I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 304: Snipe

Chapter 304: Snipe

According to the records.

"Titanic" had an investment of 294 million US dollars,

placing it third among the largest global film investments.

The second place goes to "Cleopatra," which cost the equivalent of 340 million US dollars after adjusting for inflation.

Topping the list is "Pirates of the Caribbean 3," with a cameo appearance by Fa Ge and an investment of 342 million US dollars.

In other words,

regardless of how the box office performs, as long as the collaboration is established, this film, which might still just be a macro concept, is destined to knock "Titanic" out of its spot and change the history of cinema in terms of investment!

"Pei Yunxi is the most perfect leading lady in my eyes. She fits the role seamlessly. She will bring a huge surprise to audiences worldwide!"

Thomas Felton, who had previously insisted that film is a noble art, instantly changed his tune.

It wasn’t that he lacked principles.

It’s just that the offer was too generous.

After all, art needs to be created to be called art.

"Thank you, Mr. Shi, for your generosity. This will definitely become the greatest investment in his business career," said Thomas Felton with a beaming smile, his excitement clearly showing. He enthusiastically invited the two to stay for dinner, and after a polite refusal, gave Jiang Chen a big hug.

Westerners indeed express their emotions more openly than the reserved East.

When she stepped out of Shi Anfa’s mansion, Shi Qianxi’s mind was still buzzing.

She really didn’t have much of a concept of money, but that didn’t mean she had no concept at all.

Three hundred million US dollars, how much is that in RMB?

Two billion!

"Have you lost your mind? My dad will never spend that much money!" she blurted out after getting into the car.

Her father might indeed harbor improper thoughts about that vixen, but he would never act recklessly for a woman.

Otherwise, during that charity gala, he wouldn’t have decisively backed off when that necklace reached the three hundred million mark.

"You’ve taken this joke too far!" said Shi Qianxi, unable to fathom what he was thinking.

They had come here tonight to stir up trouble, right?

How did it suddenly turn out like this?

Talking big is easy.

But what about afterwards, how to wrap things up?

"Who said your father needs to pay?" asked Jiang Chen nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?"

"These three hundred million US dollars, I’ll pay," Jiang Chen stated simply.

"You’ll pay?!"

Such expressions are rare on Miss Shi’s face.

She knew this guy was wealthy.

But she never imagined he could be this wealthy!

"You can come up with three hundred million US dollars in cash? You’re not joking, are you?" she asked skeptically.

"Do I look like I’m joking?" Jiang Chen turned his head. "Don’t you think this is the best solution to deter your father’s thoughts and also provide an explanation to Miss Pei?"

Shi Qianxi then realized what he meant earlier by "intercepting."

It’s true what he said.

But.

That’s three hundred million US dollars.

Isn’t the price of throwing out real money like that too steep?

"Just how rich are you?"

Shi Qianxi asked absentmindedly.

Jiang Chen didn’t reply.

Shi Qianxi understood that she had asked an inappropriate question.

From her family’s upbringing, she knew that even couples do not disclose their exact financial assets to each other.

"I don’t want to work anymore," Shi Qianxi suddenly said.

Jiang Chen was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"How about you support me?" Shi Qianxi looked at him. "I’m easy to maintain."

At first, she just felt that Jiang Chen should be her equal, if not slightly less.

But now it seemed she had underestimated him.

To invest three hundred million US dollars into a movie.

Even her father wouldn’t dare to play like that.

"I can’t afford it," Jiang Chen refused without hesitation.

It’s not that he was stingy, but it was simply the honest truth.

This woman was not his target for conquest. Given her level of profligacy, a little stirring and he would go bankrupt.

Upon this reflection, Jiang Chen suddenly thought how wonderful it would be if this lady really was his target for conquest. Then, all his troubles would be gone, and he would just have to encourage her to spend extravagantly.

"Why do you change faces so fast?" Shi Qianxi couldn’t know Jiang Chen’s quandary and accused him, "Who was calling someone Qian Qian in there just now?"

"..."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

"It was because of your nonsense inside. Saying I’m your what, fiancé? What else could I do but play along?"

"Would Thomas Felton have given you a second look had I not said that?"

Jiang Chen didn’t argue with her. "You’ve got his private number now, so it’s your job to maintain contact with him, and try to cut off the connection between him and your father. You should know how, especially since he thinks the investment was your father’s decision."

Having spent so much time at Jin Hai, Shi Qianxi naturally knew what to do, but there was one thing she still didn’t quite understand.

"Making movies is like gambling; aren’t you afraid that this three hundred million US dollars might be lost for good?"

"Thomas Felton’s talent is well recognized, his films rarely lose money, and I believe this time will be no exception," he replied.

Though he said that, in reality, Jiang Chen knew nothing about the film industry.

But did he care about the success or failure of the film?

