I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2099 - 1351: 99,999,999

Bound by Boss Jiang's position, they hesitated to rudely eject the visitors, yet no offer of tea was forthcoming.

Don't let the tearful courtroom performance of this pair deceive you; back in their home, sorrow is nowhere to be found. That plump red dragon fish near the television tells the whole story.

"Ah, Mr. Tu enjoys fish, it seems. This red dragon fish boasts top-notch quality, probably costs a fortune."

At these words, as Jiang Chen's eyes locked onto the aquarium, Tu Lei's expression showed a flicker of shame mixed with unease, before he abruptly heightened his tone.

"Doesn't everyone have a pastime? What's the issue with me raising fish?"

Red dragon.

Kingly status in the fish world.

Priceless.

A standard specimen runs several thousand yuan, while a superior one surpasses ten thousand without effort.

Naturally.

To the rich, it's trivial, yet for an ordinary household, particularly one weighed down by a cancer patient's treatment costs, affording such lavish companions seems unlikely.

Keep in mind, owning pets involves more than the upfront cost. They demand ongoing care and steady spending of time and funds.

"Naturally, no issue at all, merely chatting idly."

As he uttered this, Boss Jiang's eyes drifted without intent to the thick gold bangle adorning the housewife's arm.

That gleam.

Dazzling.

Appears freshly acquired, and it likely tips the scales at fifty grams or more.

Based on today's gold rates.

Tsk.

Enough to purchase a compact electric vehicle.

Despite not displaying it during the trial, this duo clearly isn't strapped for cash, far from the type to forsake care for their aging, cancer-afflicted mother.

Ma Qiujie had been moved to Jiangcheng Starfire Medical Center after her relatives chose to halt treatment, drawn by Xinghuo's affordable charges as a last resort.

Catching Jiang Chen's look, the woman swiftly concealed her arm beneath her sleeve, covering the hefty gold bracelet.

Not like those flashy types parading thick gold necklaces.

So understated.

"Knock knock knock..."

The raps echoed once more.

"Who is it!"

Tu Lei muttered in annoyance.

Naturally.

The outsider couldn't catch his words.

Just the unrelenting knocks came back.

"It's probably the package for our boy."

The tense housewife grabbed the opportunity to rise, heading to the bustling bedroom entrance and tapping it, "Your package has arrived."

Silence followed.

Likely immersed in his game, he missed it.

The woman had no choice but to answer the door on her own.

"Hello, Speed Express."

Nowadays, couriers rarely deliver right to the entrance. Most packages end up at pickup points, though exceptions occur.

This delivery guy certainly wouldn't guess a major figure was present inside.

Once the woman signed for it and carried the parcel indoors, the youth at last emerged from his space, eyeing the box in his mom's grasp with obvious thrill.

"Awesome! It's finally arrived!"

That explains his rush to the door before—he anticipated this shipment.

"Carry it to your room."

Aware of guests nearby, the mom suggested this, yet the son paid no mind and ripped into the wrapping with fervor.

A graphics card.

4090.

The cutting-edge model on the market, carrying a steep cost that's out of reach for typical families.

Father and son indulge in lifestyles that spark envy in many, save for the cancer victim turned to dust.

After extracting the graphics card, the youth retreated back to his quarters, the door crashing shut with a loud "bang".

In just those few minutes, the pattern emerged: yet another dedicated gamer.

Still.

With grandma's death so fresh, is there genuinely no grief?

"Our requirements are straightforward: issue a public apology and pay up! If not, we'll drag this matter through the courts!"

Tu Lei, the family head, circled back to the core dispute, his words firm as he recaptured Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei's focus.

"Demanding five million is too much, and we bear no fault, so why the apology? Your oversight pushed the old woman to desperation..."

Wu Yufei stood her ground, upholding her position.

"How is this our oversight? My mother was in good shape before we brought her to your Xinghuo Medical Center. Had we skipped the care, she'd be with us today!"

