I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 965 - 696 configuration_2

Chapter 965: 696 configuration_2

"I guess she wouldn’t want that, no girl likes to be seen looking so ugly."

"You girls always think men are so shallow."

Wei Chuyin was taken aback, then she couldn’t help but say, "Isn’t that true? Can you honestly say you don’t like beautiful women? If you don’t like beautiful women, why did you pursue Ai Qian? And why did you go after Li Shuru?"

Jiang Chen didn’t respond, perhaps because he had no words to counter.

Wei Chuyin did not continue the topic.

"I should head back, her chemotherapy must be done by now."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Wei Chuyin left.

Jiang Chen went downstairs but didn’t leave the hospital; he took a seat on a bench by the flowerbed.

In his line of sight—

People coming and going.

The hospital seemed perpetually "bustling."

"Thud."

A football bounced to his feet.

Jiang Chen came back to his senses and saw a five- or six-year-old boy wobbling over.

Jiang Chen bent down, picked up the ball, and handed it over with a warm smile.

The little boy timidly accepted it; he should be of kindergarten age, yet he was wearing a small patient’s uniform.

"Sorry about that, young man."

A grandmother hurried over.

"It’s fine."

The old woman took her grandson’s hand, "Playtime is over, it’s time for your injection."

The little boy was quite sensible. Without fuss or noise, he hugged the ball in one hand and allowed his grandmother to lead him away with the other.

Jiang Chen’s expression was calm as he watched the pair slowly walk away.

Birth, aging, sickness, death—it’s the natural order of things, but how wonderful it would be if there were no sickness or difficulties in the world.

Then, Jiang Chen chuckled to himself, knowing that his thoughts were unrealistic.

Meanwhile.

At the headquarters of Jinhai Industry.

In the CEO’s office, Shi Qianxi sat upright in front of the computer, her demeanor serious, listening to Lan Peizhi’s presentation on the operational situation at Great Wall.

This was supposed to be the first shareholders’ meeting since the establishment of Great Wall.

But this conference call, which should have had four participants, now seemed to be missing someone.

With Jiuding Group as her support, Shi Qianxi was not at all worried about the development of Great Wall, yet even with such a strong background, it had encountered problems.

"Now several financial institutions of significant size are suing us for having excessively low interest rates, maliciously disrupting market order, and affecting financial balance. Some banks have joined the chorus against us..."

Shi Qianxi was both surprised and not surprised.

The founding purpose of Great Wall was not for profit-making, but having noble character does not mean others possess the same cultivation.

In business, not aiming for profit sometimes isn’t a virtue; on the contrary, it can even become a sin.

At least, that’s how it seems in the eyes of their peers.

Cao Jinse bringing up this issue publicly indicated the pressure they were under must be substantial. Jiuding Group might be powerful, but they were not so arrogant as to disregard others; they still had to "consider the bigger picture."

"I suggest raising our current interest rate by one percentage point as a response to those criticisms against us. Compared to the market’s composite interest rates, even with a one-point increase, we still have the upper hand."

"I have no objections."

Shi Qianxi responded without hesitation.

Her own investment was merely five billion, which didn’t give her much say, and she was well aware that even if she had different opinions, she was not allowed to express them.

As the official person in charge of Great Wall, Lan Peizhi also maintained a stance of agreement.

"Since no one has any objections, the resolution is officially passed."

"What about Jiang Chen?"

Shi Qianxi, ever righteous, couldn’t help but ask, even though she knew she would be better off keeping quiet and going with the flow.

Unlike her, Jiang Chen’s opinion was crucial, as he was a major shareholder on par with Jiuding Group.

"He’s currently at the hospital. I’ve already communicated with him, and I can fully represent his opinion."

Cao Jinse said.

The hospital?

Shi Qianxi couldn’t help but frown involuntarily—what friend could be so important that he wouldn’t attend such a meeting?

"His ex-girlfriend is seriously ill. We don’t need to wait for him," Lan Peizhi added.

Shi Qianxi was taken aback.

Then, she tentatively asked, "Miss Lan, are you saying his ex-girlfriend is sick?"

