I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2398 - 1517: The Most Shameful Thing! (Part 2)

Counting on scoundrels to kindly change is as naive and ridiculous as hoping for divine sympathy.

Fate never pities the weak, it only favors those who are self-respecting and strong.

Qing Gege is undoubtedly a person of strong principles. She was earnest earlier, but others scoffed at her, so how could she possibly care now?

In her line of work, one must never indulge in feminine kindness!

"It’s already sent."

"It can be retracted within two minutes."

Li Shuru is not one of those glued to their phones all day.

Walking out of the Good Neighbor Supermarket, Fang Qing was stern and silent, she put down her phone and headed towards the Maserati parked in the public parking space by the roadside.

Jiang Chen hurriedly followed with a large bag of items, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat, "You’re ruthless."

"The feeling is mutual."

The Maserati roared to life, driving back to Sanjian Courtyard amidst the envious gazes of passersby.

Fang Weiguo and his wife were already waiting at the door.

Although it was only four o’clock, who would visit as a guest exactly at mealtime?

"I just got off the phone with your aunt. She’s waiting for us at home."

The couple got in the car.

"Let’s go."

The Maserati restarted, driving out of the city along the ancient city wall, and within ten minutes, including waiting for traffic lights, they entered the residential area where Jiang Huazi lived—Greenfield District.

The convenience store run by Jiang Huazi and her husband is in a street-facing shop outside the residential area, of course, it’s rented.

Being extremely wealthy is out of reach, but they can live a normal life. For ordinary people in third- or fourth-tier cities, owning a house and running a small shop already exceeds the majority.

"You haven’t visited for a long time, have you?"

The Maserati parked in the underground garage of the residential area, and everyone got out of the car.

"Yes, it’s been a few years, since my aunt just bought and moved in."

Fang Weiguo smiled, "Relatives should visit each other more often."

Jiang Chen responded with an "Mm".

"Let me carry it, or your aunt will be upset if she sees it."

Fang Weiguo took the shopping bag.

Greenfield Phase I is neither the best nor the worst among Sha City’s many commercial properties, it is quite average. Of course, compared to Phase II owners, Phase I owners certainly feel fortunate.

When his aunt bought this house, Jiang Chen hadn’t started college. The housing price was reasonable but skyrocketed in the next year or two, creating the most glorious peak period in real estate.

But now, it all feels fleeting, the frenzy has faded, the real estate market is lamentable, with countless speculators going bankrupt, but it’s irrelevant for ordinary people.

Because for them, a house is for living, a necessity, not a financial product to be traded regardless of its price.

Block 12.

Unit 2101.

"Here it is."

Fang Weiguo rang the doorbell with the code lock.

"Ding dong... ding dong... ding dong..."

The door opened.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, Sister Fang Qing, brother!"

It was Hong Xiaoyu who opened the door.

"Xiao Yu? You’re home?"

Fang Weiguo was surprised.

"My mom said she couldn’t manage alone, asked me to come back and help."

Hong Xiaoyu quickly invited everyone in.

As they entered, Fang Weiguo said, "You didn’t just get back, did you?"

"Yes, River City is not far from Sha City, only an hour and a half away."

"Your mother, honestly."

Fang Weiguo stopped, understanding Jiang Huazi’s intention.

Parents’ hearts are universally compassionate.

If a son succeeds, naturally the hope is for the nephew to maintain good relations, a common occurrence.

"Are you alone?"

Jiang Chen deliberately looked around the house.

Hong Xiaoyu nodded shyly, "Yes."

"Here she comes."

Hearing the commotion, Jiang Huazi came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron. After all, cooking is no easy task, "Didn’t I say? You didn’t have to bring anything..."

"Qing Qing bought it, Jiang Chen has nothing to do with it."

Fang Weiguo handed the large gift bag to Hong Xiaoyu.

"Hurry and make tea for Uncle Fang and the others."

"Okay."

"Huazi, let me help you."

"No need, Sister Pan, you’re a guest, how could I let you help..."

"No need to be polite, two people will be quicker."

The two women went back to the kitchen.

"Uncle Fang, Sister Fang Qing, brother, have some tea."

The Hong family’s home isn’t large, a small two-bedroom with a living-dining combination, about eighty square meters. After deducting public spaces, it’s not much bigger than the Fang family’s company dormitory, but commercial housing’s decor and neighborhood environment can’t be compared to the old worn-out laid-off staff quarters. Although they were lucky to buy before the real estate boom, including renovations and appliances, the house altogether cost about sixty thousand.

Sixty thousand.

At first glance,

it seems trivial.

The mansion Jiang Chen gave Li Shuru is nearly two billion, even the Maserati Quattroporte he gave Fang Qing, now parked in the underground garage, costs in seven figures, but remember how little the average salary in Sha City is.

Around 3000.

Exactly.

An ordinary citizen of Sha City, without relying on anyone, without spending anything, would need twenty years to save for a house.

"You’re about to graduate, right?"

Fang Weiguo kindly asked, being quite familiar with Hong Xiaoyu, remembering how he used to follow his daughter and Jiang Chen.

"Yes, I’m already interning."

"Really?"

Fang Weiguo was surprised, sipped his tea, and remarked, "Time really flies. Where are you interning?"

"Jinhai Industry."

"Whoa! That’s a big company!"

"Dad, you know Jinhai Industry?"

"Do you think your dad is illiterate? The internet is very advanced now. I just saw the news online, Jinhai Industry plans to invest hundreds of billions to build a new energy vehicle factory in Kyoto."

"Uncle Fang, you sure know a lot!"

Hong Xiaoyu immediately seized the moment with a compliment.

"See, having entered society, he’s much smoother than before."

Fang Weiguo was all smiles, full of satisfaction. As an elder, there’s nothing more fulfilling than watching the younger generation grow up and excel.

"Having entered such a great company, you must work hard, not to waste all those years of education, or your parents’ efforts."

"Yes."

Hong Xiaoyu nodded immediately, "Uncle Fang, I will work hard."

"Got a girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Fang Qing instinctively rolled her eyes. It’s like all elders are the same: talk about studies when in school, talk about work after graduation, and then talk relationships when employed. After marriage? It’s all about kids, there’s always some topic to discuss.

"...Yes."

Hong Xiaoyu was still a little shy, but bravely chose to admit it.

Fang Weiguo was surprised, "Really? How old is the girl? Where is she from? Is she studying or working now?"

"Dad!"

Fang Qing couldn’t help but interrupt, "You’re not verifying an identity."

Jiang Chen sipped his tea, amusedly watching the scene unfold.

"Sister Fang Qing, it’s okay, Uncle Fang is just concerned about me."

"See, Xiao Yu knows better."

Fang Weiguo felt gratified and realized Hong Xiaoyu isn’t Jiang Chen; as a normal elder, it’s not appropriate to ask too much, so he chose to stop that line of questioning, "Since you’re in a relationship, cherish it, work together, and grow together."

"Understood, Uncle Fang, I will!"

Jiang Chen smiled at his cousin.

This kid, he sure keeps quiet. If another young guy had a top-tier wealthy girlfriend, they’d want the whole world to know.

"As a young man, one must take on the responsibilities of a young man. Be steady and diligent, only then can you live up to the relationship."

Jiang Chen spoke up.

"Your brother is right. For a girl to choose you takes great trust and courage, no matter what, never let her down. Betraying a girl who loves you is the most shameful thing a man can do in his lifetime!"

As soon as Fang Weiguo finished speaking, the atmosphere inexplicably turned quiet.

Hong Xiaoyu looked uneasy and lowered his head.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Fang Qing held her disposable cup, calmly sipping tea.