Tu Lei, the house's man, sidestepped the key point, "If you're unwilling, we'll hash it out in court!"

Regular people rarely sustain drawn-out fights against big organizations, but this household appeared undaunted, brimming with assurance.

"You..."

Color rose to Wu Yufei's cheeks, leaving her to wonder if she wished she'd stayed out of it.

"Mr. Tu, let's talk this over peacefully, no reason to flare up."

Jiang Chen addressed them steadily, diffusing the strain, "Everyone here wants a fair fix to the problem, correct?"

A chilly look from Tu Lei met him. The courtesy of Boss Jiang evidently erased any sense of rank difference, prompting his direct retort, "We've covered everything worth saying. If you won't budge, feel free to go and spare us the hassle."

"Demanding a public apology goes too far, Mr. Tu. Realize that damaging our hospital's name could lead straight to shutdown."

Tu Lei, leading the home, scoffed, "Why should I care about that?"

His spouse joined him again, "Precisely! You owe responsibility for my mother-in-law's death!"

Jiang Chen stayed composed, "Fair point—your mom, Ma Qiujie, took her life at our Xinghuo Medical Center. We won't dodge accountability."

Wu Yufei creased her brow, stealing a peek at Jiang Chen but holding back any comment.

"What are you getting at?"

Tu Lei demanded in fury.

"Issuing a public apology is impossible for us. But we can provide monetary aid to seek your understanding."

Glances of doubt passed between the pair before Jiang Chen drew a checkbook from his jacket, ripped off a page, set it on the low table, and slid it their way.

"Put down any sum that would make you content."

Shock widened their eyes.

The legendary blank check in reality?!

A TV-drama moment unfolding for them?!

Gazing at the spotless check, warmth built in their stares, pulses racing faster.

"No..."

Wu Yufei nearly blurted out, halted by Jiang Chen's quiet look.

"Are you joking with me?"

Tu Lei gulped, wildly excited but tinged with doubt, clinging to some sense.

"Surely you know the full funding poured into Jiangcheng Starfire Medical Center?"

"No way we'd know such a thing!"

Tu Lei quickly brushed it off.

Jiang Chen stayed cool, grinning, "No worries if you're unaware—next to that figure, this payout is insignificant."

Tu Lei nearly added more, but his wife burst forth, lunging to snatch the blank check like it might vanish any moment.

"We can truly write any number?!"

Jiang Chen affirmed with a nod and smile, "Write in any figure you desire."

"Hurry! Fetch a pen!"

She pressed urgently, directing her spouse too, revealing the true family boss.

Who wouldn't yield to such temptation? Ultimately, Tu Lei compliantly grabbed a pen, though he faltered on choosing the amount.

"Hand it over!"

The wife displayed bold resolve, skipping her husband's input, hunching over the table to scribble the digits.

Wu Yufei observed closely.

99,999,999 yuan

Tsk.

Squeezing every bit.

Leaping twenty times beyond their initial five-million ask.

Tu Lei jumped in surprise, but his heavy breaths continued unabated.

Boss Jiang alone showed no reaction.

How grounded these everyday people are.

Their ambitions stay modest even in fantasies.

Stowing the checkbook, Jiang Chen inclined his head, "So, we've agreed on a resolution?"

"This check is legit for cashing, isn't it?"

"Once we're gone, head to the bank to confirm it's real."

The wife gripped the check tightly, lost in a stupor.

Sensing their situation, Boss Jiang avoided prolonging the visit, rising with, "Apologies for the intrusion."

No farewell escort came, the pair too stunned by impending riches to stir.

The door swung open, then shut.

"Why pull that move?"

Wu Yufei at last voiced her question, completely baffled.

Jiang Chen eyed her.

"Now we can sue them."

Sue?

Wu Yufei felt lost.

"Just one yuan shy of a hundred million—plenty for extortion claims."

Jiang Chen headed for the elevator.