Forget three hundred million US dollars, if it wouldn’t be too scandalous, he’d want to spend even more and break the world record.

After all, for him, as long as the money was spent, it was a sure profit.

In this respect, it began to reveal the benefits brought by the soaring social status of the second target of his conquest.

If he were to spend three hundred million US dollars on Li Shuru, he would find it rather impossible.

Indeed, everything has its pros and cons.

"You’re the most talented investor I’ve ever seen; you don’t need any risk assessment and can rely solely on your instincts," she said.

Shi Qianxi muttered something cryptic.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Jiang Chen’s expression didn’t change, and he unabashedly took the remark as flattery.

Shi Qianxi smiled, grasped the steering wheel, and stared at that young face before suddenly leaning closer.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Chen’s eyes showed wariness.

"Don’t you think we are really a good match?"

Shi Qianxi was unusually serious.

The deeper their interactions, the more she felt a kindred spirit in him.

It was like seeing another self.

Equally unconventional.

Equally...

Mad.

Despite being so "unbelievably inhumane," he actually played the part of a kidnapper himself.

"I don’t think so."

Jiang Chen replied with a solemn face, quite decisively,

This woman was a sufferer of multiple personality disorder.

And him?

He was a normal person who excelled in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education.

They were simply not the same species.

However, Shi Qianxi didn’t seem to share his opinion, treating his words like air. Her beautiful almond eyes became watery again, and that dangerous glint jumped once more,

"Jiang Chen, do you like cosplay?"

This wasn’t good.

The woman seemed to be having another episode.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"How about we play again? I have experience now, I will cooperate well."

"..."

Jiang Chen gave no response, just silently took out his phone and connected it to the car’s Bluetooth.

"Ready to set off, the whole journey is 7 kilometers and will take approximately 33 minutes."

The mapping software’s announcement voice was transmitted through the Sound of Berlin speakers.

"Where to?"

Shi Qianxi seemed lost.

"Mental Health Center."

Jiang Chen buckled his seatbelt, "Let’s go, or they’ll be closing soon."

————

A pub on Red Star Street.

It was the same wicked booth where Chen Zhou had once committed violence and felt terror, yet he was once again drinking himself into oblivion.

But unlike last time, tonight, he was alone.

As time passed, the lively pub grew quiet.

The night deepened.

"Squeak."

The wooden door was pushed open, and Meiko, dressed like a geisha in a kimono, stepped in with her wooden sandals, taking small, shuffled steps.

"Mr. Chen, it’s time for you to go home."

The Dongying woman was truly submissive, showing no resentment towards someone who had violated her, but instead tried to persuade him with kind words as if nothing had happened.

"Why? Why do this to me?!"

Chen Zhou suddenly grabbed her wrist, roaring in a low voice, his face flushed red with the strong smell of alcohol.

"Mr. Chen, you’re hurting me..."

Possibly because the previous lesson wasn’t severe enough, Meiko’s eyes showed pain as she struggled slightly.

"Slut! All of you are sluts!"

Chen Zhou furiously shook off her hand.

Meiko fell to the ground, laying face down.

Chen Zhou picked up a glass and started guzzling his drink again.

He was filled with rage!

The thought of Shi Qianxi being pressed beneath that pretty boy in Sheremetyevo, enjoying his affections, felt like ants gnawing at his flesh, driving him to the brink of madness!

What made him, Chen Zhou, inferior to anyone?

Why were they treating him like a disposable rag, not even worth considering?!

"Mr. Chen, you can’t drink anymore."

Meiko truly brought the Dongying woman’s gentleness to the utmost, not minding the other’s brutality, and even got up from the ground again.

"Get lost!"

Chen Zhou backhanded her with a slap.

"Slap!"

Meiko fell once more, her ornate hairpin knocked off, and her thick hair scattered loosely.

"I’m, I’m sorry."

Chen Zhou seemed to sober up briefly, his hand that swung out trembling slightly, apologizing hastily.

Meiko covered her face.

"Are you okay?"

Chen Zhou walked over, squatted down, and carefully moved her hand away.

A bright red slap mark was on her fair, paper-like cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

Meiko lowered her face and shook her head.

Chen Zhou reached out, caressing her cheek gently. Meiko wanted to dodge, but it seemed she didn’t dare to.

As he touched the delicate face, Chen Zhou’s blurry eyes began to shift.

"You deserve it; a slut needs to be slapped!"

He was like a madman, caring and tender one moment, but the next, violently grabbing Meiko’s hair and throwing her harshly to the ground.

"Take your clothes off!"

Meiko lay on the ground, trembling all over.

"I said take your clothes off! Did you hear me!"

Shouting, Chen Zhou’s eyes turned ferocious as he slowly drew out his belt.

"Slut! You think you can look down on me, huh? I’ll show you... slap!"

In the booth.

The lantern swayed.

The lights flickered.

One lash after another resounded continuously.