I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 859 - 630 impartial treatment_2

Chapter 859: 630 impartial treatment_2

He Yihui nodded.

"How do you know?"

He Junru couldn’t help but ask, knowing that the other person was young, but she hadn’t expected them to be this young.

If they had started school later, at this age, they would probably still be in college, right?

"He told me."

"You believe him just because he told you?"

He Junru laughed. "Have you seen his ID?"

Men do love to spout nonsense, especially in front of beautiful women.

But Jiang Chen, unfortunately, has always been a person who walks through society with honesty and openness.

Under He Junru’s astonished gaze, He Yihui was silent for a moment and then nodded gently, "I have."

"..."

He Junru was at a loss for words.

"You said...you just met him, right?"

There indeed are those who love to show off, but it’s usually their car keys, designer watches, wallets full of cash, or the balance on their cards.

Showing off an ID

—this was the first time she had heard of it.

"Yes, we just met."

"Then why did he even show you his ID?"

He Junru instinctively asked.

He Yihui’s lips moved, probably not because she didn’t want to respond, but because she didn’t know how to respond.

After a few seconds, she said, "Maybe because, he has some mental issues."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere quieted down.

Even He Junru was taken aback for a moment before she burst into laughter.

"Yes, I think so too."

She nodded her head.

Asking for even twenty-five cents, what normal person does that?

"Start the car."

He Junru instructed the driver.

The sedan started.

"Yu Guangrong told me that Geng Long went to him to get a gun."

He Junru spoke outright, not caring if He Yihui wanted to listen or not.

"Who is Geng Long?"

"A big brother from the inland south of The Jianghu, he used to rise through the ranks with Lan Peizhi, but now for some reason, he has switched sides and joined Song Chaoge."

He Junru explained the complex relationships in a few words.

Song Chaoge.

The image of that bespectacled face surfaced in He Yihui’s mind.

She had met him, referred to by Guo Anle as Brother Song, approachable and jovial, yet for some reason, she always felt a bit uncomfortable about him.

It was a completely different feeling from Jiang Chen.

"Why does he want a gun? To kill someone?"

He Yihui said calmly, without meaning to offend, yet He Junru’s gaze grew sharper.

He Junru fell silent for a moment, "No, it’s probably because of the influence of the Eastern culture incident. He wants to get some weapons for protection."

Though he was a big brother who could call the shots in The Jianghu, he was, after all, in someone else’s territory now.

Preparing some weapons to increase safety was understandable.

If Vera’s bodyguards had been unarmed last night, the outcome would have been uncertain.

"The real culprit probably won’t take any further action; they’re too busy dealing with the aftermath," He Yihui said.

"One must always be wary, what if someone wants to take advantage of the situation?"

He Junru paused, then turned her head. "So, Yi Hui, I need to ask for your help."

He Yihui remained expressionless. "Sister, you just say the word."

"Miss Vera was assassinated, and now many people are gossiping about our He Family, so we can’t allow similar incidents to continue happening. Please deliver some self-defense weapons to Jiang Chen. It’s also a way to show that our He family treats everyone equally."

He Junru no longer used "Mr. Jiang" to address him, perhaps knowing Jiang Chen’s real age made her feel slightly uneasy referring to him as "Mr. Jiang."

"Sister, why don’t you go yourself?"

He Yihui asked.

"You’re free anyway, and besides, you know him, don’t you?"

He Junru smiled mysteriously.

"Sister, is it necessary?"

He Junru didn’t directly answer that question. "If you don’t want to, then forget it."

He Yihui was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright."

He Junru wasn’t surprised; she withdrew her gaze from the face that most resembled their father’s and leaned back on the soft, comfortable leather seat.

————

"Mr. Jiang, you must have been startled."

At their own hotel, Nie Chuanxiong shook hands with Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen, with his keen observation skills, immediately noticed the other person’s unusual sixth finger, but he kept his composure and said with a warm smile, "It’s not a matter of being shocked; by the time I went out, the conflict had already ended."

"These Yanbian people are truly a bunch of pests, causing unrest everywhere they go. Rest assured, Mr. Jiang, I’ve already sent out orders. As soon as there’s any news, we’ll inform you immediately."

