I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2155 - 1381: Second Update

The rays of sun in the North Fourth Ring cut into sharp geometric patterns.

Right at the zebra crossing.

Cao Jinse pulled her homegrown new-energy car to a halt.

"Aren't you going a little too low-profile?"

Jiang Chen muttered under his breath.

Opting for a domestic ride works, and a new-energy model is okay too, yet Cao Jinse's version felt downright ordinary. Back when it debuted, it likely ran just over two hundred grand, blending right into the urban flow without drawing eyes.

"These days, homegrown new-energy rides are booming, even hitting the million mark; why stick with basics?"

Jiang Chen proposed.

He half-expected Jiang Chen might offer one as a gift.

"No thanks."

Cao Jinse shot back plainly.

"Why the holdout?"

"I refuse to play the fool," General Manager Cao stated bluntly.

"..."

Jiang Chen took no offense, just chuckled and replied, "If folks like you skip supporting them, how will domestic new-energy cars ever advance?"

Cao Jinse clutched the wheel tighter, "I grabbed this ride when new-energy tech was barely kicking off. Sure, progress has surged ahead now, but dropping a million on one still doesn't feel right."

See that.

That's what sticking to principles looks like.

That's pure logic in action.

Everything laid out straight.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Sharp horn blasts echoed from the rear.

Yet the light stayed red, nowhere near green.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The tailing ride was a classic heavy hitter, a million-dollar Lincoln Navigator, pure American brute force on wheels. It acted rushed, blaring non-stop.

Turned out Cao Jinse had slipped into the right-turn and straight lane by mistake, holding up the turning rig.

Cao Jinse showed no ego, spotting her error quick, so she shifted right away, twisting the wheel to hug the curb and clear room for the other to swing through.

Princess Cao stayed fair-minded, though the driver likely figured she moved too sluggishly. As they passed, the window dropped halfway, and a hard stare shot their way.

The Navigator's driver fit the beast, a hefty chunk of a man with a mug packed in rugged bulk, topping it off bald. One look screamed troublemaker, the sort cops shake down at stations.

In plain terms.

He screamed gangster vibe.

But as all know, no syndicates roam Shen Zhou, especially not in the capital.

The stare-down was minor, blockage forgivable, but the real snag was Boss Jiang riding shotgun, shielding Cao Jinse like a barrier. Thus, every glare from the foe landed square on him.

Total unwarranted hassle.

Street-smart Boss Jiang shrugged it off, no window drop to snap "What's your problem," just chilled beside Cao Jinse, biding time for the light.

Sudden "bang" rang out.

Glancing back, the Navigator had smashed into a delivery rider.

Looked like the chunky owner fixated too hard on glaring at Jiang Chen, losing track of the road.

Hence why driving demands full attention.

The rider and bike tumbled hard, the insulated box on the cycle popping open, contents scattering wild.

From the outfit.

He hailed from Kangaroo deliveries.

A giant brought low won't bow easy.

Scratch that.

A faded powerhouse outmuscles a pony. Sure, Great Wall's dive into deliveries stung Kangaroo deep, but it remains a top duo battle.

The Navigator braked, the bald heavy hitter leaped out fuming, skipping any check on the downed rider to jab a finger straight at Cao Jinse's ride, bellowing curses.

Even on a bargain box under thirty grand, the insulation held solid; inside, Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse caught no words, but the raging posture screamed ugly talk.

Fault in giving way?

"Stay put, you could catch a fist,"

Jiang Chen cautioned.

"..."

After jabbing and ranting at the car awhile, the bald heavy finally tackled the wreck, circling to the impact spot, still dodging the rider's state to inspect his own damage. Spotting dings and scraped paint on the side, his jowls quivered anew.

"Zooming like that, rushing to your next life?!"

Done blasting Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse, he pivoted to rip into the grounded Kangaroo rider.

The helmeted Kangaroo guy appeared mostly fine, but his e-bike took a beating, mirror busted, orders strewn about.

"You're the hitter, you blind to road rules?"

Not all cower before cash or clout. The heavy looked loaded and scary, yet this Kangaroo rider stood firm, planted on the pavement, debating with facts.

"Turners yield to straights, and this is a pedestrian path, law basics!"

Impressive.

Every trade demands smarts.

The bald heavy boiled, yet tongue-tied. Everyone knows autos defer to e-bikes, and the rider's points rang true; any cop would pin blame fully on him.

He clammed up, stormed back to his door, flung it wide for fresh shouts at Cao Jinse and Jiang Chen, then fished his wallet from within, yanked a fat wad of bills—maybe a grand or so—and stomped over to toss it at the rider.

"Grab it and scram!"

Big shot acts the part.

Cash flows loose.

No cop call in sight.

"That's chump change for panhandlers? Head's spinning, sight's fuzzy, ears buzzing, gut churning—I need full hospital scans."

The bald heavy's face soured at that, instantly clocking the rider's shakedown play. Fury spiked, eyes bulging like bells, glare savage.

"Who do you think you are, beat it or I'll flatten you!"

Era's shifted.

Particularly in Kyoto, empowering the everyday folk.

This Kangaroo rider showed grit and spine, snatching his fallen phone to punch in the cops.

The bald heavy, fury bubbling, spun and booted the e-bike repeatedly, even mashing the spilled grub underfoot.

Doom spells a skipped lunch today, maybe a slammed rating for Kangaroo, but the rider brushed it off, eyeing the brute as easy pickings; post-call, he sprawled out flat, shrugging off gawkers, set on scoring big.

Hauling for pennies all shift!

"Done staring?"

After soaking in the spectacle, Jiang Chen noticed Cao Jinse still idled, hadn't rolled; he nudged her gently.

Who'd guess General Manager Cao nursed a youthful spark.

Only then did Cao Jinse ease off the brake, slipping past the jammed Navigator.

The raging bald heavy glimpsed it by chance, arm shooting up fast.

"Halt! You ain't leaving!"

He aimed to clog the lane, but the e-ride's burst outpaced him, zipping clear of the crossing in a blink.

Via the mirror, they spied the heavy clinging to his wrath, hurling profanities at their fading tail.

In the car's mirror, Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse's gazes locked, then "puff," laughter exploded from them both.