I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Jiang Chen choked, stayed silent for a while, then said, "I’ll make a call."

Shi Qianxi shrugged indifferently, implying ’go ahead’.

Jiang Chen took out his phone, didn’t shy away, remained seated, opened the contact list, and calmly dialed a number.

"The Seagull has come to cause trouble, is it true?"

Since Lan Peizhi entered Beijing, this was the second time he contacted her.

Jiang Chen was straightforward too.

Since persuasion didn’t work, he simply stopped trying.

What’s the meaning in wasting words besides being annoying?

He knew himself that these past few days Fujihara Reiki was taking care of business, while others were also busy.

"Mm."

Such a bland response, yet Jiang Chen couldn’t help but let out a wry smile, glancing at Shi Qianxi across from him, who wasn’t eavesdropping, just focused on her coffee.

"Didn’t I say that the problem should be solved peacefully? Peace can only bring peace."

Jiang Chen spoke earnestly.

He wasn’t surprised by the current situation.

Lan Peizhi was impulsive and emotional, but wasn’t Cao Jinse decisive as well?

Neither of these were docile characters; once they clashed, it was bound to be a direct confrontation. Expecting either to back down was wishful thinking.

"Has she contacted you?"

With one last shred of hope, Jiang Chen asked, but reality was harsh.

"What do you think?"

"I think... no." Jiang Chen answered himself.

"Your thinking is correct."

And still had the mood to joke.

Indeed, both were women of substance.

Jiang Chen’s wry smile deepened, wanting to say something, but he thought better of it.

It’s like a mirror.

Whatever stance Lan Peizhi takes.

Cao Jinse will reflect the same.

If Lan Peizhi chose a gentle way to mediate instead of going straight to war, the reaction from the other side wouldn’t be so harsh.

During this time, he seemed detached, uninvolved, but he truly understood the turbulent waves in Kyoto City.

The two sides had reached a point where words were meaningless.

"The Seagull entered Beijing, having no direct connection with Jiuding."

A voice came from the other end again.

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows, naturally understanding the implication.

"Is it really just a coincidence?"

He asked.

"It’s no coincidence." Lan Peizhi replied sharply, concise and straightforward, "It’s Song Chaoge."

Song Chaoge?

Jiang Chen’s expression slightly tightened.

Almost forgot.

That Young Master Song was not a background role; Kyoto was originally his home turf, and now it’s become a battlefield. How could he not be aware?

So this is...

"It’s Jinse starting..."

"What do you think?" Lan Peizhi interrupted Jiang Chen, repeating the same phrase.

"There is nothing wrong with what she’s doing."

This time Jiang Chen didn’t answer directly, responding softly, neither sad nor joyful.

Only Jinhai is allowed to form alliances; why not let the other side call friends?

There’s no such reason.

Just as he assessed.

Even if Cao Jinse pulled Song Chaoge into battle, it’s perfectly reasonable.

"Underestimating her."

Lan Peizhi’s tone was devoid of any personal emotion, like an outsider’s voice, "She wouldn’t trouble Song Chaoge, it’s likely Song Chaoge’s own initiative. After all, they’ve been close friends for many years."

Jiang Chen certainly trusted her judgment.

Being able to objectively state such a thing clearly illustrated the character of this Blood Guanyin.

How many can speak for a "rival"?

There are reasons she can become a remarkable woman in a century—it’s not only external conditions, but inner charm as well.

Of course.

If she didn’t have personal charisma, why would so many risk discord with the Cao Family for this unrelated dispute?

Young Master Song surely lives up to his name, no wonder he could win over the noble heirs of Kyoto, easily getting companies like The Seagull to act as his pawns, truly loyal beyond measure.

"Song Chaoge took action for justice, so next, many among the young generation in Kyoto may join in like him."

Jiang Chen said softly.

The connections of Cao Jinse are imaginable.

She doesn’t even need to ask directly.

No need to mention others.

Just like Song Chaoge, surely she has more than one childhood friend. If Song Chaoge couldn’t tolerate it, could others stand by?

