I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Crossroads.

Traffic lights in all four directions were unexpectedly all red.

Inconceivable.

Defying logic.

But those living in Kyoto City occasionally witness some seemingly bizarre occurrences without being overly shocked.

So, the drivers at this intersection remained calm; no one called traffic police to report the signal failure, nor did they rush through; everyone patiently stopped and waited.

Sure enough.

After about half a minute, a convoy of black cars appeared, passed through the intersection with all red lights, and as the last car in the convoy crossed the zebra crossing, the traffic lights seemed to sense it and immediately resumed normal function. Only then did the drivers start their cars, proceeding in their lanes. Order at the intersection quickly returned, as if nothing had happened.

"Where’s Jiang Sang?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Fujiwara Reiki, in the convoy that could control the traffic lights, seemed to realize after another round of negotiations that someone was missing.

These days, she was far too "happy." Clearly, someone hadn’t taken their medication but behaved as if they’d taken the wrong one, almost inseparable from her, exhausting the host’s hospitality, except at night.

"Said they had an urgent matter."

Sakura, who was riding with her, responded.

Fujiwara Reiki felt a sense of loss.

Is happiness ending so quickly?

Of course.

She had anticipated it.

Abnormal changes are always suspicious,

Never underestimate the unscientific sixth sense of a woman.

Besides promoting the beautiful vision of three parties working together for common development, the person’s company over the past few days must have had other intentions.

But exactly what intention.

These days were too busy, with endless meetings, and that person was "following" too closely, so she had no time.

Now it seems she can satisfy her curiosity.

"Go check if anything interesting has happened in Kyoto recently."

Sakura remained unmoved, silent.

Fujiwara Reiki glanced at her, chuckling.

Forcing a difficult task.

Sakura’s specialty wasn’t gathering information.

Fujiwara Reiki shifted her gaze out the window, watching passersby paying their respects through the privacy glass.

"Seagull?"

Someone wasn’t just burning bridges behind them; they haven’t even crossed the river yet. Restarting the threeway free trade agreement shelved for years can’t be accomplished in just a few days. After another round of talks, he left first due to a genuine urgency.

"Hmm, definitely not groundless rumors; Seagull’s top brass have already entered the capital for meetings with officials. But the news hasn’t been released yet."

Unlike Jinhai, which joined halfway, Seagull can be considered a pioneer in the electric vehicle industry. Established during the early stages of new energy, it has weathered many challenges, while many contemporaries have disappeared without a trace, yet it’s remained a leader among new energy car manufacturers. To date, its electric vehicle sales have reached five million units, capturing a significant overseas market share. It is a backbone of Shen Zhou Automobile’s international outreach.

In any case.

Even if Jinhai is a genius, Seagull is a seasoned expert with a decade or two of practice. A genius may be talented, but can’t match decades of expertise, and the frightening sales volume of millions of cars represents the company’s foundation. Jinhai chasing after it isn’t dreaming unrealistically, but it requires time.

This is why Shi Qianxi is so eager to push the second factory plan.

Electric vehicles have moved past the era of rugged competition, entering the final stage of survival of the fittest. If a company can’t swiftly secure its market share with precision, it may soon lose the chance forever.

But timing is everything.

The cake is only so big, and with more people sharing, some will inevitably get less.

The business world isn’t a game of yielding like the story of Kong Rong giving away pears.

As predecessors and dominators, suppressing potential younger generations is an acceptable norm, thinking the industry is all about respecting the elderly?

Moreover, it’s not necessarily suppression.

Jinhai wants to build a second factory, but why can’t others expand production?

Meeting on a narrow road, it’s fair competition.

Only those with strength will prevail.

"Such quick action."

Business competition, Jiang Chen can comprehend, but the timing is overly intriguing. Seagull joining at this moment, is it merely coincidental with Jinhai’s plans, or have they long been planning to invest in a new factory?

If it’s merely a sudden decision...

Such a large project can’t be decided on so quickly.

"Could she be behind it?"

In the café, Director Shi, who had been staying in Kyoto for half a month, elegantly crossed her legs, her expression stern and straightforward.

Upstairs is SKP, heaven for the poor, paradise for the rich.

Jiang Chen remained silent, not to evade, but uncertain.

Even he, probably not even Cao Jinse herself, might fully grasp the scope of Jiuding Group’s operations. Whether Jiuding has invested in Seagull, he suddenly was unsure.

"Indeed cunning, directing Seagull to seize the land at this time, effectively shutting down any criticism, leaving no one able to gossip about her."

Shi Qianxi picked up her coffee. Though her expression was cold, her mood was rather calm. After communicating with Li Shuru, she realized it wasn’t just about Jinhai or just her anymore.

Princess Cao forcibly intervening in Jinhai’s second factory project would mostly damage reputations, but if Seagull is sent to break through, then it becomes legitimate.

Legitimate business competition leaves no grounds for critique.

Even Jinhai has nothing to say.

"Don’t rush."

Jiang Chen comforted.

"I’m not rushing."

Shi Qianxi leisurely drank her coffee, genuinely unpretentious.