Ye Tingxuan furrowed his tangible brows, seemingly inspired, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, let’s not talk about it. Won, they’re just narrow-minded. Look at my sister, Jinse."
Jiang Chen was half amused, half exasperated.
Leaving soone behind and bailing on them is justified now?
Besides, how many Cao Jinse are there in the world?
Even if it were Cao Jinse, encountering such a distressing event in her teenage years would likely leave her resentful, right?
"Brother Jiang, can I discuss sothing with you?"
Truly extraordinary.
He could turn the page without a hitch.
"Is it a good or bad thing?"
Jiang Chen was straightforward.
"Look at how you’re talking; would I look for you if it were a bad thing? Don’t you know what kind of person I am?"
Jiang Chen wasn’t swayed; he just quietly nodded as if nothing had happened.
Ye Tingxuan leaned forward, as if there was sothing unspeakable.
"Lend so money."
"..."
As expected!
Jiang Chen, with his strong resolve, remained unperturbed. "How much?"
"I’m planning to start a business."
"..."
The implication being, it’s no small amount.
"Brother Jiang, if you’re willing, you could also invest."
Jiang Chen wasn’t going to be fooled. Now it was a loan, but if it beca an investnt, it’s as good as not coming back.
So he simply asked, without inquiring further about the project, "How much do you need to borrow?"
The word "borrow."
Needs emphasis.
"One billion."
"..."
One billion.
Is that even called entrepreneurship?
For ordinary people, that’s financial freedom.
But Jiang Chen had expected this. Small money isn’t worth asking for.
However, for ten billion, with the Young Prince’s status, raising it shouldn’t be too hard.
"Don’t worry, Brother Jiang. Fair business between brothers, calculated at the current interest rate of Heaven and Earth Bank. We’ll draw up a contract and sign it."
Jiang Chen was silent, sipping his wine.
"Is ten billion enough?"
If it’s following standard procedures, then it’s not just a favor, but a business transaction.
What’s the purpose of a bank?
When it boils down to it, it’s about lending money.
With the Young Prince’s credentials, he wouldn’t worry about default, risk control isn’t even needed.
"Temporarily, it’s enough, but having more wouldn’t hurt."
Jiang Chen nodded, "The Young Prince can go directly to Heaven and Earth Bank and find Director Zhuge Xi, he’ll handle it."
That’s the use of connections.
That’s it.
"Generous."
Ye Tingxuan raised his glass and drank heartily, then recalled sothing, "Brother Jiang, I heard that this Zhuge Xi was found by your sister, Jinse?"
"Yes."
Jiang Chen gently swirled his glass.
"That guy is quite a talent."
Ye Tingxuan sighed, "But for an average person, most wouldn’t dare to use him. Only you, Brother Jiang, would have such courage."
"Does the Young Prince know him?"
"Of course."
Suddenly, Ye Tingxuan lowered his voice, "Just recently, about a month before old Mr. Fang’s passing, sothing happened in Kyoto."
"What happened?"
"So foreign agents infiltrated, planning to initiate an assassination. One of the targets was you, Brother Jiang, and your Heaven and Earth Bank director, Zhuge Xi."
Jiang Chen wasn’t surprised; large scale wars don’t suit modern civilization, but clandestine tricks have never ceased.
This happens globally.
It’s mutual reciprocity.
No one can bla another.
The difference is who succeeds and who fails.
Since it happened a month ago and Jiang Chen t with Zhuge Xi recently, and he was perfectly unhard, it’s clear the foreign agents’ assassination plan failed.
At least it partially failed.
"I’ve just seen him."
Ye Tingxuan chuckled, "Of course. Don’t worry; Brother Jiang, who you t wasn’t a ghost. Those foreigners were dealt with."
Ye Tingxuan poured a drink, "These foreigners are quite bold, choosing to act in Kyoto. But indeed, that Zhuge Xi is sowhat sinister, they must hate him to the core."
Why didn’t Cao Jinse give him a heads-up?
