I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"Check if there’s any caking."

In the passenger seat, Shi Qianxi held a compact powder, leaving the makeup mirror open as she asked the driver’s opinion, completely disregarding driving safety.

"No caking."

She didn’t care, but the driver, with his strong sense of safety awareness, answered without taking his eyes off the road.

"You didn’t even look!"

The driver’s perfunctory response led to Shi Qianxi’s dissatisfaction. "You didn’t even give me a heads-up, asking you to wait for a bit, and you didn’t..."

No wonder she was hurriedly applying makeup in the car, turns out it wasn’t her fault.

"You don’t need makeup."

The driver not only had a strong sense of safety but also understood women well. His simple words turned Shi Qianxi’s anger into delight.

"Oh, cut it out."

Though she said that, Director Shi couldn’t suppress the curve on her lips, revealing her true emotions as she reviewed herself in the passenger seat’s makeup mirror again before closing it with satisfaction.

"Who are we meeting, can you tell me now?"

In Director Shi’s understanding, at this moment, if someone invited her out, it must be to meet someone crucial for resolving this "business war," which is why she was taking it so seriously.

"We’re almost there."

Jiang Chen still didn’t explain. A few minutes later, the Maybach, which typically came with a driver, turned into the ancient Drum Lane, stopping in front of an equally old courtyard house, with rust on the door knocker as remnants of history.

Before getting out of the car, Director Shi deliberately tidied up her attire.

Boss Jiang wasn’t so solemn. He opened the car door, walked straight to the heavy door, and knocked using the knocker.

"Can’t they hear a doorbell?"

Following behind, Director Shi commented in a low voice.

He’s being humorous now.

Jiang Chen remained cool, not responding. Not everyone likes or needs modern technology.

Half a minute later, with an old creak, the door on one side of the courtyard opened from the inside, revealing a plain-looking middle-aged woman.

Cloth in coarse fabric.

Perfectly matched the courtyard.

But completely out of step with the times.

But to know.

To live in such a residence in Kyoto, even the servants are figures average people couldn’t compete with.

Upon seeing Jiang Chen, the extremely simple woman smiled slightly, then without saying or asking anything, turned around, clearly indicating the two should enter.

Jiang Chen maintained his composure, stepping forward.

Shi Qianxi had no choice but to follow, quietly tugging at someone’s sleeve.

But someone still didn’t explain.

Upon reaching the central courtyard.

Shi Qianxi’s steps halted.

Alright then.

No need to ask.

Only to see a certain "fellow townsman" of hers sitting cross-legged on a pearwood chair, hands resting on thighs, draped in ethereal white clothes. Even with eyes closed, she could recognize who it was!

Is she sunbathing?

Though it’s morning, isn’t she afraid of getting a tan?

Never try to decipher a woman’s thoughts.

A woman’s mind often lacks logic, sometimes even they don’t know what they’re thinking.

The leading lady didn’t approach to report, instead, after bringing them here, she quietly stepped back.

Shi Qianxi’s expression changed repeatedly, just as she was about to reach out and pinch someone’s waist, someone conveniently moved forward, avoiding disaster.

Perhaps having heard the footsteps, the sun-bathed, white-clothed-as-snow Blood Guanyin opened her eyes.

At that moment.

It was as if the perfect painting had its final stroke.

Even Shi Qianxi couldn’t help but be dazzled, captivated by a fellow woman, an "older fellow woman" no less.

"Something up?"

Lan Peizhi asked straightforwardly, the light around her seemed to create a glowing edge, dazzlingly bright.

If you swapped the pearwood chair for a lotus seat beneath her.

She’d be a perfect apparition of Guanyin descending to the world.

"Come over."

As Jiang Chen neared, he beckoned her over.

#*&@$%!

With words unspeakable in her mind, Shi Qianxi forced a smile, reluctantly walking over.

According to her plan.

She could simply "adopt a wait-and-see approach," or sit back and enjoy the results. But little did she know that a certain someone would, without a word, trick her into coming here.

To be honest.

She’d rather face the Cao Family girl than deal with this "townswoman."

Lan Peizhi’s gaze fell upon her, forcing Shi Qianxi to grin and bear it, coming to that damned someone’s side to greet her.

"Miss Lan."

Offending the Cao Family girl wouldn’t be fatal, but having a run-in with this one could truly be troublesome.

Since she was from the East Sea, the legends about the other woman were ones she’d heard too many times.

Lan Peizhi acknowledged her with a slight "Hmm," not exerting too much pressure on Jinhai’s second-in-command, her gaze returning to Jiang Chen’s face.

Shi Qianxi pursed her lips, unconsciously clenching her hands, with an unreadable face but undoubtedly unpleasant thoughts in her head.

But whatever she cursed, the person wouldn’t hear it.

"Transfer Great Wall’s shares to Miss Lan according to the current market value."

A thunderclap out of silence!

With rich psychological activities, Shi Qianxi was suddenly dumbstruck.

Even the celestial Lan Peizhi sitting cross-legged slightly furrowed her brows.

"What did you say?"

Shi Qianxi, with a blank mind, asked softly.

"Transfer your shares to Miss Lan."

Jiang Chen repeated, even more concise, with crystal clarity and determination.

It’s just.

Wait a bit...

Why is it that neither the buyer nor seller are aware, kept in the dark, while he’s here issuing commands as an outsider?

Shi Qianxi gazed at him, completely bewildered.

"Did I ever say I wanted to buy Jinhai’s shares?"

Blood Guanyin is not someone to endure being forced into a transaction. Though probably taken aback too, she wasn’t stunned.