I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"So do you want to supervise personally?"

Jiang Chen patted the thick stack of documents on the table without saying a word.

"I'll cover for you with Li Shuru."

Luo Peng continued.

This is what brotherhood means.

Truly willing to take a bullet for your brother.

"Forget it for today, it's not like there won't be another chance."

"Alright."

Luo Peng didn't insist, after all, he had said what needed to be said.

"Then you get busy."

It was clear this guy had no intention of helping to share the burden, he retreated swiftly.

Heading downstairs.

Driving off in his fancy new-energy car that could spin on a dime.

Very practical.

With a remarkably high rate of turning heads on the road.

At least surpassing the level of most luxury cars.

"Mr. Luo."

"Mr. Luo."

"Mr. Luo."

Arriving at the shooting location.

Constant greetings all around.

Luo Peng obviously wasn't here for the first time, he was also approachable, smiling and nodding in response.

Xia Wanqing, this manager, was quite competent; despite having suffered some psychological shadows from her trip to Xiang Country, she hadn't forgotten her work. She was like both a manager and an assistant, accompanying Jin Zhuxuan for every shoot.

As a result, Luo Peng and Jin Zhuxuan were naturally very familiar with each other.

"There are only two shots left."

Xia Wanqing turned back, speaking softly.

Luo Peng stepped closer, stood by, watching the ongoing recording, sighed, and looked guilty.

"Failed to get Jiang Chen here."

It was surely his own decision, based on Xia Wanqing's reaction, she obviously didn't know, but after a moment of silence, this Qinyuan Oiran with rigorous training gave a slight smile.

"Be careful not to offend Mr. Li."

Before becoming Jin Zhuxuan's manager, she worked as a receptionist at Tianci, although it was only for a short period.

At the shooting site, clearly already a massive hit back home, Jin Zhuxuan put down her previous aura and practiced her lines over and over during breaks, like a newbie.

Moreover, it's important to note.

She was filming using Mandarin, not just miming the words.

Since coming to Shen Zhou for so long, her Mandarin naturally improved by leaps and bounds. Of course, saying she could completely pass as a native would be unrealistic, as there were still occasional flaws in accent and fluency. Though her original voice was likely to be dubbed over in post-production, her professional attitude had already surpassed countless artists.

Many big shots are "number people," meaning they just read numbers like 1234567 for their lines.

"I just... feel a bit sorry for her."

"Sorry? Why?"

"Besides you, she's been here so long without any other friends. Apart from work, she's at home studying Shen Zhou culture. Don't you think it's sad?"

People aren't plants; who can be devoid of emotion?

Having frequent contact, Mr. Luo's compassionate side, once a master in the game of love, flared up again.

"That's her own pursuit. Lots of people want to befriend her, but she prefers to be alone."

Luo Peng chuckled, "Good thing you're still there for her."

Xia Wanqing also turned to look at the shooting scene.

"Even if I wasn't there, she'd manage just fine on her own."

"No way."

Luo Peng laughed, "Even if she doesn't need friends, someone has to at least chat with her, or she'd really end up with mental issues."

Mr. Luo spoke from the heart.

There's no way he could handle being alone for long, he'd go mad.

Xia Wanqing tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips.

"For those rich in spirit, solitude is like being surrounded by many."

Luo Peng was taken aback.

Rich in spirit?

No wonder he was getting more eloquent, often quoting poetry; it probably stemmed from her influence.

Though Xia Wanqing might lack a degree from a prestigious university, in cultural literacy, she was probably not inferior to Master Luo.

"Sigh."

Luo Peng said nothing, just let out a complex smile and sighed.

"When Mr. Jiang feels like seeing Zhu Xun, he'll come,"

Xia Wanqing turned back around.

Jin Zhuxuan was back into the shoot, recording the last scene of the day.

"Waiting can be quite a torturous and painful process, perhaps also a long one."

Sometimes without a result.

Only this last sentence, Luo Peng kept it in his heart, without saying it out loud.