"Were they cleaned up thoroughly? If not, they’ll probably return for another attempt."
Ye Tingxuan nodded, "Of course. The Wang siblings got a collective first-class rit for it."
"Wang siblings?"
Jiang Chen found it familiar.
"Liu Sangyu, Wang Heting, you know them, Brother Jiang. This pair has incredible luck, they were on an official trip to Kyoto and happened to encounter this fortunate event."
Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered, he recalled that afternoon by the Pujiang River.
These people really know how to keep calm,
Back then, they had just returned from Kyoto.
First-class collective rit.
That’s a significant honor for the family genealogy.
Yet they didn’t say a word.
Hold on.
Ye Tingxuan just said, "again"?
"Do they have many first-class rits?"
A rare hint of complexity appeared on Ye Tingxuan’s fearless face, conveying an inexplicable admiration.
He silently took a sip of his drink.
"The eldest daughter of the Sichuan and Shu Wang Family is truly a formidable person. Brother Jiang, if you encounter her, it’s best to stay away."
Jiang Chen said nothing.
The warning ca too late.
"Every ti she’s dispatched sowhere, she leaves a trail of wails and misery. Almost no one in the troops doesn’t know her na, and she’s incredibly skilled, thrashing those King soldiers like grandchildren. Brother Jiang, don’t ntion Yuan Bingshan, he’s sparred with her and got beat up pretty badly. I think across the world, only Aunt Lan might curb her arrogance. But Aunt Lan’s from Sichuan and Shu and has good ties with the Wangs; she wouldn’t fight her."
Only Lan Peizhi would hardly be accurate.
At least Daoist Sister could definitely handle the military’s queen bee.
"I’d love to see Fang Jun fall into her hands, hehe, he’d surely be tortured to no end."
Ye Tingxuan spoke while drinking, amusing himself.
Jiang Chen quietly drank along, saying nothing.
"But honestly, if the military had a few more like Liu Sangyu instead of re posers like Yuan Bingshan, it’d be a blessing for us in Shen Zhou. Those foreigners still dare to make moves, clearly, they’ll face severe repercussions for violating Huaxia’s sovereignty!"
The alcohol started affecting him, and Ye Tingxuan beca increasingly passionate, drinking in large gulps.
"Stability at ho must precede external aggression, these foreigners don’t understand. They can’t even manage their own affairs and yet venture so far to stir trouble, truly reckless. Brother Jiang, have you heard, recently a very mysterious organization has erged in the West, specializing in assassinating unscrupulous capitalists and high-ranking corrupt officials?"
"I’ve seen so news."
Jiang Chen remained composed, "Aren’t they saying it’s all a spontaneous act by the commoners?"
"You believe that lie? Without organization or planning, would these commoners act so cohesively, so synchronously? And their success rate is so high? Western dia dare not admit this fact, they’re just deluding themselves."
Ye Tingxuan confidently affird, "There’s undoubtedly a big hand in the shadows controlling it all."
Jiang Chen silently sipped his wine.
"Ha ha."
Ye Tingxuan suddenly laughed aloud, raising his hand to pat Jiang Chen’s shoulder.
"Whoever it is, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. What’s this called? This is what they call ’the one with a righteous cause has many allies’. The imperialists’ good days are numbered."
"That invisible big hand isn’t the Young Prince, is it? How else do you know so much?"
"Hahaha..."
Ye Tingxuan’s laughter beca more unrestrained and triumphant.
"Brother Jiang, you’re really funny. Don’t worry; I’m borrowing money, not funding ’terrorism.’ The reason I know so much is that these things aren’t said by , but are spread by the Western common people themselves."
"Spread by mouth? What?"
Ye Tingxuan suddenly lowered his voice, staring intently at Jiang Chen, speaking in a deep, mysterious tone, laced with the aroma of alcohol.
"They say, this organization is ’Heaven’s Retribution.’"
——Punishnt sent down by Heaven."
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