I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 856: An eventful autumn with multiple incidents

Chapter 856: An eventful autumn with multiple incidents

He stepped into the elevator.

He Junru couldn’t help but turn her head to look at her younger sister.

"Do you know him?"

He Yihui’s expression remained calm as she gave a sparing "Mhmm" in response.

He Junru was certainly not a person who enjoyed gossip, but at that moment, she couldn’t suppress the curiosity that surged forth and probed further, "How do you know each other?"

He Yihui turned her head to meet her gaze, her lips moving slightly, appearing rosy even without lipstick.

"Coincidence."

"Coincidence?"

"I happened to go to Black Sand Beach once, and he was there too. He offered me a few cans of beer."

"So he was asking you for money just now?"

He Yihui nodded.

He Junru’s gaze shifted, eventually settling into an ironic smile.

"What a twist of fate."

He Yihui neither agreed nor disagreed. In terms of cunning and manipulation, she might still lag behind her half-sister, but when it came to maintaining her composure, she was quite adept.

"Sister, who exactly is he?"

"Jiang Chen, don’t tell me you don’t even know his name?" He Junru teased.

"He told me he was here in Haojiang for tourism."

He Junru smiled, looking at the elevator door, "I don’t know much about his specific background. I’ve only had dinner with him once, along with Miss Vela."

Then, He Junru added, "He’s also friends with Lan Peizhi."

"The Blood Guanyin of the East Sea?"

He Junru nodded.

He Yihui fell silent for a moment, then murmured to herself, "You wouldn’t believe it."

Indeed, when equals meet, great minds collide.

Neither had seen the "dragon among people" within the other.

He Junru couldn’t hold back a chuckle, glancing askance.

Although age wasn’t too private a matter, to reveal it voluntarily meant it was out of the ordinary.

Their relationship was certainly not as simple as they claimed.

"That twenty-five bucks, you owe me."

He Junru stated.

Meanwhile.

The elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened.

He Junru walked out with a smile.

Seventeenth floor.

Jiang Chen, who now had twenty-five bucks credited to his account, pinched his lips, stood at the doorway for a while, and ended up shaking his head with a mix of laughter and helplessness.

Sometimes life really was more fantastical than movies.

He never imagined that the mixed-race beauty with the surprisingly huge appetite was actually the daughter of a casino magnate.

In Haojiang, who would dare to ask the casino magnate’s daughter for a debt?

There probably wasn’t anyone.

In the corridor.

The person of interest had left.

Jiang Chen closed the door and resumed his walk to the left.

He had come out intending to meet Vela, but was sidetracked by He Yihui.

However, the casino magnate’s daughter had indeed kept her promise by telling him her age the next time they met.

"Miss He Junru came by just now?"

"Mhmm. How did you know?"

"I bumped into her."

Regarding He Yihui, Jiang Chen didn’t elaborate further, "What did she come for?"

"What do you think?" Vela countered.

"To prove her innocence?" Jiang Chen said.

"It shouldn’t be the He family’s doing."

Vela elegantly crossed her legs, her pointed high-heels shimmering in a way that scratched at one’s heart.

"I feel the same way. The He family shouldn’t be so shortsighted."

Jiang Chen nodded and then continued, "I had my friend in Goryeo check it out. Those assassins really came from Yanbian. They arrived in Haojiang five days ago, and before they left, a sum was transferred into their account—half a million US dollars."

"Half a million US dollars?"

Vela’s eyebrows twitched, suddenly showing a hint of irritation.

Indeed.

Was she only worth half a million US dollars?

Who were they underestimating?

But it depended on the context. For the poverty-stricken Yanbian, half a million US dollars was a fortune worth abandoning all scruples.

And moreover.

Even if it was an insult, the real subject of derision likely wasn’t her.

"Mhmm, half a million."

Seeing the indignation on her little face, Jiang Chen added, "The money was sent from Shenzhou."

Vela turned to him.

Jiang Chen met her gaze.

The money was sent from Shenzhou.

That meant the mastermind behind the scenes was in Shenzhou, almost certainly ruling out foreign forces.

Amidst her annoyance, Vela couldn’t help but feel perplexed. In Shenzhou, she shouldn’t have any enemies. In fact, few people there knew who she was.

Initially, she suspected that some Westerners were messing with her while she was in Haojiang, but now that hypothesis had no ground to stand on.

Who in the East would want her dead?

"Can you trace who sent the money?"

Vela asked.

Jiang Chen shook his head, "The other party was prepared. They didn’t use their own account, and now that account has already been closed."

Vela wasn’t disappointed.

If it had been that easy to find out, that would have been the real miracle.

"It’s better not to let me find out who it was."

Beneath her even tone flowed a strong undercurrent of murderous intent.

Jiang Chen looked at that cold face, his gaze flickering.

He had suspected that the Yanbian people came for him, and that the attempt on Vela was a mistake. Now he could almost confirm that the Shenzhou people were behind it, intensifying his suspicions.

Of course.

He had mentioned it once before, and Vela had denied it. Without sufficient evidence now, it seemed inappropriate to bring it up again.

"If you would not be known to do something, you should not have done it to begin with. Haojiang, after all, is still under the He family’s reign. As long as they are willing to help, sooner or later the culprits will be unearthed."

At the same time.

Song Chao Ge stood inside the room, looking down upon Casino City through the pristine, transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

Haojiang was still bustling and lively, showing no signs of disturbance.

"Young Master Song, I apologize. I messed up."

Behind him.