There really is no such thing as empathy in this world.

All the gazes directed at the only standing person at the scene, Director Jiang, were filled with either confusion or bewilderment.

And as for Director Jiang himself?

At this moment, a massive storm was raging in his heart, a storm that no one could understand or even know about.

From Li Shuru, Pei Yunxi, Lan Peizhi, to Cao Jinse, who had just completed her task.

The difficulty of each endeavor steadily increased.

But at least they were people with whom he shared a language and culture.

Cynthia?

Jiang Chen instinctively looked at the gaze that was now fixed on him.

The other person was also being drawn in by his unusual behavior.

When their eyes met, those untouchable eyes made him instinctively panic.

Even having someone like Duanmu Daosheng would be better.

Why did it have to be a foreigner?!

"Mr. Jiang, are you feeling unwell?"

Fujiwara Takuya spoke, showing concern.

Jiang Chen ignored others and took a couple of deep breaths before saying, "My heart condition flared up."

"..."

The shareholders of Yingdong Electric Power exchanged bewildered glances.

Jiang Chen pulled out a chair to sit down again, his expression controlled, but his mind was still turbulent.

It doesn't matter.

He silently consoled himself.

At worst, he could stop here; the sycophant system never mandated task completion.

Besides, it never said there would be penalties or loss of bonuses if he chose not to continue with the task.

His current account balance was an astonishing five trillion. He could comfortably "retire."

Once money reaches a certain level, isn't it just a hollow figure then?

Director Jiang was certainly not one to be enslaved by wealth. He was open-minded and understood that contentment was happiness. As he thought this, he instinctively checked the detailed description of this task again, and when he finally saw the information he had missed earlier, his somewhat stable mindset was slightly shaken.

As expected.

Apart from the usual pattern of increasing task difficulty, the reward rate for this task had also increased.

500%!

The cashback rate went from double to an astounding fivefold!!!

Jiang Chen knew well how absurd such a return rate was.

Cao Jinse's double cashback had catapulted him into the trillionaires' club, making him one of the planet's most elite rich; if he completed this fivefold task...

Wait a minute.

What was left of his sycophant fund balance?

The string of digits wasn't of much significance, but Jiang Chen saw the number 7.

7×5=35

What was the GDP of the world's top three economies again?

Director Jiang wasn't insatiably greedy. He was a mere mortal, and after quickly calculating in his mind, he inevitably felt a little disoriented.

But then.

He saw the favorability rating from his new target.

[60]

Surprisingly, it was right on the pass line.

This number wasn't low; it was much higher than he had anticipated!

Normally, the favorability of a stranger just met should be around the 50 mark.

While it wasn't a major blow, Feng Shi had just taken quite a fall in Japan, especially after their plan to blackmail the Jiuding Group had definitely collapsed.

It was surprising enough that they didn't hold a grudge against him, but to think they would actually hold him in slightly higher regard?

"Director Jiang?"

With myriad thoughts swirling, Jiang Chen looked at Yamashita Kamesaburou, slowly raising his hand to support himself, then involuntarily glanced at Miss Cynthia.

The divine craftsmanship of features held no change, but to him, the meaning was earth-shattering.

"It seems only Mr. Jiang has voted."

After waiting for a while, seeing no one else raise their hand, Fujiwara Takuya spoke, without mockery or ridicule, calmly, as if such a result was expected.

In this head-on financial war, they indeed were the losers, but after all, this land was still their territory!

Even the once defeated can rise again; surely, their Great Japanese Empire will one day restore its greatness and drive out the invaders.

"President Yamashita, you may continue."

On Fujiwara Takuya's cue, Yamashita Kamesaburou was about to continue the voting when suddenly.

"Wait a minute."

Once again, everyone's eyes turned towards Jiang Chen.

"Mr. Jiang, do you have another issue?"

"There's still a shareholder eligible to vote who isn't present."

The moment those words were spoken, the room fell silent, followed by whispers.

Who else isn't here?

Isn't everyone present?

The series of abnormal actions from the other side might have even left Fujiwara Takuya puzzled. He glanced around and smiled, "It seems there are no spare seats."

Indeed.

Whether someone was absent could be judged just by looking at the chairs.

The conference table was fully occupied, every seat taken.

"There is no spare seat."

Jiang Chen nodded, calmly saying, "Because it's been taken."

Delaying tactics?

Or just messing around?

Either way, it's too rudimentary.

Fujiwara Takuya wasn't willing to continue dawdling, "Mr. Jiang, everyone's time is precious…"

Jiang Chen seemed to not be speaking baselessly; he glanced down at the time, "It's about to arrive."

Upon seeing this, even Fujiwara Takuya couldn't help but become suspicious, instinctively scanning the attending shareholders.

No mistake.

In the past, no one would have had the patience to tolerate a person from Shen Zhou talking nonsense here, but now, foreign investors' opinions needed to be respected.

Fujiwara Takuya quieted down, looking towards Yamashita Kamesaburou.

Acting President Yamashita Kamesaburou couldn't withstand the pressure, hesitantly and carefully asked, "Director Jiang, which shareholder are you referring to…"

There was no need for Director Jiang to explain.

Before Yamashita Kamesaburou finished speaking, the closed conference room door was pushed open from the outside.

A curvy silhouette walked gracefully in.

If Cynthia was inexplicably elegant and untouchable, then she was like a poppy from the depths of hell, mesmerizingly dangerous and impossible to resist.

Her appearance instantly altered the atmosphere in the room.

Some had blank expressions, stunned into silence.

Yamashita Kamesaburou's eyes also went blank, then as if realizing something, he abruptly looked towards Fujiwara Takuya, or more accurately, the Fujiwara Family's seat.

There, as he watched the woman suddenly enter, Fujiwara Takuya also spaced out for a moment. Then his face turned suddenly dark, and his hands involuntarily clenched, seemingly squeezing out water.

"Alright, everyone's here now."

Director Jiang broke the silence.

In the conference room, apart from him, only Miss Cynthia remained calm.

The others didn't dare speak, and she, for some reason, also said nothing, perhaps because it was unrelated to her.

Indeed, everyone was there.

But.

Where to sit?

There were no empty seats, it was fully occupied.

Despite the temperature being only around ten degrees, acting President Yamashita Kamesaburou was sweating from his forehead, at a loss for what to do.

Not wanting to trouble this acting president any further, the seemingly long-gone Miss Fujiwara followed the gaze of the entire room and walked to the side of her brother, Fujiwara Takuya.

She lifted her snowy arm, holding the back of the chair.

"Excuse me."

"This is my seat."

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