"Thank you."

"Ha-ha, it’s just a simple gesture."

Nie Chuanxiong made a gesture, "Please, Mr. Jiang, have a seat."

Different from Yu Guangrong, Nie Chuanxiong, also a prominent figure in Haojiang, exuded a much stronger vibe of the Jianghu. Perhaps due to his appearance, the short and lean Nie Chuanxiong resembled a lean leopard, every move radiating a bloody fierceness, while Yu Guangrong was somewhat more cultured, always dressed in a suit, like a smiling tiger.

"You should also be cautious lately."

Jiang Chen reminded Lan Peizhi.

Lan Peizhi’s ferocity was something he had deeply experienced in Goryeo.

Facing the encirclement of hundreds of people, she emerged completely unscathed in the end.

Jiang Chen thought that this must be the ceiling of martial prowess in this era.

But ferocious as she was, those Goryeo gangs were merely knife-players.

As the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are, a gun can take you down.

Even if you are an excellent fighter, you are still flesh and blood; how many bullets can you withstand?

There are no invulnerable immortals or wave-treading sages in this world.

Meaning well, Jiang Chen suggested, "Why don’t you stay at my place? It’s safe there."

Three words, shameless.

Four words, utterly shameless!

It was one thing for Vera to protect him; now he even wanted to add Lan Peizhi to the mix.

Nie Chuanxiong’s face twitched, but he knew all too well that Lan Peizhi and this young man shared an extraordinary relationship and said with a smile, "Rest assured, Mr. Jiang, Miss Lan is absolutely safe here. Forget about four, even if forty of those Yanbian people come, I guarantee they won’t leave the same way they came."

Jiang Chen looked on.

That boast was a bit too much.

But that’s how gang bosses generally are, full of bravado!

"Do you want to move over?"

Lan Peizhi, who had previously refused Jiang Chen, suddenly changed her attitude.

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, somewhat tempted, but under Nie Chuanxiong’s watchful eye, he eventually shook his head.

In front of Lan Peizhi, he didn’t need to care too much about face, but he could not let others look down on him.

"No need; I’m quite comfortable there, and the police have arranged for patrols outside the hotel around the clock."

"Our chief of police is indeed an expert in such remedial measures."

Nie Chuanxiong laughed, his tone slightly unusual, seemingly not on good terms with the chief.

That figures.

Black and white are naturally destined to be incompatible.

The dinner began.

"Any news from Song Chaoge’s side?"

Jiang Chen asked quietly.

"No, he should still be entertaining himself in the casino with Guo Anle," Lan Peizhi replied.

"And Geng Long?"

Jiang Chen continued.

"He’s there too."

Jiang Chen’s gaze flickered.

Is it really so calm?

Could he have misunderstood?

"Mr. Jiang, if we achieve our goal this time and secure the casino license, I hope for your continued support," Nie Chuanxiong raised his glass.

"That is something I should be saying, given Mr. Nie’s influence in Haojiang. I foresee needing to rely heavily on Mr. Nie’s support in the future."

"Ha-ha, well said, well said! I’ll drink to that, and you can do as you please, Mr. Jiang."

Nie Chuanxiong, like the heroes from Liangshan in the Water Margin, downed two small cups of white liquor in one go, as if drinking water.

Of course, Jiang Chen wouldn’t truly do as he pleased; respecting others tenfold in return, he bravely downed a drink and then helped himself to a bowl of bass soup.

His cell phone rang.

"Sorry, I need to take this call."

Using the opportunity to take a breather, Jiang Chen walked aside and answered the unknown call.

"Hello."

"Where are you?"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Chen was slightly startled and tentatively asked, "Miss He?"

"Yes. I have something for you."

Jiang Chen, taken aback, couldn’t help asking, "How did you get my number?"

"The hotel front desk."

He Yihui replied crisply.

Jiang Chen was speechless; he couldn’t blame the hotel for lacking professionalism, for who in Haojiang would dare to refuse the gambler tycoon’s daughter?

"I’m busy at the moment."

"Let me know when you’re free."

Jiang Chen wanted to say more, but the call had already been disconnected.