I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2251 - 1433: Alliance and Rivalry (Part 2)

Chapter 2251: Chapter 1433: Alliance and Rivalry (Part 2)

In contrast, Lan Peizhi’s reaction was somewhat indifferent, silent as she walked past and out the door.

Indeed.

No matter how respectful and polite, this meal still carried the implication of "a favor exchanged for a return."

If anyone were entrusted with something they didn’t want to participate in but couldn’t refuse, they probably wouldn’t be in a very good mood.

"Sis!"

Upstairs.

This kid the Martial Saint really couldn’t sit still. He must have been paying attention to the downstairs commotion all along. At this moment, the window was wide open. He stood at the window, vigorously waving at his elder sister about to get into the car, shouting across the serene night.

"Take care on the road!"

Li Shuru looked up, smiling softly.

After all, siblings are siblings; their blood bonds are inseparable and unbreakable.

Lan Peizhi paused, turned back to look at her obliviously carefree brother upstairs, and her lips unconsciously curled into a subtle upward arc. Then she glanced at Li Shuru.

Li Shuru nodded and smiled.

Lan Peizhi got into the car.

The car door closed.

The Cadillac that had been waiting outside started up.

"Sister Shurui, how was it?"

As the elder sister left, the Martial Saint stuck his head out again and shouted down at Li Shuru, making an "okay" hand gesture.

This kid sure worried about a lot.

"Do your homework."

Li Shuru replied, then looked at the Cadillac slowly disappearing into the night, dropped the facade, clenched her hands, and let out a slow breath.

Even though she had just appeared perfectly composed, to say she wasn’t nervous at all would certainly be impossible.

But she understood.

The other party was someone who distinguished clearly between favors and grievances.

Righteousness is often among the brave and the fierce.

The more such a person, the more they repay kindness.

With the Martial Saint around and Tanki Liuli too, the other party couldn’t refuse.

If she wasn’t somewhat confident, how could she have promised Shi Qianxi?

Watching the Cadillac completely vanish from view, Li Shuru looked up, the Martial Saint had already closed the window, and she turned back to the house.

Daoist Duanmu was skillfully clearing the table.

Li Shuru went up to help.

"Did you understand what Miss Lan and I were talking about?"

While tidying up, Li Shuru casually asked.

"Yeah."

Unexpectedly, Daoist Duanmu affirmatively responded.

"You understood?"

"Yeah."

Tanki Liuli affirmed again.

Li Shuru chuckled, then continued to ask, half-skeptical: "What were we talking about?"

"Strategic alliances."

At her answer, Li Shuru was momentarily stunned.

Giving such a brief summary, Tanki Liuli said no more, holding the plates, she went into the kitchen, leaving Li Shuru bewildered standing there.

Then, she paused in her work, watching Tanki Liuli putting the dishes into the dishwasher, her eyes flickered, thoughtfully.

Could she have overlooked something?

Since this game had already begun, should she go all out? Use all her available pieces for at least some potential help?

Lan Peizhi’s camp was still undefined, but Duanmu was definitely firmly on her side.

Li Shuru firmly believed in this.

Some people cared about power and fame, but what Duanmu valued wasn’t these vulgar things.

Tanki Liuli returned to continue collecting the dishes.

"Do you want to go to Kyoto?"

Li Shuru tentatively asked.

"To fight?"

Her candidness left Li Shuru momentarily speechless.

Getting lost in thought, her mind involuntarily drifted.

——Maybe she missed the Blood Guanyin’s glory days. After all, success encourages a pursuit of self-improvement and peaceful living.

After all, the Lan Peizhi she had seen wasn’t the rumored monstrous figure.

On the contrary, the one beside her.

Had the Martial Saint swinging in mid-air like on a swing.

No matter how loud the Martial Saint tends to be, ask him if his sister had ever personally hit him.

So ——

Li Shuru silently watched the Daoist nun tidying the dishes.

Is this the 2.0 version of Valkyrie?

Kyoto.

A certain bar.

The most sentimental place was playing the most stirring music.

