I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"I had a cordial and friendly communication with her. Both sides fully exchanged opinions, and we reached a basic consensus on a series of issues regarding nuclear waste water..."

Peninsula Hotel,

A night at the Presidential Suite is equivalent to an average person's annual income.

Boss Jiang was impassioned, wearing an expression full of mission.

Mao Tu stared blankly, then looked at Cao Jinse, who was drinking water next to the table.

"Miss, why do I feel like these words sound very familiar?"

It was a wonder Cao Jinse didn't choke.

She swallowed the purified water flown in from home, holding the glass and looking at comrade Jiang Chen, who had returned triumphant.

"And then? You had such a pleasant chat, what price did she offer you?"

"Six points higher than yours."

"That's still too little."

Said Mao Tu.

The offer Jiuding talked about was 45%.

Boss Jiang added six points, which made it 51%.

But Jiuding's bottom line was 65%, there was still quite a gap.

"Go once, raise six points, it's no big deal to pay two more visits if needed?"

Boss Jiang's words were shocking.

Mao Tu was stunned again.

No,

to be accurate, she was shocked.

Is there really such logic?

She put her little brain to work and calculated.

"No, raising by six points each time needs four visits in total, three times won't do."

"..."

"..."

Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse were silent.

"Hmm, you're right, I'll go three more times then."

Jiang Chen nodded, agreeing with Mao Tu's calculations.

"What did you talk about?"

Cao Jinse curiously asked.

She assumed this guy was just being humorous; she indeed had been under some stress lately, but Cao Jinse would have never thought that someone didn't even meet the person.

Jiang Chen didn't mention a word about eating a closed-door soup,

"Appeal to emotions, reason with logic."

Jiang Chen replied with an eight-character mantra, explaining that a man's role is to provide support to a woman when she's tired, instead of adding to her burden.

This is what's called a white lie.

"What emotions? What logic?"

Without needing Cao Jinse to ask, Mao Tu went ahead, "How did you appeal? And how did you reason?"

"The details are complicated. I talked with her for almost two hours. Anyway, just leave this matter to me."

Two hours was accurate.

But it was just sitting.

However, this did not affect Jiang Chen's earnest confidence.

"When did you go?"

Cao Jinse asked.

"Yesterday, close to noon."

Cao Jinse nodded.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen immediately understood that Ms. Cynthia, who was a world noble like a character from an anime, certainly wasn't at Yingdong Electric Power; otherwise, Cao Jinse would have pointed out the timing mismatch.

One person couldn't be in two places at once.

Was it really on purpose to let him down?

Or maybe she was busy with something else.

Thinking about how not only he wait in vain, Jiang Chen simply shrugged it off.

The human nature of not fearing lack but fearing inequality.

"Through your conversation with her, do you really feel confident?"

The specifics aren't important.

What leaders care about is the result.

Cao Jinse has naturally developed this habit.

"Absolutely certain."

Jiang Chen nodded without hesitation, genuinely inspiring confidence in others.

Cao Jinse couldn't help but smile.

Even if this guy was just trying to make her happy, having such a person around wasn't a bad thing.

Mao Tu also noticed the change in the Miss's demeanor, not only her expression but a relaxation of her spirit.

She saw the exhaustion and hardship Miss endured after coming to Dongying.

Why did her attitude towards this guy gradually change?

Did she really just want a free meal?

There were many willing to invite her; she wasn't always willing to accept!

"Jiang Chen, if you are bluffing and don't keep your word, I'll smash your balls!"

That classic line again.

But Mao Tu still gave someone face, didn't take her exclusive gun and aim directly.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Cao Jinse immediately rebuked, being even more embarrassed than Jiang Chen wouldn't have been.

"Men must keep their promises!"

Mao Tu continued.

This provocation was a little weak, too obvious.

But it doesn't matter.

The key was the atmosphere that Mao Tu, who spoke without thinking, created.

Men must keep their promises.

It felt as if Jiang Chen had truly become the support in a predicament, and Cao Jinse became the vulnerable group.

Women's vulnerability seemed natural, but with Cao Jinse, it wasn't so common.

After Mao Tu shouted this sentence, Jiang Chen instinctively looked at Cao Jinse, but she turned her gaze elsewhere, without looking at Jiang Chen.

Even the strongest women need rest.

Like a large ferry needs to return to the harbor.

"If I break my promise, you can smash my balls."

Jiang Chen retracted his gaze, straightforwardly making a promise to Mao Tu with great bravado.

"A gentleman's word!"

"Is as good as a whip to a fast horse!"

The two responded fluently.

"Great! If you succeed, I'll admit you're awesome!"

Mao Tu declared emphatically.

"..."

But also true.

Admitting a man is awesome is the highest praise.

"Let's find a time to have dinner in the afternoon three days later."

Suddenly, as she was about to leave, Cao Jinse said.

"Okay."

Jiang Chen nodded and didn't ask why.

What reason does one need for a meal?

Everyone needs to eat every day.

After leaving the Presidential Suite, Jiang Chen closed the door, and even though no one could see him anymore, he still didn't show any anxious or annoyed expression.

The gentleman's agreement had been made.

If he went back on his word, with Mao Tu's character, she would really shoot him.

Despite practicing tirelessly these days, Taoist Duanmu's signature move hadn't been mastered yet.

A man may lack power or money, but his body must remain complete.

Without having met the person but having already bragged, Jiang Chen walked calmly and steadily down the corridor.

Those who achieve great things must have this ability.

Look at those super-rich who have achieved success and fame, who isn't adept at painting a big picture?

And not just for others, but truly great ones know how to paint it for themselves.

Sometimes, self-deception isn't a derogatory term but a rare skill.

Jiang Chen took out his phone, opened his contact list, and made an overseas call.

"Pay up!"

The other party wasn't particularly friendly upon answering.

"I'll commission you for another task, and we'll settle the bill together."

Regarding the information shared about Myanmar's arms by Vera, who ended up being tricked, she didn't seem excessively well-versed in Eastern culture, at least not fully understanding the proverb about learning from mistakes, instinctively asking, "What task?"

"Investigate someone, and if possible, get their family tree."

"A hundred million... US dollars!"

The capitalist nature of imperialism really sticks out.

Quite the lion's mouth.

"As long as your information is detailed enough, deal."

"Tell me, who."

Vera sounded very confident.

This girl seemed younger than the Taoist nun sister, but Jiang Chen knew a bit about her abilities.

Some kids are just kids.

Some kids are not ordinary kids.

"Cynthia."

"Who???"

"Cynthia."

Jiang Chen repeated.