What to do if your energy is too strong.

You definitely have to let it out.

What's the best way to release it?

Without a doubt—exercise!

Of course, this type of exercise isn't what you're thinking. Don't get the wrong idea; as a proud young pioneer, Jiang Chen's moral character can surely withstand the test. Something like freeloading? Absolutely not.

At least you have to pay, right?

On the treadmill, Jiang Chen is sweating heavily, running so fast he could participate in a track and field competition.

Even more surprising is his stamina.

At such intensity, he's been going for ten minutes already. No wonder he developed this talent as a kid, breaking bicycle chains of those bullies couldn't catch up with him.

And what brings comfort is.

Jiang Chen hasn't undergone an awkward teenage change; now his vest is soaked in sweat, showcasing the masculine charm he didn't have as a child.

During this time, a blonde foreign girl working out at the gym approached him, wanting to introduce herself to Jiang Chen. He simply pointed to Fang Qing on the treadmill next to him and smilingly said: "I'm sorry."

"Oriental men don't fit the Western aesthetic?"

Fang Qing, used as a shield, was jogging with her ponytail swaying like willows by the Moat in Sha City's summer.

"The West just prefers visually striking macho men; it doesn't mean they don't recognize handsomeness."

The meaning of someone's words was obviously his charming face had unified Eastern and Western aesthetics.

Really shameless.

Does he think he's the male version of Pei Yunxi?

"Did I interrupt your romantic encounter?"

Fang Qing tilted her head to ask, with her hair wet from sweat sticking around her temples.

Jiang Chen kept his pace, slightly panting as he replied: "Even if you weren't here, it would be the same. Why does Shu Rui trust me so much?"

Fang Qing was at a loss for words, completely defeated by the opponent.

Is Li Shuru really "trusting"?

That's a lack of choice.

"You win."

Fang Qing slowed down, gradually stopped, wiped her sweat, and drank water.

Jiang Chen also reduced his speed. After intense exercise, you can't stop immediately to rest. He switched from running to walking, rhythmically adjusting his breath.

"When are you hosting the celebratory banquet?"

Fang Qing asked.

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Too early for that."

"The exchange rate is about to drop below 150; isn't victory assured?"

Almost no need to understand economics.

Just focus on the yen's depreciation trend.

It breaks history almost every day.

Anyone with some sense can see Japan's continuous retreat.

"Japan isn't a pushover; it holds enormous overseas assets, hundreds of billions in liquid funds, and trillions in US bonds. The reason they seem unprepared is simply because they didn't want to offend their superior nation before."

"Trillions in US dollars?"

Fang Qing confirmed.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen nodded.

What concept is trillions in US dollars?

Fang Qing found it hard to grasp precisely.

Or rather, 99.99999% of people worldwide are the same.

Being crushed by hundreds of thousands in mortgage debt feels suffocating; even setting a small goal seems unimaginable.

The shocking trillion RMB downfall of Hengsheng Group, the domestic real estate leader, is already enough to be frightening.

"Even as a new colonial territory, Japan can't really resort to a seppuku gesture to please the superior nation; Japan still chooses to sell US bonds to stabilize the market."

"But it hasn't changed the situation."

Fang Qing chimed in.

Jiang Chen nodded, exhaled, and said unhurriedly: "That's because Japan wants to save itself but doesn't dare to offend the superior nation completely, so they haven't sold all the US bonds. That's the sadness of a non-sovereign state."

"How much money did you invest altogether?"

Fang Qing couldn't help but ask.

Facing Qing Mei, Jiang Chen didn't hold back, "I can't give you a very precise number, but it's definitely more than 3.5 trillion RMB."

3.5 trillion RMB.

Not 35 billion.

Nor 3.5 billion.

Fang Qing remained silent for a moment, then softly said: "If that much money was invested in Japan, you shouldn't be able to stay on Earth, right?"

Qing Mei truly lives up to her name.

Focused purely on the facts.

Definitely won't sweet talk.

Jiang Chen turned his head, "With our close relationship, if things come to that, Qing Gege, you definitely would take me in, right?"

"My home only has two rooms; do you think there's space for you?"

Fang Qing replied with a question instead.

Fang Family's two-bedroom apartment is nice, but as a kid, he used to sleep on Fang Qing's bed.

Of course.

Now that's definitely not possible.

Children sharing a bed is fine, but everyone's grown up now.

"I could sleep on the floor."

A joke is a joke.

Jiang Chen knows very well that even if it really comes to that, losing everything, having nothing at all, the Fang Family, no matter how small, would have a place for him.

Of course.

If it came to that, he wouldn't burden them.

"Qing Gege."

A voice called out.

They turned to see Tong Dan walk in.

"Having a partner definitely feels different; it's hard to see you around."

Jiang Chen teased.

"Isn't that just what Jiang Boss wants?"

Tong Dan showed no change in expression.

"What do I want?"

"Haven't you always not wanted to see me?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

"Qing Gege, I've packed my things and am leaving tomorrow."

Tong Dan looked at Fang Qing.

Fang Qing was puzzled, couldn't help asking: "Where to?"

"Where else, going back home."

Fang Qing was surprised.

Tong Dan had never mentioned going abroad before; too sudden.

"Going back with Pan Yang?"

Jiang Chen teased.

"Is that possible?"

Tong Dan replied: "I'm going alone."

"Isn't he also going back? Why aren't you going together?"

"Why would I go with him?"

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