I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1427 - 966 Invaluable Intelligence (Second Update)

Chapter 1427: 966 Invaluable Intelligence (Second Update)

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The wall clock was meticulously ticking along.

It was already over twenty minutes past eight in the evening, exceeding the deadline set by the "ultimatum."

That scammer seemed to have targeted him.

Moreover, Jiang Chen hadn’t heeded CEO Cao’s advice; he hadn’t downloaded the anti-fraud app, resulting in repeated harassment, until the scammer lost patience and directly sent a text message.

The message was simple.

An account.

A deadline.

One billion US dollars within 24 hours, or face the consequences.

The message was received last night at eight o’clock.

Obviously.

Boss Jiang was a man who couldn’t be swayed by force, not because he couldn’t afford the money, but because he didn’t want to be a fool featured in anti-fraud campaigns.

The anti-fraud campaigns were so high-profile.

Various communities often displayed banners of some owner "making the honor roll."

"Come take a look."

Boss Jiang suddenly spoke while standing mysteriously by the window.

A fragrant breeze hit his nose.

Tanki Liuli, who had been watching TV, came over.

Influenced by their company.

The habit of watching TV was probably acquired during her time spent with Jin Zhuxuan those few days.

And Jiang Chen found that she had a particular fondness for thrillers and horror films.

However, what was different was that scenes that would make ordinary people’s skin crawl and breath quicken, she watched with a calm face, without batting an eye.

Well.

After all, she was an expert of the Daoist Sect.

How could she be afraid of goblins and spirits?

Forget those insignificant movie ghosts; even if the infamous ghosts came, they’d likely have to line up and march properly.

As for why she was here in the first place.

The answer was simple.

This was actually her room.

"Have you noticed anything different?"

The two stood side by side, staring out the window.

The usual bustling traffic.

The sky looked like it was covered in a layer of misty gauze.

Tanki Liuli was silent for a moment, then honestly and straightforwardly said.

"No."

Jiang Chen wasn’t discouraged; instead, he smiled wryly.

"That’s good; ordinary can be beautiful. What’s that saying? Right, ’only realized it was ordinary at the time.’

With Sui Huimin’s stance, no matter who the scammer was, it didn’t matter anymore.

Such internal information could be suppressed, and the public would not know anything.

As for the outside world.

Shenzhou was no longer the Shenzhou of old, no longer apprehensive about outsiders throwing mud.

As for himself personally.

Having "bided my time" for so long, if someone truly wanted to make him famous, Jiang Chen figured it wouldn’t really hurt.

The grand lie he fabricated would eventually have to slowly surface.

Of course.

The current timing was still a bit earlier than planned.

But it didn’t matter.

Life isn’t a movie; it has no script. It’s impossible for every step to be followed without any waves.

"Hungry..."

Jiang Chen was about to ask the Taoist nun sister if she wanted a late-night snack when his phone rang in his pocket.

Took out the phone, the screen displaying a string of seemingly random Arabic numbers.

Has the consequence of bearing the consequences really arrived?

Jiang Chen instinctively glanced at the wall clock, intending to hang up directly, but ultimately pressed the answer button.

"How can I help you."

He stated calmly, and if it was really the scammer, that would probably infuriate them to death.

"Where’s the money."

The other party cut straight to the chase.

But this time it was different; it no longer had that mechanical AI tone and didn’t seem processed by a voice changer.

Listening to the voice.

Surprisingly, it was a woman?

"You got the wrong person. You guys work so hard, I’ll give you a number, go try it."

It was truly quaint.

He was even empathizing with the scammer.

Boss Jiang always treated people sincerely, and even if the other party was a scammer, he wouldn’t deceive them.

Since he said that, he must have already thought of someone suitable.

To be honest.

He indeed knew quite a few wealthy people.

Glance at his contact list, any number he picked at random would cause the earth to shake with a stomp.

For example—

Song Chaoge?

"SB."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s face was expressionless, his good intentions unrewarded.

Learning quite quickly, huh.

Since the person didn’t accept, of course, it was fine, Boss Jiang casually said goodbye and was about to hang up.

"Wait!"

Perhaps having gauged the target’s personality through several interactions, the other end no longer pressed aggressively, their tone began to soften.

"Anything else?"

"I have another piece of information. The price is still the same, one billion US dollars."

One tactic failed, so a change of course?

Maybe moved by the other party’s dedication, Old Jiang didn’t hang up the phone immediately, "Let’s hear it."

"Pay first."

"How do I know if your information is worth it?"

Boss Jiang reasonably asked the question.

"Then pay a deposit first."

"How much."

"One hundred million US dollars."

"No."

The other side seemed about to curse again.

"One thousand RMB."

Boss Jiang named the amount.

"Impossible!"

"Then never mind."

Boss Jiang decisively, about to hang up again.

"This information, you’re definitely interested. Don’t you want to know who’s against you from the other side, in Myanmar?"

Jiang Chen paused and moved the phone back to his ear again.

"Ten thousand RMB."

Really generous.

"Deal!"

The other side seemed afraid this deal would fall through, quickly emphasized: "Ten thousand is just a deposit."

Whether she was saying this for Jiang Chen or comforting herself remained unclear.

Jiang Chen noncommittal, "Tell me your information."

"Send the deposit first."

"..."

Truly a dedicated model worker.

Well.

A mosquito’s leg is still meat.

"Account."

"Sent it to you."

Jiang Chen, of course, knew there was an account number in the text message, he simply asked redundantly.

Then he promptly transferred ten thousand oceans over.

"Bye-bye."

"..."

Sneaky indeed.

Jiang Chen laughed, showing not a hint of irritation from being tricked.

"Miss Vera, is your time really worth just ten thousand RMB?"

The other end was quiet.

Jiang Chen deliberately engaged in a lengthy conversation to confirm his judgment as best as he could.

Apparently, he wasn’t wrong.

The other person was that girl from the human lighthouse, with an extraordinary background.

"I feel like it, I like it."

"Alright."

Jiang Chen remained unperturbed, exceedingly gentlemanly, not holding any grudge, as if the ten thousand oceans were thrown into the sea, "Well, good night, or rather, it’s probably daytime where you are."

"I, Vera, have always been someone who keeps promises."

Having been recognized, the other side simply acknowledged her identity, stating with great principle: "Your old opponent, the Fujiwara Consortium from Dongying, is who you’re up against."

Jiang Chen did not ask for proof of the information’s authenticity, calmly said: "Understood."

"Payment."

Vera straightforwardly replied.

The two hadn’t known each other just for a day or two.

"I’m a bit busy now, talk later."

Jiang Chen, unable to spare more time for pleasantries, put down the phone; it wasn’t a brush-off, he turned around.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

It really was someone knocking on the door.