I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Deliberate efforts to plant flowers yield no blossoms, while inadvertent willow planting brings shade.

The malicious attack on Jiuding Group by Dongying initially had nothing to do with the Great Wall Group, but unexpectedly, it became a beneficiary of the confusion.

Indeed.

When waves hit, not only those in the sea are affected, but even those on the shore get involved.

Moreover, this might be more than just waves.

Hippo Group has propelled the wheels of time; this is undeniable. However, its operational philosophy harbors unforeseen risks.

Similar to the Great Wall Group, micro-loans are crucial for Hippo, but unlike Great Wall, which has ample fund reserves and backing from several giants,

Hippo Group is different.

It's not that Hippo lacks money, but as a businessman, Bian Zaide, or rather the shareholders behind him, have played the capital market to the extreme, seemingly reducing risk to an infinite degree through a series of compliant maneuvers.

Or rather, they have transferred the risk.

As is well known, according to the law of conservation of energy, energy doesn't disappear without a trace; it only transfers.

The same applies to risk.

Here's a simple analogy.

In granting a trillion in market loans, the Great Wall Group might bear a hundred billion in costs, while Hippo needs only ten billion.

Correct.

With a ten billion principal, by frantically leveraging, it can "appreciate" reasonably and legally to a trillion scale.

This is the allure of the financial game!

If all remains peaceful, everyone gains, the users and the platform both benefit, consumption is stimulated, and economic development is promoted, but should any disturbances arise, the consequences are unpredictable!

After all, the trillion wealth Hippo adds to the market isn't genuine capital but a bubble inflated from a ten billion principal. The more people this bubble envelops, the more intense the explosion will be.

The Hengsheng Group in another field is a stark example.

The difference, however, lies in this.

At the outset, Hippo's managers anticipated potential troubles, and in the worst-case scenario, only had to bear responsibility for the ten billion.

And the remaining "990 billion"?

Who will foot the bill?

So even without this unexpected event, Hippo being investigated was just a matter of time, now it's merely ahead of schedule.

Of course.

Expecting this "strike from afar" to topple Hippo outright is unrealistic, yet retreating unscathed is impossible.

Hippo's entanglement in quagmire undoubtedly benefits the Great Wall, and without Hippo's support, Kangaroo may also struggle alone.

A perfect double blessing.

Did Cao Jinse foresee all this early on?

If she indeed orchestrated this...

Regrettably.

No way to verify face-to-face now, but Jiang Chen has no concerns about her safety.

The Dongying people aren't truly insane.

On the contrary, they're very lucid.

"Why are you looking at me? Look at the beauty over there."

"Ahem..."

Bai Zheli was choked slightly.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

Xiao Bai's reactions, Jiang understood; certainly, he hadn't expected Cao Jinse's bodyguard to be like this.

"Mao Tu, how does that line of yours go?"

The one inviting everyone to dinner, Boss Jiang, spoke up, wanting Mao Tu to demonstrate his identity. Yet, although Mao Tu hadn't caused trouble lately, he certainly wasn't in the mood to show off either.

For this girl who could pass as a high schooler without feeling out of place, even Fang Qing was somewhat surprised, given the stereotypical image of bodyguards for prominent figures; although varied in form, never like this.

But compared to Mao Tu, Fang Qing's gaze lingered more on the "beauty" mentioned by Mao Tu.

Irrespective of gender, when Fang Qing first set eyes on the person a while back, memories of poetry learned long ago involuntarily surfaced.

Turns out, ancient expressions weren't mere embellishments.

Such "otherworldly independent" beauties truly exist in reality.

Crucially, this beauty also knows martial arts...

A single glance at the stunning young Taoist nun suffices to charm; she remains oblivious of her otherworldly allure, silently engrossed in her meal, a grain of rice sticking by her lips.

With Mao Tu not obliging, Jiang Chen didn't mind, and certainly wasn't embarrassed. Everyone around this table was no stranger.

"Xiao Bai, you shouldn't have any doubts. If a hundred Dongying gangsters came to attack, along with these two, I'd manage a safe retreat."

"Chen Ge, a hundred people?"

Bai Zheli confirmed, his face overtly displaying shock.

Jiang Chen calmly nodded, "Alter preconceived notions. Taoist Duanmu has a unique skill, blocking bullets with a knife."

Not to mention Bai Zheli, even Fang Qing couldn't help but interject, "Block bullets with a knife?"

"Yes, though this exceptional skill is too potent to demonstrate on-site."

"..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Bai Zheli glanced at the young woman who looked neither Taoist nor like a bodyguard, "…Taoist Duanmu is truly impressive."

Leaving aside other aspects.

The girls around Chen Ge, each more stunning than the last.

So-called female stars, in comparison, seem dim as fireflies beside a bright moon, fading in brilliance. Perhaps the only comparable one is Pei Yunxi.

Tanki Liuli raised her head, noticed the grain of rice at the corner of her mouth, then licked it away with the tip of her tongue, her childlike action causing Bai Zheli to be momentarily dazed again.

"Thank you."

Uh...

Quite polite.

Bai Zheli didn't know how to respond for a moment, ultimately settling with an awkward yet courteous smile.