I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"What's the matter?"

"Fukushima nuclear leakage."

Wataru Tetsuya stayed silent.

"Hasn't His Highness heard about it?"

"I just didn't expect that Miss Fujiwara would discuss such a significant issue with me."

Fujiwara Reiki's eyes showed a hint of amusement, "If it weren't significant, I wouldn't have bothered His Highness."

Such words are loved by men, even if they're merely titular princes; Wataru Tetsuya proactively asked, "Regarding the nuclear leakage accident of Yingdong Electric Power, debates are ongoing in the outside world. I wonder where Miss Fujiwara stands?"

"Where does His Highness stand?"

Fujiwara Reiki retorted.

Wataru Tetsuya shook his head and chuckled, somewhat self-mockingly, "Where I stand is inconsequential."

"His Highness, that's shirking responsibility."

Wataru Tetsuya looked at the woman whose true face he had never seen and instantly understood her stance.

"Does Miss Fujiwara oppose the discharge of nuclear wastewater into the sea?"

Fujiwara Reiki nodded, "Discharging nuclear wastewater directly into the sea is a temporary convenience that causes endless harm."

"But the International Atomic Energy Agency has already issued an assessment report."

"Your Highness, can we deceive others, but not ourselves? Fishermen in Fukushima are almost driven to desperation."

What defines a qualified business person?

Miss Fujiwara is a quintessential example.

Unbound by trivialities.

Even if she had a spat near a statue's base, she still chose to honor her promise, no matter the inner battles she went through to uphold it.

Keep in mind, even a certain someone might have abandoned hope for her.

"Hasn't Yingdong Electric Power already been researching compensation plans for Fukushima's fishermen?"

"No form of compensation is anything but a pie in the sky. Fukushima fishermen have lost a livelihood. They have relied on for generations, to make a living. Discharging nuclear wastewater into the sea effectively cuts off their descendants' means of survival."

"Isn't Miss Fujiwara exaggerating a bit? One generation depending on fishing doesn't mean all future generations have to. Future residents of Fukushima can choose other professions."

Don't blame Wataru Tetsuya for being dismissive.

Living in the confines of the imperial palace, even leaving it isn't easy; how could one genuinely understand the grassroots people's livelihood?

Change careers.

It's easier said than done.

If finding a job was that easy, it wouldn't be known as the land of suicides.

But we can't just focus on people's shortcomings.

It's actually related to class, not region.

Shenzhou has also had emperors who remarked, "Why not eat minced meat?"

"Your Highness, Fukushima's fishermen are merely a shadow of the cost of nuclear wastewater discharge into the sea. The world is losing trust in Dongying's seafood. Seafood exports are an essential economic link. If this link breaks, all industries are inevitably impacted."

Fujiwara Reiki appealed emotionally and rationally.

Wataru Tetsuya looked at this Fujiwara Family heiress, close to his age.

In terms of status.

He's of imperial lineage.

While the Fujiwara Family is a top domestic consortium.

Both are well matched and enhance each other.

Of course.

This is merely a comparison.

In reality, he hasn't had much personal interaction with this Fujiwara Family heiress.

He doesn't even know what she looks like until now.

But how she looks isn't important.

Once you're at a certain class level, beauty and ugliness lose much significance.

If one only seeks beauty.

It's available everywhere.

"Miss Fujiwara, if that's your perception, then it's easily resolved because it's your family matter."

"Prince His Highness, if I could convince them, I wouldn't have bothered you."

Fujiwara Reiki bitterly said.

No matter how capable she is, she is just a woman, and Dongying is a male-dominated nation where women's status is low. In an average family, women have no standing whatsoever.

In a Prestigious and Influential Family, it might be somewhat better, yet still limited. Furthermore, due to a certain someone, Miss Fujiwara can be said to have retreated to Shenzhou; considering her family's current situation, it's imaginable.

"What can I do for Miss Fujiwara?"

Wataru Tetsuya asked.

Today's face veil worn by Fujiwara Reiki seemed identical to last time. Clearly, last time wasn't prepared for someone. In some countries, women indeed cannot show their faces; unsure if Dongying's nobility follows this tradition too.

