I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2100 - 1352: Plenty of Water

Is the value of a human life beyond measure?

Naturally, it holds immeasurable worth.

Yet, in extraordinary scenarios, unique approaches become necessary.

For instance —

A vehicle collision.

It's common knowledge that when a road mishap causes injuries or fatalities, provided it's not mostly or fully the driver's responsibility, compensation often settles the matter.

Regarding the sum involved...

Third-party coverage typically proves adequate.

Thus, during unforeseen events, human life can tie directly to finances, with the "conversion rate" staying far from excessive.

Concerning the Tu Lei pair's demand for five million in payout over their old mother's passing, though it surpasses standard third-party policies for most drivers, it still falls into an acceptable bracket without seeming excessive.

However, 99,999,999...

Now that's pushing boundaries.

A tycoon might toss out such a figure in jest, but would everyday folks truly buy into it?

Do they genuinely view a billion as a modest target?

Beyond crashes, numerous global spots view individuals as goods, assigning clear prices to body parts, and the northern Myanmar zone under Boss Jiang's sway stands as a prime example.

In those areas, how many captives could fetch a billion?

Not even the most avaricious fraudsters would demand such an outlandish sum.

Hell, this surpasses even con artists in audacity.

If this doesn't qualify as blackmail, then what does?

Thus, upon learning of Boss Jiang's maneuvers, even Fang Qing offered her "endorsement and admiration."

"When did you turn into such a legal expert?"

An ancient proverb exists.

A refined rogue poses the greatest threat.

A magnate, benefactor, business leader—not pursuing business studies or liberal arts, but immersing in penal codes.

"Rubbing shoulders with you, a premier attorney, for so long has rubbed off on me, picking up bits of insight without realizing."

Jiang Chen appeared nonchalant.

Fang Qing stayed poised, then lightly inquired, "How many years do you intend to lock them up for?"

How many years do you intend to lock them up for?

This query carries heavy implications.

Certainly.

Since they're secluded in a hotel room with no eavesdroppers, leaks aren't a concern.

How could anyone pose such a question so offhandedly?

Pronouncing sentences falls to judges, or more precisely the statutes—how could anyone presume to set it?

As an elite from the Political and Legal University, Fang Qing wouldn't commit such a fundamental error.

Maybe...

She's simply teasing.

Jiang Chen gave a shrug, "Per Article 274 of the Criminal Law: demanding substantial public or private assets results in up to three years behind bars, custody, or control; if the sum is enormous or exceptionally grave, it means three to ten years in prison."

He recited it fluidly.

This goes beyond mere influence—it's deeply ingrained wisdom.

And that's the reality.

Commerce and penal codes intertwine closely.

Most thriving business owners make it a point to grasp legal matters thoroughly.

The reason?

Straightforward.

The highest-yield money-making paths often appear outlined in criminal statutes.

Ignorance leaves you vulnerable to crossing boundaries unwittingly.

A billion less one yuan.

Does that qualify as "substantial"?

Given Shen Zhou's present average earnings, pulling in over 10,000 monthly eclipses 99% of earners.

To hit a small goal via a 10,000-plus monthly wage, how many years would pass?

A single lifetime falls short.

Hence, the verdict is clear: seeking a billion counts as an immense sum without question.

And once labeled "enormous," what's the penalty?

The Criminal Law lays it out plainly.

It demands a three-to-ten-year stint in confinement.

No doubt, the pair will wail and lament through it all.

The cord snaps where it's weakest, calamity strikes the already afflicted.

The grandma's suicide happened recently, and soon the duo faces twin calamities plus factory drudgery—it's a heartbreaking saga of human woe!

Abandoning a destitute minor son, isolated and vulnerable, how can he survive?

Harsh.

Utterly too merciless.

"Why not toss the boy in as well."

As counsel for the accused, Fang Qing grasps the claimants' household woes fully.

"Severe online gaming obsession isn't criminal."

Boss Jiang's standard retort.

In truth, no frets needed for the youth; his shown apathy and self-centeredness means parental absence could lift shackles, granting him greater liberty.

"Hand this case off to another; you shouldn't handle it head-on."

Jiang Chen continued.

"It's justified and lawful—why avoid facing it?"

With Fang's sharp mind, posing that shows deliberate feigned innocence.

Justified and lawful, yet sentimentally off-base, bound to draw backlash, as the masses skip digging into roots or grasping truths, swayed by bias and social standings, they naturally side with the "underdogs" and scorn the wealthy elite.

"My legal squad includes more than just you—no extra pay regardless of your efforts."

Boss Jiang acts so oddly, sharp-tongued elsewhere, but around Qing Mei, he spouts drivel, voicing the opposite of his thoughts.

"Got any clues on who's pulling their strings?"

Fang Qing steered the conversation.

Jiang Chen shook his head, replied offhandedly, "Doesn't matter."

Much like the chess setup adorning the lobby wall at Jiangcheng Starfire Medical Center, the scheme's core shines transparently.

The duo serves merely as front-line pawns.

Evidently, outsiders are funding and directing them to smear Xinghuo Medical Center—else, whence came this household's flashy red dragon watch, chunky gold bangles, and top-tier 4090 graphics card?

Such is the plight of minor players.

They surrender their essence so readily, misjudging their value, lacking the heft to meddle in clashes of titans, only to get torn apart by the raging tempest that follows.