so someone looked indifferent, looking beyond Cui Heng, and pacified, "I’ll go talk to her."

"Then I’ll leave it to you, Mr. Jiang."

How is it trouble?

Clearly, the person is the big boss.

The lead actress of the company, being slack at work, for him to offer guidance, isn’t it his responsibility?

Besides, Cui Heng surely doesn’t know.

Pei Yunxi’s current lack of ambition in her career was largely influenced by someone.

More than once, just in Myanmar, the person had suggested she could consider transitioning from being in front of the screen to behind the scenes.

After sending Cui Heng away, Jiang Chen walked in, deftly arriving at the entrance of Pei Yunxi’s luxurious residence.

Actually, the misunderstanding about the cold was quite awkward, but Jiang Chen was never a shy, bashful person, so he rang the doorbell openly and naturally.

Half a minute later.

The door opened from the inside.

Her classic oval face, brimming with cinematic quality, exuded an "expensive" aura.

Distinct from the recently departed Lan Peizhi, it was a different taste.

A beauty like a scene; different beauties are different landscapes.

"Recovered from your cold?"

Boss Jiang’s opening line never disappoints, always the one that shouldn’t be brought up is brought up.

But he wasn’t aiming aimlessly.

Let bygones be bygones.

The present is different from the past.

To this day, there’s no need to worry about facing a closed door, not even a subtle action like using the tip of his shoe to block the door is necessary anymore.

"I just ran into Cui Heng, he said he came to discuss work with you, and you weren’t very receptive."

Speaking, Jiang Chen walked in uninvited; a man should never let the initiative fall to the woman, he must learn to take the lead.

Luo Li’er wasn’t home.

So he didn’t have to be so restrained in his words.

"See for yourself."

Jiang Chen followed Pei Yunxi’s gaze.

Wow.

On the coffee table were several piles, stacked like a small mountain.

"Did Cui Heng bring all this over himself?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

This is the charm of top-tier fame.

There’s no need to run around, socializing and networking desperately; just sitting at home, invitations would fly in like snowflakes of their own accord.

"No wonder."

Jiang Chen nodded in sudden realization. Such a massive workload, leaving it unexplored one by one, would make anyone feel troubled.

"These should be the ones Cui Heng carefully screened, right?"

Jiang Chen walked over, sat down, casually picked one up to have a look.

To see what it was.

It turned out to be an international supercar brand’s endorsement contract intent.

Clothing, cosmetics, perfume are one thing, but century-old supercar brands have always been the domain of Western international stars and supermodels. How come they are extending an olive branch to an Eastern artist now?