I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2106: 1355: Us

“Nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine yuan?”

Given his status as an unfamiliar visitor to the couple's home right before their tragic end, plus the ongoing legal conflicts, Boss Jiang naturally drew the scrutiny of the authorities.

In contrast to his cousin Hong Xiaoyu and several schoolmates who got summoned to the station for interrogation, officials opted to conduct the questioning directly at Boss Jiang's place.

These investigators held impressive positions, featuring the city bureau director alongside the local precinct leader.

Boss Jiang remained straightforward throughout; after all, an innocent heart harbors no fear of shadows. He recounted the full story of his encounter, right down to the exact figure the pair had scribbled on that check.

This revelation left even a seasoned figure like the precinct boss in complete shock.

Truly, the more elevated the position, the greater the poise. The city bureau chief simply arched a brow and inquired, “Did you jot that figure down anywhere?”

Normally, junior staff handle the task of documenting statements, yet in moments like these, the grunt work falls to the subordinates, leaving the precinct head feeling a touch diminished.

The exchange flowed smoothly, embodying the essence of harmony between law enforcers and the public; the superiors made the trip themselves and considerately showed up out of uniform.

“Mr. Jiang, we appreciate you carving out time from your packed day.”

After roughly thirty minutes or so, they had gathered all the key details they required.

Everyone rose to their feet.

Of course.

In her role as legal counsel.

Fang Qing was right there too.

“Assisting law enforcement with probes is every citizen's responsibility.”

Jiang Chen offered a warm smile, soft as a gentle zephyr.

“Apologies for the interruption.”

The session wrapped up cordially, and Jiang Chen returned the courtesy by seeing the two leaders to the entrance.

Fang Qing trailed after them.

“Oh, Wu Yufei, the CEO of Star Medical Tech, joined me on that visit and departed with me; I had her guide the route.”

“Ms. Wu came in to give her statement this morning and was released afterward,”

The precinct chief responded without delay.

Wu Yufei faced a different protocol, required to appear in person without the luxury of a home visit.

“If you need further assistance, don't hesitate to reach out.”

“We're simply adhering to standard protocols. The passing of those two appears to be a clear case of self-inflicted harm.”

And with that, the matter rested.

On their way out, the city bureau director made sure to flash a friendly grin and a nod toward Fang Qing.

That's the mark of a genuine public servant.

Warm.

Relatable.

Free of pretense.

Jiang Chen shut the door and strolled back inside with steady steps.

Careless.

Utterly careless.

Yet Fang Qing, having observed the entire process from beginning to end, remained utterly silent.

Elite attorneys grasp a fundamental truth.

The law intertwines with human elements.

Particularly beyond the confines of trial halls.

Outcomes don't always follow rigid math.

“Wouldn't it be wise to reclaim that check?”

Once settled back in her seat, Fang Qing voiced her thought, showcasing her precise and diligent nature.

A billion less one.

No small amount by any measure.

Enough to stun even the precinct leader.

“I've already alerted the bank; reclaiming it doesn't matter anymore, since it's essentially worthless now, just worthless paper.”

They shared a bond from youth.

Kindred spirits.

He refused to allow any exploitation.

Moreover, a child lingered without guardians, deserving some support.

But why invoke ethics to pressure him?

Boss Jiang had endured the loss of his own folks too, receiving no aid from strangers or aid groups, and still, he harbored no bitterness toward the world.

Wealth doesn't obligate extravagance or interference.

Does fortune ever drop from the skies?

A billion could dazzle top brass, yet for Jiang Chen, it paled against his vast holdings, earned not through ease but through tireless effort and perilous trials.

If only...

The son differed from his folks, shining in studies and morals; aid might extend on compassionate grounds.

However.

Would the company of a net-obsessed youth make a difference?

Remembering a prior ring from his cousin, Jiang Chen grabbed his device, returned the call, set it on the low table, and hit speaker.

“Was tied up with something just now.”

“Bro, you're hanging around River City still, yeah?”

“Hold your horses.”

Hong Xiaoyu exhaled in relief, “Perfect, join me for a meal this evening.”

“Wrapped things up already?”

Jiang Chen ribbed him lightly.

Hong Xiaoyu sounded sheepish, “Couldn't contribute much; the academy's taken charge, lodging my dorm mate's folks at an inn, and now we're just pending word from the cops.”

He'd overlooked it sooner; bringing it up before the duo of chiefs might've sped things along a bit.

“Alright, where at?”

“I'll ping you my spot shortly.”

“Got it.”

“Bro, is Sister Fang Qing with you?”

Hong Xiaoyu inquired abruptly. Probing about Fang Qing held no surprise, but his voice carried an uneasy edge, laced with remorse, like he'd slipped up somehow.

Jiang Chen eyed Qing Mei nearby and addressed the phone on the table: “I'll pass it on to her, and we'll head over this evening.”

Yet he'd misread the intent.

“Bro...”

Hong Xiaoyu faltered, words catching in his throat.

Jiang Chen, sharp as ever, sensed the undercurrent of trouble, though snatching up the phone then would've seemed too obvious.

Viewing Qing Gege as some outsider?

“Out with it.”

Jiang Chen grew intrigued by the kid's hidden worry.

“Xue Ying's joining us tonight as well.”

Hong Xiaoyu clarified, oblivious to the scene unfolding there.

Duan Xueying.

The cherished daughter of Duan Zhongxin, head of the Jinhai Han City division.

She'd once tagged along with Miss Shi for a dinner outing.

Refined and polite.

Graceful and intelligent.

The picture of elite feminine poise.

Though both hailed from privilege, she and Shi Qianxi stood worlds apart.