I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2261 - 1439: The First Bouquet of Roses (Part 2)
They really came prepared!
First it was the Young Prince, then Shi Qianxi, and now it’s Princess Cao—are they planning to be the world’s creditors?
Have to admit, the founding of Heaven and Earth Bank solved many of Jiang Chen’s problems.
This lending move must be a well-prepared trump card, Jinhai gets three billion while not spending a dime here, how delightful?
But Princess Cao wasn’t all smiles, her pupils contracted, staring at Jiang Chen for a while, then she spat out two words emotionlessly.
"Dream on."
Director Shi is a person with backbone.
Why wouldn’t Princess Cao have integrity too?
Why did she "extort" Jinhai?
If you’re going to buy with money, and it’s borrowed money, what’s the point?
"No interest for you."
The generous Boss Jiang continued to unleash his usual big move.
This move could have been considered a Supreme Divine Power, once flung out, ordinary people would fall prostrate, but unbelievably, it failed sequentially on Director Shi and Princess Cao.
It was like playing a game, you throw out your big move, the opponent constantly shows "miss" and not only that, their energy bar even surges in the opposite direction.
"You can leave now."
Princess Cao was more polite than Director Shi, but someone brilliantly all-around and non-offensive didn’t understand the hint.
"The repayment period is negotiable, a bit longer is fine too."
"Bang!"
Princess Cao finally couldn’t bear it, the word must have reached her lips but she restrained herself, banging the table, even attracting Youmao who was arranging flowers to turn her head.
"Out!"
The wise person submits to circumstances.
People like Princess Cao generally don’t lose their temper, once they do, better not provoke her, just like how a gentle person can be more dangerous when they erupt than a vicious villain.
Didn’t see even the unrestricted Youmao didn’t dare make a sound at this time?
Boss Jiang calmly kept his composure, saying nothing, stood up rationally after the table bang, and silently retreated, not even saying a word more.
"Bang."
Walking out of the office, as the office door slowly closed, Jiang Chen stood at the doorway, exhaling slightly.
Not discouraged.
Nor dejected.
No change in expression whatsoever.
The expected result occurred, nothing to waver about, actually, before coming, he had prepared for failure, even if—his approach was already a compromise acceptable to all parties.
But now, thoroughly proven, Princess Cao is indeed a person of her word, either not act or act decisively without giving up halfway.
The first negotiation ended in failure.
So.
He could only wait for the next one.
Standing guard at the office door waiting for the other party to change their mind isn’t something Boss Jiang would do, and Princess Cao wouldn’t fall for such a trick, so the defeated Jiang Chen didn’t waste time, but rationally stepped away.
Inside the office.
Cao Jinse’s face was sullen, her rare expression made even Youmao cautious.
Despite her usual carefree manner, she was daunted when the lady got angry.
She quietly stayed in the office, not daring to chase out to offer advice to someone, standing by the freshly vibrant rose bouquet, holding her breath, not daring to make a sound for fear of getting caught in the crossfire.
Due to the distance, she didn’t hear what the two specifically talked about, but that guy was absolutely useless, before he came in, she had repeatedly warned and reminded, but he couldn’t even speak sweet words?
How did those women even fancy him?
Save oneself first.
Youmao was quite sharp, wisely and decisively chose to protect herself, but while she was being honest, Cao Jinse’s gaze actively turned to her.
"Miss, it’s not my fault!"
She hurriedly distanced herself from the matter.
"Throw it out!"
"Ah?"
Youmao was stunned, then realized it referred to the bouquet, hesitating, she bravely murmured, "You shouldn’t, it’s paid for, throwing it is wasteful."
"Will you throw it or not?!"
No one is perfect.
In the long life, no matter how stable the emotions, there will be unstable moments, the currently venting-for-no-reason Princess Cao isn’t much different from an ordinary woman,
"Miss, don’t be mad, it’s all Jiang Chen’s fault, what does it have to do with the flowers. Look how beautiful they are..."
As she spoke, Youmao picked up the roses again to showcase.
The light passed through the glass curtain wall, making the water droplets on the petals sparkle, like a young woman in her prime, stunning and filled with vitality.
Pity Princess Cao was unmoved.
"You’re not listening to me, are you?"
Youmao, disheartened, dared not resist further, looking at the roses in her arms, reluctantly sighed, and had no choice but to obediently take the flowers out, muttering as she walked to the middle of the office.
"This was Miss’s first bouquet of roses."
As a companion who grew up with Cao Jinse, what Youmao said was mostly factual, even if it sounded quite unbelievable.
Given Princess Cao’s image, temperament, talent, background... it stands to reason there should be a crowd of admirers, even female streamers online that are unbecoming without filters have many admirers waiting eagerly.
But precisely because of this, being too exceptional can easily make suitors feel ashamed or even inferior.
Even moths dare only fly to candles, do they dare go after the moon hanging high in the sky?
In over twenty years of living, for other women it might be a sad matter, Cao Jinse really hadn’t received flowers, because no one dared, not even Song Chaoge who was admired by Kyoto’s biggest troublemakers.
No one even sent them.
Not to mention receiving them.
These things, either reject directly, after refusal throwing them away has a different meaning.
Just now when someone came in with roses, Princess Cao wasn’t pleased, but she also didn’t tell them to take the flowers out, right?
"Sigh—"
Youmao mused aloud, filled with regret, and just when she was four or five steps away from the office door, a voice came from behind.
"Stop."
With her back turned, Youmao’s eyes showed a cunning smile for a moment, not hastily turning around, looking at the other party with confusion.
"Who said I’ve never received flowers?"
"Huh? Has Miss received any? I’ve never seen it."
Don’t hit someone where it hurts.
Cao Jinse tightened her teeth secretly, her face expressionless, "I received flowers, do I have to report to you?"
Youmao shook her head hastily.
"Not at all. I know a lot of people secretly admire Miss, it’s just, sigh, they’re all too timid."
How can they not be timid?
Let’s not even mention the Cao name.
Let’s just talk about her brother behind her.
The teacher silently working at Kyoto University now wasn’t always so gentle and kind.
For some reason, on hearing Youmao’s sigh, Cao Jinse smiled a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Timid?
In the end, someone does have courage.
And it was boundless.
"Miss, should I still throw them away?"
Youmao tentatively asked.
Cao Jinse was silent for a moment, looking at the roses that probably cost over a hundred bucks in Youmao’s arms.
"Leave them for now. Lest someone sees them taken out."
No matter how cheap, they are still the first bouquet of roses after all.
"Okay."
Youmao smiled secretly within, but didn’t reveal it, quietly holding the flowers and turning back.
"Where should I put them?"
"Anywhere."
Cao Jinse said impatiently, then turned back to the computer, grabbing the mouse, immersing herself in work.
Downstairs.
The person calmly opened the car door, and just as he sat down without having time to buckle the seat belt, the phone rang.
Hu Die.
"Haven’t left yet?"
The person on the other end didn’t mind his harshness and aloofness.
"Lan Peizhi has arrived in Kyoto."
"..."
Jiang Chen suddenly quieted down.
Truly, "honor is often among those who slay dogs."
Has he put too much weight on personal ties?
Even if unavoidable, there’s no need to personally intervene.
That woman Shi Qianxi sure had a crow’s mouth, it’s fine if Cao Jinse blows up at him, but if she argues with Lan Peizhi...
The scene was too beautiful to imagine.
No matter how turbulent his inner world, Boss Jiang’s tone always revealed nothing.
"Is there anything else?"
The other side quietly hung up.
