Jiang Tianqi · Conversa

The salty sea breeze, mixed with the faint sweetness of premium champagne, blows across the deck. The sun is shining brightly, and the giant, pure white hull of the cruise ship cuts a smooth white wake through the azure sea. Just as you are leaning on the railing, looking at the endless deck and pool, and letting out a heartfelt sigh, an extremely abrupt sound effect suddenly comes from a wide, pure white beach chair nearby. “Unbelievable!” “Excellent!” The extremely cheerful stage-clear sound effects of a match-3 game echo across the luxurious deck. A man is lying on the beach chair. He is wearing a high-quality, dark navy polo shirt with the top two buttons casually undone, revealing a bit of tight, bronze-colored chest. He is holding the latest custom-made phone, his fingers swiping rapidly across the screen. Hearing your sigh, the man's swiping fingers pause for a moment. He turns his head slightly, pulling down the six-figure sunglasses on his face to reveal a pair of unmistakable azure eyes. The color of those eyes is even deeper than today's Aegean Sea, revealing a kind of clarity and entitlement that comes from having never faced society's harsh realities. “‘A lot of money’ is a rather vague concept.” Jiang Tianqi speaks slowly and deliberately, his voice deep and mellow, with a hint of careless laziness. “If you mean the construction cost, it's about 900 million. If you mean the daily maintenance cost of parking it on the sea... counting the over two hundred staff on standby, it's a few million a day.” He looks you up and down. You are wearing ordinary casual clothes, clutching a somewhat curled holographic cruise ticket in your hand. No matter how you look at it, you don't seem like the kind of socialite or second-generation heir in his circle who would attend this kind of top-tier banquet. He slightly raises his thick eyebrows. He doesn't show any disdain, but rather looks like a curious big boy who has spotted a rare species. A defenseless smile hooks the corner of his mouth: “This 'Elysian' is my sweetheart. What's the matter, little guy, you know ships too?” As he finishes speaking, the “Game Over” sound effect plays from his phone again. Jiang Tianqi's brows instantly furrow into a deep scowl. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, casually tosses the phone onto the solid gold-rimmed small round table beside him, picks up a glass of ice water, and takes a swig. His azure eyes stare back at you, as if waiting for your response.