I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2195 - 1402: Gasoline Cars and New Energy Vehicles (Part 2)

But that’s just how life goes.

One always craves companions for casual conversations.

"How’s business at your firm these days?"

The woman with long hair inquired abruptly.

Wei Wei’s eyebrows knitted together a bit, sensing something off more than before.

How had this bond endured for so long without her learning a single thing about the other person?

With no vested interests or other ties, it stayed effortless, allowing silly banter and honest exchanges freely.

Mostly, she chattered away, while the other remained quiet, seldom mentioning her Qicai Technology.

"It’s thriving. Booming."

Modesty wasn’t in her character at all.

"If you run into any issues, let me know."

The woman suggested.

"..."

Wei Wei hesitated briefly, her face turning grave, "What’s actually happening?"

She fixed her eyes on the other intensely, her stare sharp like an X-ray, "You’re not dying from some disease, right?"

Fine.

She’d jumped the gun.

Friendships with her demand a certain level of endurance.

"I’ll be away for some time."

The woman took a sip of water and mentioned casually, her refined features as composed as always.

"Where are you headed?"

The woman went quiet.

That explained why she knew zilch about her until this point.

Wei Wei excelled at navigating social bonds, yet her nosiness often overrode caution. Still, even when she pressed, it meant nothing since the other ignored unwanted queries.

"When do you plan to return?"

"I’m not sure."

This time around, she didn’t pretend not to hear, but this reply weighed heavily on Wei Wei’s chest.

"Might not return at all."

She juggled several male companions, treating it as mere fun. Yet right now, Wei Wei felt the sting of a split, like a bullet had struck her.

Parting with a dear longtime pal hits hard in life’s journey.

"Listen, I didn’t step out today to feel down. If you’re going, spill it—why?"

The long-haired woman shot her a look.

Clearly.

It wasn’t one-sided for Wei Wei alone.

Bonds of friendship flow both ways.

Or else she wouldn’t bother with a personal farewell.

"Because this place never truly felt like home to me."

"So where’s your real spot? Mars? Are you even from Earth? Tech hasn’t advanced to space hopping yet. You’re stuck here."

The woman stayed unmoved, "Should your firm face problems, I could attempt to..."

Wei Wei cut her off sharply.

"Is that your parting present? You’ve bailed me out countless times, whether you own up to it or not, that’s fact. Qicai Technology owes its success to you—I get it—but I skip mentioning it since we’re pals; no thanks needed among friends. But now? You’re ditching me forever and still won’t explain why. Am I even your friend?"

The woman held her peace, listening silently till she wrapped up.

"You ought to realize you can’t assist me."

"Maybe?!"

Wei Wei’s eyes lost their playful spark, now fierce and resolute, "If I can’t fix it, I’ll give it my all anyway."

The long-haired woman regarded her, a faint ripple crossing her expression as her lips curved gently.

"Thank you."

Wei Wei never voiced gratitude first, but here she’d beaten her to it.

"Don’t thank me like that!"

Wei Wei declared firmly, "What’s truly going on?"

The woman fell quiet once more; Ning Jing took another drink of water.

Wei Wei fumed until her head spun, feeling utterly powerless. Then, an idea sparked in her thoughts.

"I might not, but a friend of mine could—she’s incredible."

With that, Wei Wei pulled out her phone, "I’ve got her number; just say what’s up, and I’ll call her."

...

Unless I’m wrong.

The ‘she’ in question had to be Princess Cao, whom she’d encountered only once.

Who claims women can’t form real friendships?

To aid her, Wei Wei pulled out all stops, even humbling herself.

Even today, Wei Wei remains clueless about that young ‘rich lady’s’ identity, and the long-haired woman knows even less.

She kept her cool, simply setting the empty glass aside.

Their encounters were always short, timed by chance alone.

Yet following this goodbye, they probably...

Wei Wei rose abruptly and spun about.

"What’s your actual name?"

The graceful figure halted for a split second.

"Hu Die."

........

As twilight lamps began to glow.

Hu Die swung open the car door and slid inside.

Unlike Wei Wei, no trace of sorrow showed on her visage.

She yanked off the back support, and the electric vehicle smoothly exited the underground lot, no second thoughts.

City lights mirrored the endless crowd below.

The electric ride glided effortlessly amid the crowded streets, akin to a leaf adrift.

Elevate the view to the city’s skyline, peering down: two conventional gas vehicles trailed—pure chance or deliberate, hard to say—since when had they shadowed that steady red electric car?

Left veer.

Left veer.

Right veer.

Left veer.

The trio held formation tight, none lagging.

Mere fluke seemed improbable.

Not everyone shares the exact route in this world.

At the front, Hu Die focused forward, ignoring the side mirror, apparently oblivious to pursuers.

Navigating city thoroughfares, gas cars struggle against electrics—sprinters they are, while gas ones shine in endurance runs.

Likely for that reason, the pair hung back, and after close to thirty minutes, they couldn’t take it anymore.

One gas vehicle changed lanes and accelerated. Surpassing both, the driver cut right, breaching the solid barrier to reclaim his spot.

And right up front.

Sat the leading red electric vehicle.

"Bang."

Breaching the line showed this driver scorned traffic laws; such recklessness often spells crashes, and sure enough, he cut in blind and too close, his right bumper clipping the taillight ahead, sending a sharp jolt.

Rear-end smash plus unlawful crossing.

Undeniably his error.

The red electric wasn’t pricey, about one to two hundred grand. Insurance would barely hike rates. Yet this gas driver, maybe pinching pennies, skipped coverage, and post-crash, refused to halt—instead, he gunned it, fleeing madly.

This is...

Aiming for hit-and-flee?

For real?

Roads brim with cameras everywhere.

Or wagering no dash cam on the other?

Perhaps.

Drunk behind the wheel?

Whatever the cause, the guilty gas vehicle showed no signs of stopping, swiftly turning the struck electric’s view into fading taillights.

Hu Die surely sensed the impact, yet she neither braked nor used her electric’s speed to pursue; instead, she serenely observed the offender speed off.

Zoom into her vehicle’s interior.

Ah.

No dash cam fitted there either.

"Thud."

Why does misfortune double up like this?

Not long after the bump.

The car lurched once more,

as a second gas vehicle zipped alongside and overtook.

But unlike the prior culprit, this one moved at a slower clip.

Concerned she might lose pace?

Getting struck twice so quickly is rare, and oddly, neither driver bothered stopping.

Hu Die eyed the ‘not distant, casually sauntering’ car ahead, her mouth quirking, eyes steady; maybe then noticing the missing dash cam, she slammed the accelerator.

"Vroom!"

The electric’s boost surged instantly.

Ahead.

Within the offending ride, occupied by more than just the pilot, passengers glimpsed the red electric closing in via the mirror, all flashing wicked, savage grins.

"She’s hooked—draw her near."

"Vroom!"

The gas engine bellowed mightily.

The conventional vehicle acted like it guarded its throne, rev counter whirling wildly, gearing up to clash with the pursuing electric!