I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 711 - 556 badge

Chapter 711: 556 badge

Not minding the leftovers, Jiang Chen ate a bowl of rice and drank some sorghum wine, two cups, not finishing the jug—after all, he had things to do later.

"Welcome to visit us again, take care."

Jiang Chen walked out of the tavern, pulled open the car door, and got in.

This time, he didn’t obey the law as before, driving after drinking as if nothing had happened, following the navigation to the Security Forces Base in Seoul.

At the sentry post and the gate, there were heavily armed soldiers standing guard, each looking robust and fierce, exuding an air of menace.

The security was extremely tight.

Jiang Chen stopped the car.

Very soon.

Two soldiers carrying guns approached.

Jiang Chen rolled down the window.

"This is a military zone; loitering is not allowed, leave immediately."

One soldier, full of arrogance, scolded as he probably mistook Jiang Chen for a Korean.

As a foreign military force, flexing its muscles on another country’s soil like this is a humiliation that any nation would find intolerable.

Of course.

The Korean government might not think so.

"Did you hear me? Leave immediately!"

The soldier, growing impatient, tapped on the car door, a cold expression filled with warning.

Still, while it was unlikely he would open fire, it seemed that if Jiang Chen continued to dawdle, they might very well drag him out for a beating or even detain him on the spot.

In a certain sense, this base was like a state within a state, beyond the jurisdiction of the Korean government.

"Vroom vroom..."

At that moment.

The base gate opened.

A military jeep drove out, the two soldiers glanced aside, their expressions suddenly serious, immediately standing up straight, rifles at attention, saluting solemnly.

Jiang Chen opened the door and got out.

The jeep stopped not far from him, and a man dressed as a military officer got out, accompanied by Dwayne.

Ignoring the soldiers’ salutes, the officer strode towards Jiang Chen with a muscular build and a natural tough-guy aura, all smiles, reaching out his hand, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jiang, I am Karel Capek."

"Hello, Captain," Jiang Chen replied, recognizing the other’s rank from his insignia.

Jiang Chen, neither arrogant nor servile, shook his hand.

"Mr. Jiang, please get in the car; General Burton is already waiting for you."

The captain, holding a significant position in the Security Forces, gestured invitingly, his attitude was quite warm, and also courteous.

The group got back in the vehicle.

Under the soldiers’ salute, the military jeep turned around and re-entered the base.

The military base had stringent confidentiality regulations, usually off-limits to civilians, but this lieutenant led Jiang Chen around openly, even giving him a tour.

From the parade ground to the armory and then to the barracks, the military jeep took a large loop before stopping in front of a grand building.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the command center; General Burton is inside."

Jiang Chen got out of the car and followed the lead upstairs to an office door.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in."

Jiang Chen pushed open the door and went in.

Karel Capek and Dwayne did not follow him in.

Ordinary people might find it hard to imagine.

That mercenaries and regular soldiers could get along so well.

The heart of this state within a state, the office was not lavish; it was furnished very simply, the most unique feature being a piece of calligraphy on the wall combining seal and clerical scripts.

As Jiang Chen entered, the person sitting behind the desk lifted his head; his ordinary camouflage uniform did not reveal his rank, slightly graying at the temples, with a square and strong face, sharpness flashed in his eyes, fleeting, then replaced by a warm smile.

"I didn’t expect you to be so young. Have a seat."

As the highest commander of the Security Forces in Korea, he was likely the most senior military officer Jiang Chen had encountered thus far.

Money talks.

To put it more accurately.

Money powers the mill.

It was the power of wealth, combined with Blackwater’s facilitation, that brought about this meeting.

"It’s an honor to meet you, General Burton," said Jiang Chen as he sat down.

"Don’t mention it, I’ve heard of your exploits, shorting with so much money, tsk, really gutsy."

While expressing the necessary respect, Jiang Chen was not overly humble, for with his position, even with Blackwater’s recommendation, he was unlikely to meet with just any unknown soldier.

The move to short K.E was still fresh in many people’s minds, endlessly compelling, and some of the big names making waves internationally were interested in him and even more so, the "Tianci Society" behind him.

He hadn’t come today just to curry favor; there was no need to lower his stature unnecessarily.

"I appreciate General Burton’s help this time, otherwise, I might still be hiding in a small village fishing."

Burton laughed.

"Heh, it was no trouble at all, and fishing is a good sport, cultivating both body and mind, especially for young people like you."

Jiang Chen also smiled in response.

"I used not to understand why so many people liked fishing, but now I do."

"So you see, every experience is an asset."

Jiang Chen nodded in agreement.

Burton looked at him thoughtfully, "The smoke of gunpowder in Paris hasn’t settled yet, and now you come to Seoul. What big move are you planning to make this time?"

"I am here for my friend."

Despite his immense power, Burton did not adopt a haughty stance, well aware that this young man was backed by a mysterious and mighty unknown organization.

"Lan Peizhi?"

Burton pronounced in his awkward accent.

Jiang Chen nodded.

Burton said at leisure, "Arresting her was a decision by the Korean government, and I have no right to interfere with Korean internal affairs."