Cynthia remained unruffled, "The source of her funds."

Vera knew exactly how much wealth she had.

"We haven't found it yet."

Haven't found it.

Or can't find it?

"Good insight."

Aifemel's intelligence was undeniable, but Cynthia's words left her puzzled. She couldn't help but ask, "Miss, who are you referring to?"

Cynthia didn't answer, as if talking to herself: "To make someone like Fujiwara Reiki betray her country, does that Easterner really have such charm?"

Does he have such charm... hasn't she met the person in question?

And more than once.

It's obvious.

She surely hadn't discovered how bright someone was.

"The funds for Miss Vera are provided by that Easterner, Jiang Chen?"

Aifemel sensed the hint and then frowned, "What is he trying to do?"

Taking on Japan is only natural, after all, Shen Zhou and Japan have a deep-seated enmity.

But dragging Miss Vera into this raises suspicion.

"This unprecedented unity of Shen Zhou, although due to the Cao Family Clan, is also linked to this Jiang Chen. So far, we can't find anything about him, Miss, should we..."

A game, with more than one way to play.

When things get challenging, often a simple and crude method is considered.

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person causing the problem.

The azure eyes moved, as if embedding an entire sky within, making one feel insignificant.

"He stays in the Peninsula Hotel all the time, very concerned about his personal safety. And he has a good relationship with the US military stationed in Japan, how can we be sure no information is leaked."

Aifemel had no reply.

This was indeed a humiliation for all of America, and an unsolvable issue.

The corruption of US forces overseas was world-famous.

"Those parasites who only have eyes for money!"

In contrast, Cynthia was much calmer, "Shen Zhou should be about to withdraw, preparing to help clean up for Japan."

Aifemel nodded, but as her gaze inadvertently swept over the laptop on the table, her pupils shrank, and her expression suddenly changed.

"How is that possible!"

She was incredulous.

"The Japanese exchange rate fell below 150!"

Still falling?

Hadn't it stabilized?

Aifemel's fingers flew as she quickly typed on the keyboard, the astonishment on her face growing stronger.

Then.

She shifted her gaze from the computer screen.

"Miss, more money has come in."

"How much."

"Three hundred billion... US dollars."

Cynthia's eyes lightly fluctuated, like the changing colors of the sky.

Someone's allure, or rather radiance, perhaps is now felt.

Inside the Peninsula Hotel.

Jiang Chen stretched his body, finally got up leisurely, planning to go upstairs.

When passing through the lobby, he suddenly paused, his gaze landing on a sneaky figure.

That person paced back and forth, occasionally looking towards the front desk, and seemed to notice someone watching him, turning his head and meeting Jiang Chen's gaze.

He was caught off guard, stopped his hesitant pacing, and showed a look of embarrassment.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Here to see Tong Dan?"

Jiang Chen approached.

Pan Yang, who didn't know how long he'd been wandering there, nodded awkwardly, neither affirming nor denying.

"Why not go up?"

Isn't this a rhetorical question?

With Jiang Chen's emotional intelligence and cleverness, it shouldn't be ambiguous.

The person probably didn't know Tong Dan's room number.

"I..."

Pan Yang was embarrassed to explain.

"Call her."

Jiang Chen smiled, offering a way out.

"I called... no answer."

"Probably didn't hear it, what's your business with her?"

"No, nothing, just passing by."

It's hard to say.

Jiang Chen wasn't one to pry into others' privacy; the person clearly didn't want to say, so why push it.

"Do you want me to take you up there?"

"No need."

Pan Yang quickly shook his head, "I'll contact her myself."

Jiang Chen didn't insist, and nodded.

"Mr. Jiang, I'll take my leave now."

Jiang Chen responded with a "hmm."

Tong Dan's blind date is indeed a bit reserved, or perhaps just a little thin-skinned.

If he turns around and leaves now, it's likely that Tong Dan will return to her country, and meeting again might be difficult. This chance encounter might just end here.

However, Jiang Chen didn't remind or interfere.

In matters of the heart, as an outsider, it's best to meddle less.

Everyone has their own cause and effect.

In the end, it was the lack of that final bit of courage. Pan Yang turned around, intending to leave.

But at that moment.

A couple emerged from the elevator, walking towards them, likely leaving the hotel. Although they weren't overly intimate, there was an instinctive sense of closeness, especially given their unique appearances.

The man was short and already balding, obviously much older than the woman beside him.

And the woman...with her neat and capable short hair, didn't look like a coddled canary, possessing an independent aura...wait a moment.

Pan Yang, who inadvertently glanced over, was startled, instinctively halting his steps.

Because as they approached, the distinctively styled couple couldn't help but notice him as well.

The short-haired woman's steps involuntarily paused, her well-maintained face showing a slightly stiff expression.

"Wow, what a coincidence."

The short and old man beside her showed surprise, but it soon transformed into an amused look.

"Aren't you going to say hello?"

When he looked at the woman beside him, he even had to slightly look up.

In her eyes was a flash of embarrassment and a moment of hesitation to flee, but under the gaze of the old man beside her, she quickly became resolute, her demeanor swiftly returning to normal as she resumed her steps forward.

Jiang Chen, of course, noticed them too. Surprised, he looked at this unique pairing, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifting, feeling a bit wistful.

In this world, there are people who, in pursuit of their dreams, are truly willing to pay any price.

In a certain sense, this kind of resolute determination and courage to risk everything is admirable.

Then.

Jiang Chen's gaze unconsciously returned to Pan Yang.

As expected.

This man, nearing thirty with years of struggle in society, still retained a hint of youthful naivety, and was now lost in shock, as if a part of his soul had scattered.

To know.

Today is Tuesday.

A workday.

Jiang Chen could understand Pan Yang's feelings, empathetically choosing not to disturb, and of course, not leaving either.

Respect the situation.

The man and woman who came out of the hotel elevator were gradually approaching, stopping three steps away from Pan Yang.

That old guy was obviously much shorter than Pan Yang, and didn't deliberately hold her waist, yet managed to create an intimidating presence beside the short-haired woman.

"You..."

Pan Yang stared blankly at the woman.

She remained natural, unfazed, "Why are you still in Tokyo?"

Pan Yang's mind went blank, once again looking at the old man beside her.

"Are you Pan Yang? I've often heard Maaya mention you, saying you're quite capable at work. Thank you for your long-term contributions to the company."

Pan Yang remembered.

The other seemed to be a high-ranking executive from Dongyue Chemical.

He's not stupid.

In this situation, how could he not understand what's going on.

A workday.

Coming to the hotel for business.

Impressive dedication.

"Is this how you climb the ladder?"

Pan Yang didn't pay attention to the former headquarters leader, looking at the former respected boss with an unbearably pained gaze.

Even knowing she had become a Japanese, he never doubted her ability and talent.

But at this moment, his long-held worldview was crumbling.

Xu Jing, or should I say Uehara Maaya, didn't answer, only saying: "Step aside."

"Answer me."

The person he once respected most had become so despicable, this feeling was hardly any better than seeing his girlfriend emerge from a hotel with another man. It was hard for Pan Yang to control himself, raising his hand and pointing at the old guy.

"He's almost old enough to be your father!"

Hearing this, Xu Jing's lips trembled, her face finally struggling to maintain composure.

Not far away, Boss Jiang was playing the bystander.

Fortunately.

At least there was a trace of shame left.

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