"Different people have different perspectives, loneliness can be tranquility, suffering can also be enjoyment. Having expectations is already a fortunate and happy thing."

If these words came from someone else, they would surely be regarded as hypocritical and pretentious, but recalling Xia Wanqing's experience.

It provokes deep thought.

Luo Peng silently nodded his head.

Indeed.

Some people live just to exist, not knowing what they want, merely moving forward numbly, only knowing they can't stop, without knowing where they are actually headed, where the destination lies.

Life is just mechanical day after day, without surprises, without aspirations, without extravagant desires.

Comparatively, Jin Zhuxuan's situation doesn't seem like much, it's the zombie-like lives that are truly chilling and deeply despairing.

At the same time, memories uncontrollably surged in Luo Peng's mind, and thinking of them, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Back when Jiang Chen was dead set on being a bootlicker, he was immensely saddened.

And now.

This piece of gold has finally started to shine brightly.

Xia Wanqing heard the sound, but just turned her head to glance at him, without wondering why he was laughing foolishly.

About ten minutes.

The director announced that today's shooting tasks were successfully completed.

Everyone began to wrap up.

Jin Zhuxuan politely greeted everyone in the crew as usual, and then came over, seeing Luo Peng, she wasn't surprised, after all, they meet every few days.

"Mr. Luo."

Now, daily communication is completely not a problem.

"Thanks for the hard work, let's go, I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Thank you, Mr. Luo, I'm not hungry. You and Wanqing can go eat."

Although they've known each other for a long time and are quite familiar, Jin Zhuxuan is still very polite, so polite that it's almost distant, perhaps it's the habit of Korean artists.

Though Korea, this country, has many shortcomings, most artists' demeanors are quite commendable.

"You've been filming all day, such a large amount of labor, not hungry?"

Luo Peng knew the other was declining, "It's okay, we're not outsiders."

"Really, no need."

Jin Zhuxuan still refused, "I'll just go home and make something to eat, and I'm quite tired too."

She now knows how to cook Chinese food.

Luo Peng was aware, and he had tasted it; her specialty was sweet and sour fish, to be honest, it's actually quite good, not comparable to a five-star chef, but also tasty.

"Really not going? Even if I invite Jiang too?"

Luo Peng said earnestly.

Jin Zhuxuan suddenly blushed.

Xia Wanqing gently nudged Luo Peng's arm, saying to Jin Zhuxuan, "Since you're tired, go home early and get some rest."

"Alright. Mr. Luo, Wanqing, I'm leaving first."

Jin Zhuxuan bid farewell to the two, then got into the nanny car, waving from inside to the two of them.

Luo Peng also waved with a smile to indicate.

The nanny car left.

"She didn't even ask if what I said was true." After the nanny car left, Luo Peng muttered.

"She's not a childish little girl."

Luo Peng laughed.

"Or maybe she's just too thin-skinned, or too timid. I don't have the ability, but if she calls herself, with Jiang Chen's character, it would certainly be hard to refuse."

"She should learn from those colleagues in the circle, see how they do it."

"Perhaps that's also why Mr. Jiang chose her."

Luo Peng heard this and thought, "That's true, Jiang Chen, that guy, never likes those who are proactive."

"What about you then?"

Luo Peng turned his head, found the beauty beside him with a face of blooming flowers.

"I can be both passive and active, I can adapt to the situation and change roles at any time."

Xia Wanqing naturally wasn't like Jin Zhuxuan, definitely wouldn't blush, she suddenly grabbed Luo Peng's shoulder.

"Let's go eat."

Luo Peng was slightly taken aback, he hadn't lied; he and the other were in an ambiguous stage without substantial contact, and the other rarely so proactive.

"Princess, please get in the car."

He immediately extended an invitation with gentlemanly decorum.

Princess.

Using this term to describe other girls is fine, but using it for Xia Wanqing.

It's really not afraid of being misunderstood.

But for people to come together, it's about compatibility.

This Oiran from Qinyuan not only didn't mind but rather smiled understandingly, linking arms with Luo Peng, heading towards that million-dollar new energy vehicle.