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Chapter 1322 - 912 Preaching and Imparting Knowledge (Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 1322: 912 Preaching and Imparting Knowledge (Request for Monthly Tickets!)

"It’s fine to think about it, but it’s best not to say it out loud. Otherwise, if someone with ill intent hears you, and slaps on the label of ’destroying diplomatic relations,’ you might not be able to bear the consequences. If you’re just an ordinary person, it’s no big deal, but when you’re not, it’s a different story altogether."

Apang Palace.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile faintly.

The other person’s words were spot on.

It’s often said that the higher you stand, the fewer restrictions you have, but that’s not quite true.

Sometimes, ordinary people might actually enjoy greater freedom—especially in what they say.

Due to their broader influence, public figures are far more prone to trouble caused by what they say. Examples of this are everywhere, too abundant to count.

To give a very simple example:

If everyday citizens are unhappy with the current state of things, they can jump up and curse the government with abandon. But what happens if a civil servant tries the same?

"That Bai troupe leader has most likely been co-opted."

In response to Jiang Chen’s comment, Cao Jinse swirled her juice straw nonchalantly and said matter-of-factly, "That leader of the Hengsheng Dance Troupe isn’t one of the People of Shenzhou."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, she got a Canadian permanent residency years ago," Cao Jinse said. "So using the term ’co-opted’ might not be entirely accurate."

"Isn’t there really any way to handle this?"

Jiang Chen spoke softly.

Cao Jinse smiled, "In this world, there’s no such thing as only claiming rewards without bearing risks. If we want to attract global capital, we have to face situations like this—it’s inevitable. Did you really think foreign capitalists came here out of the kindness of their hearts to help us develop and build? That’s how it is—a game of strategy."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"The Hengsheng Group’s problems are indeed due to our oversight. But on such a massive chessboard, it’s impossible to plug every hole. Compared to countries that have been pillaged to the point of ruin, our record is actually fairly respectable."

Jiang Chen, being a student of economics, naturally understood the logic she was explaining.

Originally, he thought his own mindset was already exceptional, but now he realized that the other party was not only on the same level but might even surpass his perspective.

"Even if that Bai Jie has already switched her nationality, it’s still worth investigating her. Even if we don’t find any flaws—what if we do?"

Jiang Chen proposed.

Cao Jinse nodded, "You’re absolutely right—even a dead horse deserves to be treated as if it’s alive. But according to the aviation authority, that Hengsheng Dance Troupe leader boarded a flight to leave the country two days ago."

"..."

Jiang Chen fell silent, then let out a sigh, "Truly airtight."

"With a group as wide-ranging as Hengsheng, it’s certainly hard to keep track of a small dance troupe," Cao Jinse said lightly, cutting the discussion short before transitioning. "Did Geng Zhida tell you? Over in Meilijian, they’ve started pressing us about the debt."

Jiang Chen wasn’t surprised. With the current tensions between East and West, it made sense for them to seize an opportunity to kick someone while they’re down.

"Freedom Lighthouse, acting so petty."

"That’s not entirely fair—debts need to be paid back. It’s only right," Cao Jinse said, taking a sip of her juice through a straw before standing up. "Let’s go."

"Where to?"

Jiang Chen asked instinctively.

"To get the money, of course."

Without missing a beat, Cao Jinse replied, already on her feet, "Coming or not?"

Jiang Chen followed her.

This time, there was no need to bother the Taoist nun sister. Cao Jinse personally drove, taking Jiang Chen to Kyoto University.

"You’re coming here to get the money?"

"Why not?"

Why not?

Of course there was an issue.

This was a university.

Not a bank.

But with Cao Jinse’s calm demeanor, it was unclear whether it was the license plate or one of the many confusing passes on her car windows that did the trick. Regardless, the highly secured gates of Kyoto University were no obstacle to her. She drove straight through, completely familiar with the route, and stopped outside a teaching building’s entrance.

"We’re here."

Jiang Chen unbuckled his seatbelt.

The young man and woman, both at the center of attention, stepped out of the car. Cao Jinse led her "partner" to an office door, knocked symbolically, and pushed her way inside.

"Brother."

The male teacher inside the office looked up, "Right on time, as always."

"Teacher Cao."

Jiang Chen immediately followed suit with a polite greeting, although his mind was filled with wild speculation.

When he realized they were coming to Kyoto University, he had already guessed who they were here to see.

Being Cao Jinse’s elder brother.

This identity alone was extraordinary.

Not to mention that Jiang Chen had personally seen Yuan Run—that fearless, untameable powerhouse—behave obediently in front of this "Crown Prince Brother."

Was Cao Jinse planning to ask her brother for money?

The Jiuding Group was certainly a staggering force in the market, but as Cao Jinse herself had said, Jiuding wasn’t a private enterprise and couldn’t act on personal whims.

Though Cao Jinse undoubtedly qualified as a rich woman, much of her fortune had likely been "squandered" on ventures like Xinghuo Medical. While she could hardly be penniless, asking her to cough up billions in one go was undoubtedly unrealistic.

Kyoto University, a haven for giants in every field, had cultivated countless luminaries and leaders. Yet among them, those with the capacity to lend generously must be exceedingly rare.

Before, Jiang Chen had encountered an extraordinary Taoist priest on a mountain. Now, it seemed he had just found his second "immortal figure."

And to think, such a person had humbled themselves to work as a teacher at Kyoto University.

Some truths, it appeared, were indeed universal.

The more one sees, the more one realizes their own insignificance.

Compared to these people, Jiang Chen thought, his own scope and vision still had a long way to go.

"Brother, it’s not that I’m in a rush—it’s Meilijian pressing us hard. Hengsheng has shifted all its debts to the banking system. Meilijian is threatening to blacklist those banks as defaulters. If this drags on, Uncle Sui himself might have to call you."