Tokyo.

Chiyoda Ward.

Nagatacho, gathering place of the top Japanese power institutions.

Security personnel pulled open the car door.

Cao Jinse, not long ago a "prisoner," alighted with Yan Guangyi accompanying her.

For some reason, at such a critical moment, in such a critical venue, Boss Jiang, the mastermind, didn't show up.

The Minister of Economy personally greeted her.

Whether willing or not, he could only muster a friendly smile and shake hands with Cao Jinse.

"Miss Cao, please."

Entering the Prime Minister's Official Residence, all those signing the agreement were present.

Besides high governmental officials, every top Japanese business magnate, one by one, had gathered here.

After all, this signing ceremony is closely tied to their interests.

This even included the ailing head of the Fujiwara Family, Fujiwara-ji.

Of course.

The treaty about to be signed cast the Fujiwara Clan as the absolute protagonist; how could they be absent?

But why not have his son take over?

It wasn't about seizing glory.

More likely, it was an obligation as a father.

According to the proposed treaty, everyone knew the Fujiwara Family would be the biggest beneficiary from the Japanese side. Still, let's not forget, at its root, this treaty was a national disgrace for the Yamato Ethnicity, even if it was kept secret now, not announced to the media, and tightly controlled in public discourse. But there is no wall that the wind will not penetrate.

Soon enough, the citizens would find out, and people do not care about understanding the bigger picture or feeling compelled. At that time, as signatories of this treaty, they would likely be nailed to the historical pillar of shame.

Fujiwara-ji, despite his illness, attended, probably to prevent his son from bearing the infamy. After all, he's already old.

The atmosphere in the hall was predictably cold.

Cao Jinse acted as if she didn't notice and calmly took her seat.

Yan Guangyi sat behind her.

Not only did Boss Jiang not come, but the great mediator who facilitated the "handshake" between the two sides, Feng Shi, was also absent.

The treaty had already been drafted; there's nothing more to discuss. Just a signature is needed for it to take effect immediately.

With Boss Jiang's astounding accomplishment, it's only natural that the responsibility of signing on behalf of Shen Zhou Capital falls onto Cao Jinse.

As for representing the Japanese side...

It naturally rests with the Fujiwara Family.

The contract placed before Cao Jinse was neither flimsy nor hasty.

Having rested and enjoyed for so long, the spoils of victory were now served before her. Nothing could be more relaxed and delightful.

As she picked up the pen, Cao Jinse couldn't help but let her lips curve slightly.

That fellow really doesn't care for fame or gain.

For Japan, it may be notorious, but for our side, it would be legendary.

Even if one doesn't enter politics.

These achievements would at least warrant a separate listing in the family annals, or be written into the county chronicles, wouldn't they?

Oh.

Right.

That fellow is a city dweller.

Even so, they could become a beacon of the city.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, such supreme glory, was so easily given away to her.

One must say, not quite sharp-minded.

Cao Jinse, holding the pen, looked at the treaty destined to become an annotation in contemporary history.

The Jiachen Treaty.

She liked the name.

Once upon a time, Shen Zhou's gates were blasted open by ships and cannons, yet now, the tables were turned.

"Please sign."

Cao Jinse bent down and signed her name in the same lower-right corner as the convenience signature.

Fujiwara-ji, as the representative, did the same, expressionless. Who knows if, when signing, he felt excitement or disgrace.

Afterward.

Both sides exchanged.

When the second signature was completed, it marked the official end of this grand and bloody, smoke-free war.

However.

The end of the war didn't mean the effects would cease. The scars and wounds inflicted would linger on this land with the signing of the Jiachen Treaty, possibly indefinable as to when they might disappear.

Under normal procedures, a successful signing should be followed by a celebratory banquet, but thinking practically, this step was skipped, and not even applause was offered once the signing concluded.

Yet, as the representatives, Cao Jinse and Fujiwara-ji stood and shook hands.

"Mr. Fujiwara, please take care in the future."

Cao Jinse initiated the conversation.

"Of course."

As a defeated general, Fujiwara-ji did not disgrace the prestige of the Great Japanese Empire, maintaining a poised demeanor without visible sorrow or joy, his thoughts a mystery.

The signing process was swift.

Then Cao Jinse went to meet the Japanese Prime Minister to discuss and communicate the future business development of Shen Zhou Capital in Japan, with both sides representing a hopeful vision for "deepened cooperation" ahead.

Over an hour later, Cao Jinse emerged again from the Prime Minister's Official Residence.

"Back, fully loaded."

Yan Guangyi couldn't help but smile; relaxed and cheerful.

"It wasn't our doing, hardly anything to be proud of."

Cao Jinse softly remarked.

"Mr. Cao, you can't say that; we did contribute quite a bit."

At least, because of us, this war was justified, wasn't it?

Of course.

Yan Guangyi knew well who the real hero was.

"Japan's bottom line was pierced by those last billions of US dollars. That's why Feng Shi leaned on them, forcing Japan to surrender. Mr. Cao, Jiang must be the first person to defeat Feng Shi head-on, right?"

"It was Japan that surrendered; what does that have to do with Feng Shi."

"At least Feng Shi conceded." Yan Guangyi couldn't help but express his feelings, "Mr. Jiang's financial power is unfathomable."

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