I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2244 - 1429: So Cool

Yucai International School.

A direct and simple name.

It was once exclusively for children of Japanese staff posted in China and other Japanese individuals. Afterward, it began accepting students from all backgrounds without any limits, evolving into a genuine multicultural international academy.

The reason for its abrupt universal opening remains a mystery, yet countless families have reaped the rewards.

For instance.

Families with a strong affinity for Japan or business links there.

The Range Rover parked across diagonally from Yucai International belongs to such a person. He labors at a foreign trade firm primarily serving Japanese clients. His ties to Japan heavily influence his earnings, which in turn shape his family's living standards.

Thus, upon learning that Yucai International School, previously restricted to Japanese nationals, had removed all barriers, he seized the opportunity swiftly, just like numerous others, and rushed to enroll his junior high son.

Naturally.

Yucai School has a fixed capacity for students, sparking intense rivalry for spots. Fortunately, his firm enjoys longstanding, cordial partnerships with Japanese entities, allowing him to pull strings and secure his son's admission amid the fierce contest.

The value of quality education is unquestionable.

However, enrolling his son at Yucai isn't solely for the boy's prospects. East Sea boasts plenty of top-tier schools. Largely, it's for his own benefit too.

Even after full openness, most pupils at Yucai remain offspring of Japanese expatriates in China.

Some hail from top executives at Japanese conglomerates, or even diplomats' kids stationed here.

Should his son befriend those children and forge bonds, it could propel his own professional path someday.

The more successful someone becomes, the more strategic their moves. With a seven-figure salary, bonuses, and perks, he sustains a lavish family life effortlessly. Zou Wenchang reclined in the Range Rover's leather seat, savoring a slow drag from his cigarette.

School dismissal brought a swarm of vehicles for pickups, some handled by nannies or chauffeurs.

Japanese pupils mostly board, so child-fetchers are predominantly local Shen Zhou families, all wealthy or influential like him.

Observing the bustling activity at the gates, Zou Wenchang puffed away calmly, utterly relaxed.

His household employs servants too, sparing him such errands. But after clinching a major deal lately, he's elated, so he skipped the servant today and embraced his paternal role personally.

"Shush..."

The window descended leisurely, venting the smoke. For a junior high student, a short wait harms no one. In the old days, kids walked to school independently anyway.

Suddenly, a burly Cadillac passed, instantly drawing Zou Wenchang's gaze.

Luxury rides are commonplace. His own Range Rover is an extravagance beyond most folks' reach, yet this Cadillac variant isn't sold locally and matches his style impeccably.

What guy resists a massive, aggressive, rugged metal monster like that?

He'd pick the Cadillac over Range Rover if possible.

Of course.

Absence from markets doesn't mean nonexistence. Society thrives in grays. Exclusive imports like this Cadillac circulate despite restrictions.

Polar bears remain safeguarded wildlife.

Ever spotted a full polar bear pelt as a seat cover?

Tourists shell out for Forbidden City glimpses; others crash there overnight.

Viewpoint shapes reality.

Capable folks abound.

No matter one's elite status—corporate higher-up, societal winner—Zou Wenchang stayed unfazed. His intrigue arose purely from admiring this Hollywood-favorite model as it halted nearby.

Evidently.

Here for a school pickup too.

The chauffeur stayed put.

The back door swung open.

Initially fixated on the vehicle, Zou Wenchang glanced casually, then his eyes widened in shock, as if beholding a goddess!

A woman emerged.

One with retro hair and simple cotton-linen attire.

Even her grounded foot sported rare cloth shoes in modern times.

Zou Wenchang's thoughts froze, overwhelmed by stark incongruity and dreamlike unreality.

Time travel?

This Cadillac passenger clashed with the school gate vibe entirely, yet she magnetically drew all eyes, dimming her surroundings into insignificance.

He knew zilch about photography, but he vividly felt a photographer's epiphany.

What was that poem line?

Numerous moms arrived for kids, some servants stunningly pretty, but this woman eclipsed them all upon exiting.

Zou Wenchang had known countless women—truthfully, bedded many. Beyond his wife, he maintained mistresses nationwide. No need for moral judgments; which tycoon avoids dalliances?

His boss's flings surpass some folks' contact lists.

Despite his "extensive exploits," he stood mesmerized, soul ensnared, eyes glued as she crossed the street unwittingly.