Wow.

The stage will only get bigger and bigger.

Plus, with the butterfly effect.

If anyone harbors personal grudges or family feuds, in the end, the scale and direction of this drama might be beyond the main players’ control.

"You don’t want to be used as a pawn, do you?"

Jiang Chen said.

Lan Peizhi didn’t respond.

Jiang Chen held his phone in one hand, rubbing his brow with the other, "Even though Martial Saint is residing at Spring and Autumn Plaza, do you need to be so diligent?"

Is there anything wrong with repaying kindness?

Unlike Song Chaoge’s righteous intervention, Lan Peizhi hadn’t intended to meddle further. Why did she enter Beijing?

Wasn’t it because someone’s official girlfriend prepared a nice meal and even invited junior siblings over, which was hard to refuse?

No gratitude? Let alone being criticized repeatedly, even for someone like Lan Peizhi, who might never have been accused by a man, anyone would likely have emotional reactions.

But Blood Guanyin is ultimately Blood Guanyin, calm and composed as she replied, "I could back off, but the winner would be Song Chaoge."

Shrimp-heart-pig-lung!

Jiang Chen fell silent instantly.

Indeed.

The situation has changed again.

Now Song Chaoge has entered the fray.

At this time, withdrawing Lan Peizhi is entirely different from before, wouldn’t all end up credited to Song Chaoge?

Look at it.

As soon as Young Master Song entered, even Blood Guanyin had to take three steps back.

Thus, the reputation of Young Master Song, affected by Fang Jun, is bound to rise again.

And Cao Jinse might owe him a significant favor because of it.

Lan Peizhi has already proven from personal experience that at this level, debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.

"Could you still back off?"

Jiang Chen said helplessly.

Of course, he knew the other was just saying it.

So many characters, so many forces involved, to end it without clarity would be like child’s play?

"Pretend I said nothing."

Sighing, Jiang Chen ended the call with Lan Peizhi, put down the phone.

"The Seagull was acting on Song Chaoge’s instruction?"

Though she wasn’t eavesdropping, sitting opposite, Director Shi still managed to hear most of the conversation.

"Seems like it."

Jiang Chen acknowledged.

"The Beijing Circle is just the Beijing Circle."

Shi Qianxi remarked, then noticing the "depressed" guy, kicked him while he was down, adding fuel to the fire: "I heard Song Chaoge and her are more than childhood friends, but also..."

"Is this an anger from the crown?"

Her personality was indeed different from Lan Peizhi, at times like this, Lan Peizhi might still maintain a fair and objective stance, but she wouldn’t show a "woman’s softness."

Besides, she wasn’t spewing groundless accusations; everything was common talk.

Faced with Shi Qianxi’s "provocation," Jiang Chen remained quite calm, leisurely sipped his coffee, then raised his eyes.

"Ever heard of a saying."

"What?"

Shi Qianxi blinked her lashes.

"Lapdog deserves death."

"..."

Shi Qianxi froze, then burst into laughter; luckily, she wasn’t drinking coffee, otherwise she’d surely spray it.

"You’re really something. Hmm, I’ll admit, she might not like ’lapdogs,’ but in this situation, you and Lan Peizhi betrayed her one after another, Song Chaoge seizes this opportunity, stands up for her decisively, I am moved already. However she is, she has a heart of flesh, right?"

Truly envisioning herself as an outsider.

Even started gloating about it.

Even Jiang Chen began to admire her mentality.

But considering her story so far, it seems it’s not worth being too surprised.

"Remember to pay the bill."

Jiang Chen finished his coffee in one go, not leaving any waste, then put down the cup and got up.

Shi Qianxi ignored him, letting him pass by, and as Jiang Chen pushed open the café door and walked out, she leisurely took a sip of coffee, lightly swung it, then sighed softly.

She hadn’t dealt with Young Master Song, only heard bits.

With a woman’s sense, objectively evaluating such, if she indeed ends up with Song Chaoge—

Alas.

Quite a pity.