I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2535: Chapter 1594: Village Belle

He speaks with hidden barbs?

Before saying that, how about reflecting on yourself first, okay?

Fang Qing adjusted to a more comfortable position, sitting sideways with her arm resting on the sofa armrest, not caring one bit about her image, and asked, "Does it have anything to do with his aunt?"

"Do you think Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan really don’t know about the things you’ve done before?"

Always getting a sharp response, Fang Qing was a bit annoyed and raised her pretty eyebrows, "Do you think my parents don’t know about the things you’ve done?"

Jiang Chen honestly kept his mouth shut.

This is why, despite having heard all the principles, people still can’t live a good life.

Because human nature just makes it hard to remember lessons.

"Do you think he’ll tell his aunt when he goes back this time?"

Seeing him admit defeat, Fang Qing stopped there and continued the previous topic.

"It doesn’t matter."

Fang Qing looked at him, head resting, carefree and leaning against the sofa like Huang Mao.

"And what about these things? How should we handle them?"

She gestured towards the cigarettes and alcohol on the coffee table.

"The inspection team made a hard trip, let them drink and smoke to their hearts’ content."

"..."

Fang Qing lost control of her expression and burst out laughing. She tried to control it but couldn’t, so she simply gave up, leaning back as if someone pressed her laughing button, her body shaking in amusement.

Making a woman laugh is a remarkable skill.

If you can make a woman laugh without spending a penny, that’s even more impressive.

"Is it really that funny?"

Jiang Chen squinted sideways at her.

Fang Qing raised her hand, signaling him not to speak yet, and only after calming down a bit, with a clear blush on her cheeks and one hand clutching her stomach, she said unevenly, "If you trigger my gastritis, you’re dead."

"I’m not a virus. Can I really affect your illness?"

"You’re worse than a virus."

Finally, having controlled her out-of-control emotions, Fang Qing adjusted her breathing, "Do we really have to make it so major?"

Jiang Chen shrugged with his head rested.

"It’s not like it’s up to me."

Fang Qing outright ignored that remark.

"No official isn’t corrupt."

This statement is too absolute, but it’s not necessarily wrong.

As an adult and a social elite, how could one not understand the rules of how this society operates?

As long as you check, you can always find something.

The key is just whether you are willing to check.

Looking at a certain laid-back guy, Fang Qing hesitated to speak.

"Remember when we were kids? Back then, Sha City was so lively, I even remember a company having a lottery event, and the first prize was a car. Cars at that time were rare, something only the super-rich could afford, and they actually used it as a lottery prize. Even now, I remember how crowded the lottery scene was back then. My dad had to hold me on his shoulders. Twenty years have passed. Look at it now, what is this place like?"

Jiang Chen spoke slowly.

"Would you say the Sha City people aren’t diligent, or that they don’t work hard enough? That’s not it. Uncle Fang, after being laid off, drives a truck, resting only a few days a month, working day and night. Aunt Pan also worked as a cashier at a supermarket. But why, why has their life not changed at all?"

"Indeed, grassroots workers’ income cannot be too high, but where has the value they created through labor gone? According to the first law of thermodynamics, energy cannot disappear out of thin air; it just gets transferred."

Jiang Chen’s lips curled slightly.

"I still remember my grandpa always liked to say before he passed away, if an official doesn’t serve the people, they might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. If you can’t do business, you have to go bankrupt. If you can’t be an official, then someone who can should replace you."

The air quieted down.

After talking to himself for quite a while, Jiang Chen tilted his head, "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"Listening to you."

Fang Qing looked at him cheerfully, her arm resting on the armrest, hands intertwined, "What you said makes a lot of sense."

Jiang Chen chuckled amazed, saying in surprise, "How rare, to actually be affirmed by you one day."

"But you know, saying these things at home is fine, but try not to say them outside."

"Why? Every citizen has freedom of speech, it’s a basic right enshrined in the charter."

Hmm.

Knows a bit of the law but not much.

As a professional, Fang Qing made a friendly correction,

"What you’re doing isn’t free speech; it’s called provoking trouble."

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter, and then said nonchalantly, "No worries, isn’t that why I have you? Tianci spent so much money investing in the legal department, it must be valuable."

Fang Qing didn’t accept the compliment, "If you really end up in court, anyone would be powerless."

Jiang Chen didn’t speak, his gaze unfocused, looking at where he set off, just smiling.

The view from up high is indeed more beautiful, larger, and more magnificent.

But the risks are also greater.

If you fall from the first floor, nothing happens, at most just a scratch, you can dust yourself off and climb up again.

But try falling from the top floor?

Forget about climbing up again, you won’t even have the chance to turn over.

Fang Qing gazed steadily at this man who was just smiling, suddenly becoming curious.

"Are you afraid?"

Jiang Chen smiled even wider, his gaze focused on a point in the void, not looking at Qing Gege.

He could avoid answering, and he could joke as usual, but he didn’t. Instead, it seemed like he was thinking, thinking about how to answer such a simple question.

"Imagine you’re an ordinary person born in a martial arts world, with average aptitude, seeing your entire life laid out ahead of you. One day, you go up a mountain to gather herbs, step on dog poop, and tumble into a cave. Sure enough, inside, you unexpectedly find a secret manual of unparalleled martial arts. Afterwards, with efforts that seemed tough but actually weren’t that tough, you master the Divine Skill. Then you rush out, wielding your sword in the martial world, punishing evil and promoting good, cutting down countless ghosts and monsters along the way, gradually becoming a hero famous across the world, admired by all, infinitely glamorous, countless people worship you, of course. Even fairies, heroines, and noble court ladies admire you. Then one day, fate brings an unavoidable disaster down to strike you dead.