I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2258 - 1437: Probiotic Water

"You take your time to ponder, I’m off to sleep."

Director Shi yawned. He genuinely seemed tired, dropped his crossed legs, supported himself on his knees, and casually strolled off to the bedroom, leaving Boss Jiang alone on the sofa.

Pay attention to a detail.

Whether he forgot or was genuinely too sleepy, Director Shi didn’t even bother to close the bedroom door.

Which means,

If someone in the living room wished to, they could easily stay over and wouldn’t have to sleep on the sofa.

However, unfortunately,

Director Shi could sleep, but at that moment, he probably didn’t have the mood to be sleepy.

It turns out that sharing worries doesn’t just halve them; they might even transfer.

Director Shi fell onto the bed, covered himself with a blanket, and closed his eyes. How soundly did he sleep?

Boss Jiang didn’t mind the other’s "neglect"; he needed undisturbed tranquility instead.

The night was quiet, and he sat there silently, yet his mind was brewing a storm.

Was it really just an exaggeration?

Carefully weighing it.

That aunt wasn’t actually talking nonsense.

If Lan Peizhi was really forced by circumstances, attending to an unrepayable favor, then, how would Cao Jinse handle it?

Stepping back to see the bigger picture?

There’s such a possibility.

But honestly, this possibility certainly doesn’t reach 100%.

Since it’s not just a whim, then when eyeing Great Wall Shares held by Jinhai, how could Cao Jinse, with her meticulousness, not consider the reactions of other stakeholders?

Did she consider Lan Peizhi’s attitude, who is also a Great Wall shareholder?

In this way,

There are two possible outcomes.

Cao Jinse might be prepared for Lan Peizhi to intervene, and plans to give Lan Peizhi face, smooth things over, everyone gets a step down, selling a favor to Lan Peizhi doesn’t harm any side significantly, that’s the ideal situation.

The second outcome.

Cao Jinse is resolute in her decision, firmly determined to outcast Jinhai, "turning her back on everyone", no concessions for anyone.

With Cao Jinse’s character, this possibility isn’t low either.

Schrödinger’s cat appears again.

Is it "1" or "2"? When the box is opened, at the moment the truth is revealed, nobody can predict.

And if it can’t be predicted,

Then we must be ready to face any outcome.

Time passes little by little.

Someone sits on the sofa for an unknown duration, so long that in the bedroom, Director Shi vaguely hears the sound of a phone call, followed by what seems like the sound of a door closing.

In her sleep, she slightly pouted her lips, then turned over, side-laying hugging a pillow, her expression peaceful, her eyelids not opening.

An ancient residence located somewhere around Tokyo.

Bamboo mat, an agarwood table, a woman rests her chin in her hand, reclined under the eaves, lazily cooling off, donned in a kimono, with a bright red azalea flower inserted in her dense black bun, against her face, further accentuating her myriad of charms and alluring beauty.

Birds sing in waves.

Crisp and ethereal.

Adding a layer of sleepiness to the dizzy sunlight.

The naturally captivating woman covers her tender lips with a hand, yawns, her eyelids drooping, slightly open, seemingly ready to take a nap.

"Hoo..."

The courtyard breeze suddenly seemed a bit stronger, gently swaying a strand of hair loose at her cheek.

Her eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a woman outside an empty eave, wrapped tightly in a form-fitting outfit, exposing only her face.

"Miss, the items have arrived."

She kneels on one knee, hands extended flatly, holding a crystal-clear miniature jug-like container, filled with a liquid resembling water.

Just.

Wearing black in summer, not afraid of the heat?

The earthly beauty lounging under the eaves lazily "hmmed", both her voice and the snow-white long socks on her petite feet, were enough to make bones go limp.

"Bring it here."

The woman of sharp demeanor arises, carefully cradling the container as if it’s a treasure, walks forward, and places it on the agarwood table.

The earthly beauty still rests her chin, gazing at the container that holds nothing seemingly extraordinary inside.

"Sakura, do you think this water is really effective?"

"The name Probiotic Water is known throughout Xiangchuan County; the Chiba Village, which produces Probiotic Water, has twins in every household, and the well producing Probiotic Water is regarded as a gift from Amaterasu by Chiba Village, protected tightly, for a full sixty years now, the subordinate believes it should have some effect."

I see.

No wonder it’s called Probiotic Water.

The villagers’ naming sense is quite straightforward.

"Sounds like it could be real."

The woman whispered, staring at the Probiotic Water, carried from afar, "but truly, should we abandon science and believe in metaphysics?"

"The subordinate has done water quality checks on Probiotic Water, it has no toxic side effects."

The woman named Sakura said.

"Hmm."

The woman sat upright, emitting an overwhelming allure with every subtle movement, picked up the container without any defensive thoughts, and poured it into a porcelain cup on the agarwood table.

Every old gatekeeper family has Death Warriors.

The scale of Death Warriors varies, strength differs, this relates to the family’s foundation, but the loyalty of Death Warriors is unquestionable.

Filling half the cup, the woman paused, then lifted her arm, the translucent rim of the cup touching her red lips.

"Tastes quite nice."

Swallowing the cool Probiotic Water, the woman chuckled lightly, and then set down the cup.

"How about the thing?"

Sakura reached into her bosom and pulled out a small leather paper packet.

This time, the woman stretched out her hand, and the item landed in her delicate palm.

"How much longer is needed?"

"With the current amount, five more packets are required. Once consumed, it becomes incurable, and once paired with a medicinal trigger at the right time, the consumer will die suddenly, showing only symptoms of heart attack, with no other discernible cause of death."

After hearing Sakura’s emotionless explanation, the woman considered a calamity in history smiled, "Bothersome it may be, but good things always require patience."

"Alright, you may withdraw."

Having set down the palm-sized leather paper packet, glancing up, Sakura had vanished, the courtyard now empty, as if nobody had been there.

Is this Fujiwara Family’s finest Death Warrior, with hopes of achieving the honor of the youngest Upper-level Ninja in contemporary times?

The woman, capable of bringing down nations, refocused her gaze on the container holding Probiotic Water.

Though nominally not the Family Head, her "behind-the-scenes rule" had allowed her control over most family power, with family forces pledging allegiance to her.

Moreover.

Sakura has known her since childhood.

The unquestionable loyalty of true Death Warriors comes from upbringing starting at childhood.

The two items on the agarwood table.

One promotes life.

One promotes death. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The woman slightly frowned, then suddenly displayed a dazzlingly enchanting frustration on her face.

She forgot to ask Sakura.

This water, aside from women, should men drink it too?