Even when dealing with someone initially, she seemed not to have revealed her true self.

"If possible, I implore Prince His Highness to appeal to the Emperor to save his people."

The Prince has no power.

But the Emperor is different.

Though the Japanese Imperial Family has long become merely symbolic, as a nation's spiritual leader, wouldn't truly consider the Emperor just a wealthy old man, right?

Even if declining, the Emperor's influence in Dongying is still undeniable; this is beyond doubt.

Faced with Fujiwara Reiki's request, Wataru Tetsuya remained silent, then calmly replied noncommittally, "Miss Fujiwara, you are going against your family."

"Li Ji is merely doing what she believes is right."

Wataru Tetsuya silently gazed at her, seemingly gaining further insight into her.

"Miss Fujiwara's character is admirable."

"His Highness overpraises."

Wataru Tetsuya shook his head, "If Dongying's people were all like Miss Fujiwara, Dongying wouldn't worry about achieving a great revival."

Wait.

Isn't that remark a bit off-topic?

"So has His Highness agreed?"

Wataru Tetsuya smiled subtly, the curve flawless; if a handsome guy made this expression, it'd be very charming, but unfortunately, his appearance is disappointing.

For men, being unattractive isn't necessarily deadly; but the key is he inherited his ancestors' short stature genes, standing face to face, he seems shorter than Fujiwara Reiki.

"Since Miss Fujiwara has said so, what reason do I have to refuse?"

Just as Fujiwara Reiki was about to thank him, Wataru Tetsuya raised his hand, "I'm merely responsible for conveying Miss Fujiwara's intent. As for the outcome, I can't guarantee."

Fujiwara Reiki nodded.

"I can't stay outside for too long. Must return to the palace."

He said it, Fujiwara Reiki truly didn't urge him to stay, as if having used him, directly cast him aside.

"His Highness, take care."

The Prince His Highness, ghosted last time, smiled, suddenly looked at Fujiwara Reiki's face.

"Miss Fujiwara, I have an inappropriate request."

"His Highness, please speak."

"I haven't seen your face yet."

Fujiwara Reiki's expression remained unchanged.

"Does His Highness truly want to see?"

Wataru Tetsuya chuckled.

"Miss Fujiwara need not force yourself, I can wait for the day Miss Fujiwara willingly unveils."

This remark.

Is somewhat ambiguous.

Fujiwara Reiki casually said, "Li Ji bids farewell to His Highness."

Wataru Tetsuya walked out.

As a prince, even if only titular, he must maintain his dignity.

If a woman doesn't wish to show you her face, why force it?

Furthermore.

He has already witnessed the world's ultimate beauty.

People shouldn't be greedy.

Facing different individuals, one needs to precisely identify one's needs.

Wataru Tetsuya left.

Once Wataru Tetsuya's figure disappeared, Fujiwara Reiki's gaze instantly changed; one second it was polite, respectful, and gentle, but in the blink of an eye, it shifted to resentment, even disgust.

And she clutched her chest and even retched.

Is the Prince really that unbearable?

Repulsed to vomit?

Seems Miss Fujiwara isn't necessarily "flirty," at least she cares about looks.

To avoid a certain possible fate, she had preemptively prepared, yet the plan still couldn't keep pace with changes.

Fujiwara Reiki couldn't help but clench her hand.

No.

Only one person to blame.

"Ding..."

The phone rang.

Fujiwara Reiki took out her phone,

"How did it go?"

It's a text message.

The prediction was wrong.

Someone is still expecting.

Just uncertain how they have the face to message after knocking someone down.

The sender has thick skin, but Fujiwara Reiki's reaction is quite peculiar too.

Without furiously texting insults, she removed her veil, took a photo in front of a statue, and sent it.

Worshippers know that photographing a statue is a grave disrespect!

"Didn't ask you to use your beauty, didn't need to."

The other party quickly replied.

Fujiwara Reiki's body trembled, tears almost bursting into laughter.

"You scoundrel!"