I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

What the heck!

"Then why are you looking for me?"

Cao Jinse stared at him.

"You don’t need to make things difficult for Jinhai anymore."

Someone swallowed their coffee, unhurried, "Jinhai and Lan Peizhi have reached an agreement to sell Great Wall’s shares at market price."

Wait a minute.

Has the contract been signed? 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Wasn’t he thrown out over the wall?

However, regarding these matters, Princess Cao was obviously unaware, so her expression gradually faded, her body leaning slightly back, then she tugged out an almost invisible arc.

"So what? Are you here to show off to me? Using Aunt Lan to pressure me?"

Jiang Chen shook his head calmly and said, "Can she pressure you?"

Cao Jinse was silent, silently staring at him.

That sticky note was the only tool that could make her willingly step back.

She had been waiting for him to take it out.

But the result.

He threw it away.

Actually.

It doesn’t matter if it’s thrown away.

After all, it’s not a unique item in the world; you can casually buy a bunch at a stationery store, tear off a sheet, even if the color is different, would she say it’s fake?

But this guy.

Won’t even give such an easy out.

Is he really making her give up for no reason?

That would really be a joke.

"Seagull’s interference is to muddy the waters; they don’t necessarily want that land, but Jinhai is determined. Now that Jinhai has secured hundreds of billions in cash, Seagull is unlikely to compete with Jinhai."

Hmm.

Lan Peizhi has acquired Great Wall’s shares, and Jinhai successfully pushes through the second factory plan, both sides are satisfied.

So what about her?

"Are you oversimplifying the problem?"

Jiang Chen obviously didn’t ignore her and added, "If you don’t interfere anymore."

Cao Jinse remained expressionless.

"You threw away that note yourself."

"If I take it out now, would you be willing to back off?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Cao Jinse didn’t answer, just said, "Take it out."

Still reminding.

Even at this point, it’s obviously not too late; just use any excuse to slip away, turn left out the door, find a convenience store, and spend a few bucks on a sticky note to solve it.

But Jiang Chen has always been straightforward and doesn’t engage in such deception.

It wasn’t accidentally thrown away.

When he "liberated" that note, he was very clear on the weight it carried.

"If I take it out, would you stop losing face? Would the outside world stop criticizing you?"

"It’s none of your business."

How is it none of my business?

He has always pursued a win-win situation.

But such words would certainly not be said openly, lest there be suspicion of sweet-talking.

Some people stay on the surface, but Comrade Jiang Chen has always spoken with actions.

Without rushing to speak, Jiang Chen, who thought things through well for both parties, calmly sipped his coffee.

"What kind of conditions can you propose?"

"Jinhai sold the shares to Lan Peizhi, so why don’t you sell your shares to me?"

Jiang Chen acted as if he didn’t notice her sharp gaze and said easily, "Pick another condition."

"Didn’t you say I could propose anything? I did, and you can’t do it, so why pretend to be something you’re not."

Cao Jinse rebuked coldly.

"That’s not acquisition; that’s robbery. I’m not stupid—why would I agree to that?"

"..."

A very successful cold joke.

Made Cao Jinse laugh, but the laughter was void of warmth, cooler than iced coffee.

"If you want to perform comedy, go to the city gate tower. I don’t have time to watch your poor act."

No surprise, Jiang Chen got scolded very badly.

He had it coming.

Displaying humor also requires considering the time and place.

Attending a wedding with blaring horns is just inviting trouble.

"Besides this condition."

Comrade Jiang Chen is, after all, Comrade Jiang Chen. Had it been anyone else, they’d be blushing and embarrassed, but he remained calm. Back in the day, when he had nothing, he was still praiseworthy for his thick skin; minor attacks weren’t worth noting.

Actually.

It’s not that he’s unwilling.

His gaze is no longer fixated on one company; forget selling, even if he were to give Great Wall’s shares away, it wouldn’t matter.

Does it solve the problem, though?

Perhaps it would.

But that’s just temporary.

As hospitals would say, it’s symptomatic treatment.

The thorn between Lan Peizhi and Cao Jinse remains. In this scenario, leaving Great Wall with them, without any buffer, would likely result in the company being torn apart.

Better to dissolve it outright.

Not that he overestimates himself.

These are objective facts, after all.

"Besides this condition, can you handle everything else?"

Princess Cao, after all, is Princess Cao, willing to give him another chance.

Jiang Chen nodded decisively, nothing more than two words.

Only "confidence".

"Don’t you earn scholarships year after year? Recite π to ten thousand decimal places."

"Don’t you lack the time?"

"If you can’t do it, don’t speak recklessly."

Entirely self-inflicted.

Princess Cao is actually reasonable enough, even if he repeatedly breaches trust and boasts, she’s still there.

The problem is he’s too unreliable, not only failing to remedy but bargaining, "Would a hundred digits do?"

The other party ignored him, so he daringly retorted, "Can you recite π to ten thousand decimal places?"

What now?

A scholarly debate?

Truly fed up, Cao Jinse coldly stared at him, then suddenly stood up, after a pause, picked up that cup of latte.

In that moment, Jiang Chen was genuinely worried about being splashed.

But he misunderstood her. Even if Princess Cao were more emotional, she wouldn’t resort to shrewish behavior. She didn’t splash the coffee to vent, even after noticing his fleeting nervousness, and then walked away with her coffee.

——Waste is shameful.

In this situation, still holding on to thrifty virtues is truly admirable.

Another unpleasant separation didn’t result in Jiang Chen persisting further; he watched her leave the Starbucks, lifted his own latte, feeling undeterred.

"Miss."

As soon as Miss returned, Youmao, who was lying on the sofa pondering the meeting, immediately sprang up, carefully observing Miss’s expression.

It’s not that she didn’t want to join in the fun; the truth is Miss didn’t agree.

A quick observation made her aware, the meeting outcome wasn’t ideal.

Jiang Chen, that guy, not useful at all.

"Miss, is this for me?"

She approached smilingly.

Cao Jinse handed over the coffee cup to her without a word.

Youmao received it happily, then her face fell instantly, pouty, "It’s empty."

Cao Jinse walked towards the desk.

If in a bad mood, how can one finish a cup of coffee?

Without leaving herself any.

Deliberately?

Youmao thought to herself.

"Are you bad-mouthing me again."

Youmao flinched, then sheepishly smiled, "No Miss, I’m cursing Jiang Chen, that guy."

Speaking, she quickly tossed the coffee cup into the trash can seven or eight meters away.

"Splash."

Exceptionally accurate.

"Why are you cursing him?"

Cao Jinse asked as she walked to the desk.

"Because he hasn’t managed to fix..." Youmao caught herself mid-sentence, "He hasn’t solved the problem, damningly!"

"Can he solve it?"

Cao Jinse leaned on the desk and sat in the office chair, "Unless he can recite π to ten thousand places."

π to ten thousand places?

Youmao widened her eyes, confused and innocent.

What’s the logic behind that?

No human brain can remember π to ten thousand places, so if that’s the requirement, someone might as well fish that sticky note out of Yongding River for a more practical solution.

As Youmao was about to speak, the black phone on Cao Jinse’s desk rang.

Youmao fell silent.

Cao Jinse reached for the receiver, then said, "Chairman Hua."

Chairman Hua.

Youmao knew.

That’s the head of Jiuding Group, someone even Miss must show considerable respect to.

"Jinse, are you free now? If convenient, please come to my office."

A gentle laugh came through the phone.

"Okay, I’ll be there right away."

"No rush, I’ll wait for you."

Cao Jinse naturally put down the receiver, but there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.