I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1297 - 895 dowry

Chapter 1297: 895 dowry

"This heart shines bright, what more needs to be said?"

Sweet words are easy to say.

But when Cao Xiugo heard his sister recount it, he commented, "Maybe if he goes into politics instead of business, he’ll have a bigger stage."

Cao Jinse froze for a moment.

"Why don’t you ask him if he’s considered it?"

Facing her brother’s gaze, Cao Jinse chuckled, "Brother, you must be joking. Look at his age."

"His age? The Grand Duke met the King Wen at eighty, Chong Er ascended the throne at sixty, someone in their twenties is at the perfect age for civil service exams."

As she heard this, even Cao Jinse couldn’t resist laughing out loud.

Of course.

The ultimate destiny is indeed civil service exams.

"Brother, stop talking to me about this. If there’s an opportunity for him to give a lecture at Kyoto University, you can talk to him directly."

Mao Tu seems to not be home today.

Only the siblings sat in the courtyard chatting idly.

"You’re familiar with him. Why not give him some advice?" Cao Xiugo smiled warmly, as if he wasn’t joking.

"With his personality," Cao Jinse shook her head, smiling, "Brother, do you think he’s suited to be an official?"

"Being an official is far harder than doing business. If he enters the bureaucracy, it won’t be long before he’s sidelined."

Cao Jinse muttered under her breath.

Cao Xiugo glanced at her and said calmly, "Isn’t that why you’re here."

Cao Jinse smiled helplessly.

"Brother, seriously, can we change the topic? If not, I’m heading back to rest."

"It’s still early. The sun hasn’t even set yet, and you’re already thinking about sleep?"

Cao Jinse let out a long sigh.

"You have no idea. These past few days have been overwhelming."

"The work will benefit this generation and the next. If you keep that in mind, you won’t feel so burdened."

"Brother, you’re even better at brainwashing than he is."

Cao Jinse laughed and cried, "Generational benefits, you say that so easily, but it’s not like you’re the one footing the bills."

"You’re good at summing things up."

Cao Xiugo quipped humorously and then added, "Isn’t it already set in stone? What are you worried about?"

"Brother, set in stone or not, it can’t be spent like cash."

"Even if it can’t be spent like cash, it can at least count as a discount voucher, right?"

Admittedly.

The conversation between these siblings was exceptionally witty and humorous.

Cao Jinse laughed again, her lips moving slightly, but nothing came out.

"Even at a discount, it’s still hard to cover."

"Everyone knows you’re a rich woman."

Cao Xiugo responded crisply, perhaps sensing some underlying pressure.

Cao Jinse shot him a dramatic glare and made to get up.

"Not talking anymore. I’m off to sleep."

Cao Xiugo remained unmoved, seemingly indifferent, continuing to sit under the tree where they used to play as children, calmly sipping tea. He neither tried to stop her nor said a word.

Unable to find an exit from the conversation, Cao Jinse muttered a few things under her breath, her words directed at no one in particular. After all, there was no need for pretense in front of her brother. She paused, turned around, and glaringly shouted, "Brother!"

A word worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Some bonds are born into existence; they cannot be changed.

Compared to sisters taking care of brothers.

A brother taking care of his sister seemed far more natural, a duty that couldn’t be shirked.

Since his sister called out like that, there was no way to keep acting oblivious. Setting aside his scholarly demeanor, tea in hand, Cao Xiugo responded simply, "How much is the shortfall?"

"Initial estimates suggest over four billion, not counting the fractions for now..."

Before Cao Jinse could finish, her brother sighed, "A couple hundred million in fractions—truly worthy of being a rich woman."

Cao Jinse glared at him, laughing and crying.

"Go on."

Cao Xiugo remained unruffled.

"Even if Jiang Chen and I split it evenly, each of us would still need to prepare two billion."

"Aren’t there other shareholders at Great Wall beyond you two?"

