I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2216 - 1414: The Rich Helping the Poor

Boss Jiang didn't just drop by Kyoto University because he was bored. He had a promise to keep, specifically to return a book.

Things got a bit amusing when he ran into Xiugo Cao. He’d intended to return "Diary of a Madman," but accidentally handed over a fresh copy of "Utopia," which naturally earned him some good-natured ribbing.

"You’re quite the scholar, aren't you?"

Xiugo Cao, grateful that Boss Jiang had actually made the trek to return the volume, invited him for a meal once class let out. Always being one to seize an opportunity, Jiang Chen accepted without hesitation.

They didn't head to a fancy restaurant; instead, Xiugo Cao led him to the Kyoto University cafeteria. It made perfect sense, really. Unlike his sister, Teacher Cao lived on a modest salary and refrained from unnecessary luxury.

Honestly, skipping the restaurant wasn't a problem at all. The university cafeteria was actually quite impressive—clean, hygienic, economical, and boasting a massive variety of dishes.

It was just before five in the afternoon and many students remained in class, so the rush hadn't started yet. That made grabbing food a breeze. Boss Jiang strolled past the various windows with his stainless steel tray, chatting with the servers as if he were back at his own university dormitory.

There was honestly no need for him to pack his tray so full. As the cafeteria staff saw Xiugo Cao following behind to pay, they served the food with steady hands, even piling on extra portions. Despite not having a high-ranking title, Teacher Cao was well-respected and famous throughout the campus.

"Teacher Cao, it appears your card lacks sufficient funds."

The lady managing the register at the chicken drumstick counter apologized for the hitch. Even at a university cafeteria, you had to pay for your meal.

Jiang Chen stood by nonchalantly, but Xiugo Cao felt a flare of embarrassment. He offered a quick apology and hurried toward the entrance to recharge his balance.

"Please, just wait here a moment."

Jiang Chen nodded, his composure unshaken. In reality, he knew that if it weren't for his own overstuffed tray, Xiugo Cao's card would have had more than enough money to cover the meal.

"Auntie, use my card instead."

A female student stepped up and pressed her card against the reader.

She had an oval face, glowing, healthy cheeks, and a neat ponytail pulled back from a thick crown of dark hair. Notably, she didn't wear the typical glasses associated with the stereotypical bookworm.

The cafeteria lady looked toward Xiugo Cao for guidance.

"Thank you, but that won't be necessary," Xiugo Cao replied, politely declining the offer as a teacher should.

"Teacher Cao, I attend your classes often. It’s just a few coins, it's nothing."

Perhaps this was the specific reward that drove a Soul Engineer. Seeing the girl's genuine smile, Jiang Chen felt a sense of respect and chimed in, "I think the student is quite right. Respecting one's teacher is a cornerstone of our culture. It is only fitting for a student to assist when a mentor encounters a minor hurdle."

Xiugo Cao offered a look of dry amusement.

"Auntie, please, go ahead and use her card," the girl urged the cafeteria worker.

The lady abandoned her strict adherence to the rules and efficiently deducted the cost of the drumstick from the student’s balance.

"Goodbye, Teacher Cao."

"Wait, student, what is your name?" Jiang Chen called out.

Revealing her identity would certainly catch Teacher Cao's attention, perhaps opening doors for higher grades or extra credit later on. In a place like Kyoto University, the girl surely understood Jiang Chen’s implication, yet she chose not to capitalize on it.

She merely offered a graceful smile, remained silent, and walked away, her ponytail swaying with every step.

"Now I understand why Teacher Cao prefers to work here," Jiang Chen remarked, reflecting on how, in the real world, the genuine respect granted to a simple teacher can outweigh even the highest social status or pile of gold.

"You loaded up so much food—think you can honestly finish it all?" Xiugo Cao asked, a hint of human warmth creeping into his tone.

"I’ll make sure to thank Teacher Cao for the treat," Jiang Chen replied. The two men stood before the window, exchanging smiles.

They headed back to the tables where they had left the book, "Utopia." While marking seats with personal belongings isn't always the best etiquette, the cafeteria was still relatively empty, so it mattered little.

Compared to the feast Jiang Chen had assembled, Xiugo Cao’s tray looked significantly lighter. He certainly wasn't choosing based on a vegetarian diet—after all, it's been proven that such restricted eating isn't actually healthy and can sometimes harm the body.

"Did you really finish reading it?" Xiugo Cao finally questioned, casting doubt on Boss Jiang’s reading speed. "Diary of a Madman" wasn't a long read, but Jiang Chen didn't strike him as someone with a surplus of free time.

"Is this an impromptu exam, Teacher Cao?" Jiang Chen picked up his chopsticks.

The setting really did affect the conversation. Why do business deals happen in tea houses or karaoke lounges? It’s because different environments shift individual mindsets. At the Cao residence, Xiugo Cao was friendly, but he was far more relaxed sitting here in a campus cafeteria.

"You aren't even my student, so why would I test you?" Xiugo Cao picked up his own chopsticks.

Unlike his previous visit to the Cao residence to 'borrow books,' Jiang Chen felt significantly more comfortable this time around.

"Does Teacher Cao never head home for dinner during the work week?" the two chatted while they ate.

"You know how it is. If I go home, I have to cook. It's much simpler and faster to eat here at the school."

"Does she never cook for herself?"

"Not exactly. When you and Uncle Sui stopped by before, didn't she help out in the kitchen?"