The ever-changing spotlights refracted into a rainbow of arcs from the necklace on the collarbone and the bracelets on the wrist.

The bar counter.

For some reason, the pretty-faced female bartender kept stealing glances at Boss Jiang at the bar.

Logically speaking.

Boss Jiang didn’t write ’I’m as rich as a nation’ on a sticky note and slap it on his face.

Could it be that it’s his looks that attract people?

Please.

Although Boss Jiang is quite charming, he’s not earth-shatteringly so. Among those male bartenders and waiters, which one isn’t handsome? They look like male models.

We can only blame Boss Jiang for being forgetful, as he’s already forgotten people, but they obviously haven’t forgotten him, even if they entertain countless guests every day.

Last time, Boss Jiang was alone, but this time he wasn’t that pitiful. Next to him sat a long-haired woman, soft and charming.

"Miss Shi went to the Great Wall."

The crystal glass stopped in mid-air.

Jiang Chen frowned, raising his glass to drown his sorrows, old sayings truly never deceive.

Just such important information, shouldn’t it be prefaced before reporting?

"When did this happen?"

"Two days ago."

Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered uncertainly.

That lady telling him not to interfere was really not just pleasantries.

However, isn’t this way of resolving things a bit too forceful?

Shi Qianxi took the initiative to go to the Great Wall at such a crucial time, without notifying him, so who she went to see is self-evident.

Indeed.

Who says men don’t have a sixth sense?

"Why didn’t you say earlier."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but reproach slightly.

Things that happened two days ago.

Even if it was a comet crashing into Earth, it had already happened.

However.

Why is it so quiet?

Am I in some parallel universe?

It’s unreasonable.

And unscientific.

"It should still not be too late."

Hu Die turned slightly towards Jiang Chen, caressing the crystal glass, and took a sip of wine.

Should still not be too late?

What does that mean?

Jiang Chen vaguely felt offended, but had no evidence.

"How’s the situation on Miss Shi’s side."

"When she left the Great Wall Group, she wasn’t very stable emotionally, didn’t look good, sat in her car for a long time before driving away."

Hu Die described accurately, vividly bringing the scene to life before their eyes.

This kind of work, Taoist Sister definitely couldn’t handle, even if she could, she definitely couldn’t describe it so vividly and accurately.

Naturally.

This was the impression Boss Jiang had formed before this.

What exactly was said, Hu Die definitely doesn’t know, actually, there’s no need to ask.

Anyway, the result is clear.

The two parted unhappily, definitely had a quarrel.

Shi Qianxi, that lady... understandable, but Princess Cao is different, she has always been the epitome of calm and sensible.

"Gulp."

Jiang Chen silently swallowed a drink, his heart knotted with worry.

Just because no one came to disturb him doesn’t mean he can justifiably remain uninvolved. No matter how nicely that lady says he doesn’t need to step in, if things escalate, undoubtedly, he will get dragged in.

Jiang Chen said nothing more, drinking sullenly, not communicating further with Hu Die, as no one could offer him advice on this matter.

Hu Die is surely a master at reading the room, she should remain silent at this time and not disturb others, but strangely, she broke the norm and spoke.

"When symptoms occur, they should be treated promptly, otherwise delaying will only worsen it."

Concise.

Incisive.

Optimism and pessimism can occasionally be confused with one another.

"Don’t you feel current work is much more interesting than the previous one."

Jiang Chen asked.

The strength of his mindset is shocking.

With the situation ablaze, yet he can still laugh at himself.

Hu Die pressed her lips, nodded slightly.

Honest.

But not tactful.

When a leader jokes about himself, that’s the leader’s own affair, agreeing with it is plain ignorant.

It’s no surprise that Boss Jiang got annoyed, "Prepare, let’s set off in the near future."

The retaliation came too quickly.

Although it was a plan made long ago, shouldn’t they wait for the show to finish?

It’s unreasonable to only watch half of a performance.

"There’s been an earthquake in Myanmar recently, it’s pretty dangerous."

Hu Die earnestly, but Jiang Chen was even more earnest than her.

"Just right, let’s go for disaster relief."