I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2234 - 1424: Comet Impact

"Are you sure?"

At 9:48, just before ten in the morning, Jiang Chen received a call.

"I’m sure."

The reply from the other end was quite affirmative, though, unfortunately, facial expressions couldn’t be seen through radio waves.

It was Hu Die’s voice.

As the chief planner of a new international commercial empire, Boss Jiang certainly understood the principle of putting the right person in the right job, although it wasn’t a difficult task for him. Wasn’t it more convenient and efficient to let Hu Die handle it?

At the same time, it was also a kind of assessment.

Based on the behavior of a lady who was still occupying his room last night and likely still snoring away, if he couldn’t tell that she had encountered a problem, it would really be a disservice to their friendship.

Such an obvious attempt to change the subject—eight or nine times out of ten, it meant the Kyoto factory project had encountered an obstacle.

But wasn’t it a sure thing?

And they even sent a congratulatory message to him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Logically, a strong and promising enterprise like Jinhai investing in a second factory in Kyoto was a mutually beneficial thing that should have gone smoothly. So, after noticing something last night, Jiang Chen couldn’t figure it out, and gave Hu Die a task after Director Shi fell asleep.

Hu Die lived up to the task, coming back with a response early this morning. The moment Boss Jiang learned of the situation, he felt a mix of emotions and was even reluctant to believe it.

But Hu Die’s repeated confirmations left him with nowhere to hide his wishful thinking.

"Hmm."

With just a word of response, Jiang Chen knew the moment he hung up the phone that the "professional spy" who switched jobs had seen quite a show again.

But at this moment, he had no time to care about how colorful Hu Die’s psychological activities might be.

It wasn’t an unexpected obstacle, nor a jab at Jinhai Industry. The one causing trouble in the midst was actually—

Jiuding Group.

Alright then.

There’s no need to be so subtle.

To be more direct.

The one who clamped down on Jinhai’s throat was unexpectedly Princess Cao, who seemed completely unrelated.

No,

it shouldn’t be said that she was entirely unrelated.

Though Jiuding Group had no connection to that land and no competing interests with Jinhai, in a sense, Princess Cao and Shi the Witch were even partners, since Jinhai was one of the original shareholders of Great Wall.

Isn’t this the equivalent of... stabbing a friend in the back for no reason?

All analyses of behavior motivation in the world boil down to the word ’interest’.

How could Princess Cao, who could once fund the creation of Firefly Medical Center, the predecessor of Xinghuo, possibly have an antisocial personality? There must be personal motives.

If it’s not business competition, then it can only be private grievances.

Boss Jiang’s logic was quite rational and clear, but precisely because of this, the more comprehensively he sorted through things, the closer he got to the truth, the more he ended up with a headache.

No wonder those three days were so calm.

The storm had arrived.

Jiang Chen slowly exhaled, adjusted his mood, put away his phone, went out, and entered his room.

It was past ten.

She should be awake.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Even though it was his own private suite, he didn’t open the door directly, even though he had the key.

Boss Jiang politely knocked the door open, inside, Shi Qianxi seemed to have just finished bathing, wrapped in his bathrobe, which was noticeably oversized, added with the recent shower, her skin was glowing pink, blending with the pristine bathrobe, emanating an indescribable exotic charm.

What’s that saying?

’The morning is the best time of the day.’

Morning.

It’s naturally the time when energy is most abundant.

One has to admit, Director Shi really lacked self-protection awareness; wearing just that to open the door.

Of course.

Certainly, it’s because she knew who was outside.

In the vast Apang Palace, who dared to come knocking except for Mr. Jiang himself?

After opening the door, Director Shi, with her wet hair tempting, glanced at someone, then quickly turned around, gracefully walking in, while rubbing her damp hair with a towel, her entire demeanor exuding casualness and laziness.

Didn’t seem at all like she’d faced a setback.

"The bed’s pretty clean, haven’t had any women here?"

As Boss Jiang followed inside, just after closing the door, he was greeted by this sentence.

What a mindset.

Even when things were urgent, she still had the nerve to care about such trivial matters.

"Is there a connection between a clean bed and having had women here?"

Boss Jiang asked when he didn’t understand.

"Not a single woman’s hair."

Director Shi gave a succinct explanation, making it commonly understandable.

Did she check the entire bed when she woke up?

"You don’t know there’s a job called cleaning?"

Director Shi, while drying her hair, turned in front of the sofa and lazily looked at Boss Jiang, "So, you have had women?"

"I have."

Jiang Chen candidly said, "Tanki."

A long time ago, when his Daoist sister first came to lean on him, she did spend several nights in this room.

"She doesn’t count."

Shi Qianxi was indifferent, as in her eyes, Tanki Liuli was apparently a target not worth paying attention to, not even significant enough to tease someone about.

Though not deeply acquainted, the young Daoist nun gave her the impression that she wasn’t even a woman.

Even without seeing her in Daoist robe, she appeared as a truly ethereal person, young yet exuding an indescribable aura more imposing than the monks at temples.

Sometimes, she even thought of taking her Buddhist mother to meet her.

As expected, the junior sister of Blood Guanyin.

Both were extraordinary, and clearly two extremes.