Cao Xiugo raised a question.

"But Jiang Chen and I are the largest shareholders. Are we supposed to count on Aunt Lan and Jin Hai to cover this?"

Lan Peizhi wasn’t even worth mentioning.

No matter how renowned she was, there was no way she could come up with such a massive sum.

Ask Jin Hai? Jin Hai’s market value was merely in the three-billion range. Could anyone truly expect him to ruin himself over this?

"I was talking about the shortfall, not the budget."

Cao Xiugo clarified with precision.

"Brother, I’ve run out of money. Do you know how many things Jiang Chen has stirred up? Every single one requires money. If I’d known how capable he was at creating chaos, I definitely wouldn’t have boarded his pirate ship!"

Cao Jinse wore an expression of deep regret.

Indeed.

She wasn’t a man.

Immortalizing herself in history or being the unparalleled national hero—what appeal did these hold for her?

On that morning jog at Houhai, how did she end up drinking that love potion served by that guy?

Getting off this ship might still be an option now.

Watching his bitterly smiling sister, Cao Xiugo ultimately kept this thought to himself and refrained from teasing her.

Although his sister wasn’t an ordinary woman.

Still, she was, after all, a lady with a fragile sense of face.

Jokes had their limits.

"You should know how Kyoto University compensates its teaching staff. I could show you my pay stub, and you’ll see I’m nowhere near capable of coughing up two billion."

For an ordinary teacher.

It was indeed laughable.

Forget teachers at Kyoto University. Even the world’s most elite educators wouldn’t have that kind of wealth.

While the logic stood, was Cao Jinse genuinely unaware of her brother’s "resources"?

Otherwise, why would she even bother pleading her case? She wouldn’t have opened her mouth to begin with.

"Brother, if you don’t help me, who can?"

Cao Jinse quickly adjusted her strategy, putting on an irresistibly pitiful expression. If Comrade Jiang Chen were present, he’d be utterly dumbfounded.

Even though he would know she was acting, as a brother, a soft heart towards his sister was inevitable. Even someone like Cao Xiugo was no exception.

"I’m not the one who backed you into this corner. Take your grievances to the person responsible. You’re shifting Jiang Chen’s burdens onto me—it doesn’t seem right?"

Cao Xiugo protested on principle, though his tone lacked conviction.

"Brother, as you said, what we’re doing now benefits the country and the people."

Sure enough, a woman was still a woman.

Masterful at deflecting and evading the point.

Cao Xiugo’s expression of helplessness deepened. After a brief silence, he uttered, "My money is intended for your dowry."

Cao Jinse laughed—not out of embarrassment, just pure amusement.

"Brother, don’t be so stingy."

At these astronomical numbers.

When did "stingy" earn a place as a relevant adjective?

If word of this leaked, it would likely overshadow the famous "set a small goal" phrase in impact.

"Have you been spending too much time with Jiang Chen? Is that why you think your brother is as talented—or ’wealthy’—as him?"

It was unclear whether he’d meant talent or finances.

Cao Jinse teasingly smiled, "Brother, in my heart, no one compares to you."

Cao Xiugo shook his head, knowing full well it was love potion. Yet human nature is such—it’s pleasant to hear.

"Only this once."

Cao Jinse pretended she hadn’t heard, and her face immediately lit up with a smile. She walked over quickly, embracing her brother’s shoulders and resting her head against his still broad frame.

"Brother, you’re the best."

Of course.

Cao Xiugo of the Cao Family was certainly not just "Teacher Cao" to Kyoto University students.

At the same time.

He was also the revered "Prince Brother," even someone like Yuan Family’s Tiger Girl, Yuan Run, wouldn’t dare challenge him.

For an ordinary educator to produce two billion, it was undeniably laughable.

But.

What about the Kyoto Club?

As the chairman of Shenzhou’s most prestigious club.

Mobilizing two billion in funds.

What could be easier?