I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 2711 - 1684: Ma What Mei
Chapter 2711: Chapter 1684: Ma What Mei
"Brother Chen."
"Just in time, you’re here too."
Walking into Li Shuru’s office, Jiang Chen noticed Bai Zheli also sitting inside. He placed the signed document on the table and smiled, "Everyone should sign it."
"Sign what?"
Li Shuru curiously picked up the document, opened it, and quickly looked surprised, "When did this happen?"
"You don’t know either?"
As expected.
Luo Peng is really a tiger, didn’t tell anyone—probably agreed with Principal Lu one moment, and forgot the next.
Well, he hasn’t ever received a scholarship.
"Don’t look at me, this was Luo Peng’s promise to Principal Lu, supposedly from half a year ago. Principal Lu kept waiting for a reply and eventually came to me."
Li Shuru skimmed through it briefly and then handed the document to the equally curious Bai Zheli.
As CFO, Bai Zheli naturally had to sign for fund management. After reading the document’s content, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses—even with a ten billion dollar amount at stake, he remained calm, "Was this agreed upon by Brother Peng and Principal Lu?"
Jiang Chen nodded, pulled out a chair to sit down, and sighed, "Our Mr. Luo doesn’t seem to know how many blank checks he’s written outside."
"These studies have a very long return cycle and high risk."
Women are sometimes more rational than men. For example, Li Shuru, also a graduate of East Sea University, was not swayed by personal feelings now.
"Yes. But with Principal Lu personally requesting, how could I refuse?"
"Ten billion, just like that, decided to donate?"
Li Shuru laughed.
Bai Zheli, who had been quietly looking at the document, chimed in, speaking fairly: "This lucky robot is actually quite grounded. If it can be developed in a few years, it will bring huge commercial success and, more importantly, social prestige."
Jiang Chen snapped his fingers, nodding, "I agree with Xiao Bai’s point of view, ten billion is still worth it."
"Having money sure helps."
Li Shuru’s humor amused Bai Zheli; he put down the document and asked Jiang Chen, "Where’s Brother Peng? We need to ask him to cut back on spending outside."
"He left."
"Left?"
Bai Zheli raised his wrist, revealing an art-piece-like Roger Dubuis watch beneath his white suit sleeve, "It’s not even four o’clock."
"Went home to practice martial arts."
This time, Li Shuru was puzzled, "Practice martial arts?"
Jiang Chen remained calm, not hiding anything from Bai Zheli, and casually told his girlfriend, "I gave him that Cultivation Technique."
Li Shuru blinked, then broke into laughter, instantly no longer bothered by the ten billion about to be "donated."
"Brother Chen, what secret code are you guys speaking? What is the Cultivation Technique?"
Bai Zheli looked at Li Shuru, then Jiang Chen, obviously curious.
Li Shuru just suppressed her laughter without speaking.
Jiang Chen explained: "Have you ever watched martial arts dramas?"
Bai Zheli was momentarily distracted, then laughed too. He was much more flavorful than when he was a student; once weak and timid, now, with some seasoning and maturity, he had grown into a man.
"Brother Chen, you can’t be telling me martial arts secrets from the dramas exist, right?"
"Do you know Duanmu?"
"Of course I know."
"Do you think she’s normal?"
Bai Zheli opened his mouth, finding himself at a loss for words.
Duanmu isn’t normal.
But.
There’s still a gap with martial arts dramas.
In martial arts dramas, those masters—leave aside the mountain-moving abilities—they can’t even compare to Qinggong, something the real world doesn’t match.
No matter how strong Duanmu is, can she fly?
They’re not on the same level.
At most, she’s in the same worldview as Yong Chun Ye Wen.
"You really gave it to him?"
Li Shuru couldn’t resist asking.
"I gave it, and he left immediately afterward."
Li Shuru’s smile turned quirky.
Bai Zheli was confused, though firm in materialism, he tentatively asked, "Brother Chen, what Cultivation Technique did you give to Brother Peng?"
"Nine Yang Divine Skill."
"Pff—"
Li Shuru covered her mouth.
Bai Zheli was shocked, "Nine Yang Divine Skill?"
Jiang Chen nodded calmly, "Don’t blame Brother Chen for not giving it to you; you’re not suited to practice it."
Bai Zheli was a little confused, subconsciously asked: "Why?"
"Because Nine Yang Divine Skill isn’t suitable for virgins."
To be fair to Li Shuru, she tightly covered her mouth, but wrinkled the corners of her eyes, self-proclaimed cold eyes laughed away.
"Brother Chen..."
Even Bai Zheli, no longer introverted, blushed slightly at this moment, wanting to say something.
Jiang Chen glanced at him, "What? You’re not a virgin?"
Bai Zheli was completely speechless; his fair and refined face turned redder.
Why Boss Jiang is always the soul of Tianci Capital.
A few words, carrying the whole scene.
"Be careful, something might really happen."
After a while, Li Shuru managed to control her emotions, but the remaining smile still hung clearly on her face.
"I tore the first two pages out."
Jiang Chen explained concisely.
Li Shuru stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "You guys are indeed the best of bad friends."
"Brother Chen, it wasn’t really Nine Yang Divine Skill, right..."
Bai Zheli pretended to be calm, ignoring the rude question just now.
"If Nine Yang Divine Skill really existed, would I still be sitting here?"
Jiang Chen stopped joking, reminded, "Just don’t tell him."
Bai Zheli nodded.
"Actually, it’s the Sunflower Manual."
Bai Zheli shuddered, eyes widened, staring straight at Jiang Chen. Combining Li Shuru’s strange reaction and their recent conversation, he could instantly understand.
After his shock dissipated, he couldn’t help but chuckle, adjusting his glasses, "Brother Chen, you’re really mischievous."
"With his blank check antics outside, forcing the company to pay for him, shouldn’t he be taught a lesson?"
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