On the computer screen, Lan Peizhi’s ethereal face was untroubled. "You’re in East Sea, don’t you know?"

Shi Qianxi subconsciously shook her head, "I only know that his friend is sick, but as for which friend, he has never mentioned that to me."

"It’s his personal affair, so that’s why he didn’t tell you, right?"

Cao Jinse’s simple remark brought the off-topic discussion back on track, focusing again on the future development of Great Wall. However, Shi Qianxi was too distracted to immerse herself in listening.

Tsk tsk.

Such loyalty and righteousness.

Absent-mindedly finished the video conference, after turning off the camera, she immediately wanted to call Jiang Chen, but as she picked up the phone, her finger hovered over the dial button, and she forcibly held back.

Instead.

Shi Qianxi dialed another number.

"Do you know about Jiang Chen’s ex-girlfriend’s situation?"

Caught off guard by the voice on the other end of the line, Li Shuru fell silent for a moment as if realizing who the caller was.

"Miss Shi?"

"Do you know about it?"

Shi Qianxi continued to inquire.

Li Shuru didn’t mind the other’s tone; she had already got a taste of her personality the first time they met at her birthday party.

"I know."

"You really are generous, actually letting him take care of another woman, and his ex-girlfriend at that. What were you thinking?"

Li Shuru didn’t ask how Shi Qianxi knew about it, because she wouldn’t have answered, and she didn’t get angry over the baseless interrogation. Instead, she replied calmly, "If it were you, Miss Shi, would you stand by and watch someone die without helping?"

"Stand by and watch someone die? I used to think you were quite smart, but now it seems I’ve overestimated you. When men start having improper thoughts, they always exaggerate the seriousness of the situation."

"Miss Shi, Ai Qian has leukemia," Li Shuru couldn’t help but emphasize.

Leukemia?

Shi Qianxi was caught off-guard upon hearing this.

She honestly didn’t know what the illness was.

Of course, Li Shuru wasn’t aware that she didn’t know, and thought Shi Qianxi knew the whole situation when she called.

"Leukemia is an illness that is very difficult to cure through chemotherapy, and even if cured, there’s a 50% chance of relapse. The best option is a bone marrow transplant. However, Ai Qian’s blood type is Rh-negative, which is extremely rare, not many people in the country have it, finding a suitable bone marrow donor isn’t easy."

Li Shuru’s apparent explanation had an almost accusatory subtext – implying Shi Qianxi lacked humanity.

Shi Qianxi might not have caught the implication, or she simply didn’t respond, holding the phone and somewhat lost in thought.

Leukemia?

Rh-negative blood?

She seemed to understand why, when she had just returned to East Sea a few days ago, he had such a strange expression upon hearing her blood type.

"How did he end up encountering such a situation?"

Shi Qianxi muttered to herself.

Despite being a top socialite of East Sea, known for her imperiousness, she was, after all, not devoid of humanity, at least she didn’t continue with malicious words.

Li Shuru was about to speak, but the call was abruptly ended from the other side.

"Beep."

Shi Qianxi put down the phone and didn’t rush to call Jiang Chen again, sitting in her office chair, pensive.

Hospital.

Jiang Chen sat on a bench for over an hour in the sun.

The winter sun felt soft and soothing upon the skin, making one sleepy.

He sat on the bench, eyes closed for a light rest, not watching the ongoing suffering of the world anymore, until the ringing of his phone woke him up.

He fished out his mobile phone; it was a call from the attending physician.

The phone kept ringing.

After more than ten seconds, Jiang Chen finally answered it and held it to his ear.

"General Jiang, the results are in."

"How is it?"

"General Jiang, I am sorry, but the matching was unsuccessful."

Jiang Chen fell silent for a while.

"I understand."

"General Jiang, don’t worry about this unsuccessful attempt. Miss Ai’s current chemotherapy situation is relatively good, and we can continue to search for a suitable donor."

"Thank you for your efforts."

"Then, I won’t disturb you further, General Jiang."

Jiang Chen put down the phone.

Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves and branches.

He squinted his eyes involuntarily, then lifted his hand to shield them, discovering for the first time that even the winter sunlight could be this glaring.