I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2389 - 1513: Wedding Banquet

"Where do you reside?"

Down the mountain.

The Maserati began to move away from Baoshan Cemetery.

"At home, naturally,"

Jiang Chen replied with a straightforward tone.

"Hasn’t the courtyard been demolished yet?"

"Not yet. The new residential compound has a roof, but it will be a few more months before we can officially move in. By this New Year, it’s likely no one will remain in the old courtyard."

"Isn’t that a positive development? Moving into a new home before the New Year certainly brings a fresh atmosphere."

The Sanjian Courtyard was originally a housing area for laid-off workers, the very place where Jiang Chen and Fang Qing spent their childhoods. Over time, many of the structures had begun to show their age, with some deteriorating to the point of being declared unsafe. For instance, in the very apartment building that housed Jiang Chen’s family, the electrical wiring in the stairwell had become faulty. While passable during daylight, the darkness at night made it perilous for the elderly navigating the stairs, posing a significant danger. The courtyard should have faced demolition years prior, but the government encountered financial difficulties, leaving them unable to proceed with the plans despite annual announcements. However, it was Jiang Chen’s eventual intervention that finally set the long-delayed demolition of the Sanjian Courtyard into motion, illustrating the principle that when one person finds success, those connected to them often share in the benefits. This underscores the importance of maintaining good relationships with others, as one never knows when a neighbor might achieve prosperity and extend their good fortune.

"Are you quite certain you wish to forgo keeping your family home?"

"What purpose would that serve?"

"It holds sentimental value. Tong Dan speculated that perhaps in a few years, your former residence could be designated the ’Jiang Chen Former Residence,’ becoming a notable tourist attraction for promotional activities."

Jiang Chen let out a soft chuckle.

"Her imagination is quite vivid, turning my old home into a tourist destination. Even if the visitors felt no shame, I certainly would."

"Just proceed with the demolition. As citizens of Sha City, we ought to support the government’s initiatives. If everyone else’s home is torn down, but mine remains, wouldn’t that foster a sense of class disparity?"

"Have you joined the Party?" Fang Qing inquired.

"No. I remain a proud, card-carrying member of the Young Pioneers."

The Maserati navigated through the ancient East Gate city wall, made a right turn, followed the one-way street skirting the walls, and subsequently entered Zhang Juzheng Street, paved with cobblestones. The East Gate stands as arguably the most frequented gateway within the Inner City District, serving as a common stopping point for tour buses arriving from outside. The aging Sanjian Courtyard, situated there, presented a stark contrast, resembling a forgotten relic of history that significantly detracted from Sha City’s overall image. Certain elements of the past are meant to fade with time, yet the indelible marks they leave on our hearts endure eternally.

"Let’s procure some items."

Adjacent to the convenience store at the courtyard’s entrance, Jiang Chen motioned to halt the vehicle.

"There's no necessity for that."

"A fair exchange is only proper." Even when he was destitute, Jiang Chen consistently displayed courtesy. During his summer and winter breaks, he would always bring gifts for Fang Weiguo and his wife, irrespective of their monetary worth, a practice he continued and even amplified now. He purposefully exited the car.

"Didn’t I just visit Uncle Jiang and them without bringing anything?"

Jiang Chen found himself momentarily speechless, then offered a smile and remarked, "That situation was different."

"Do you truly perceive yourself as a guest? If you were to bring gifts, my parents would likely be displeased. You have already extended more than enough kindness to them."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen did not press the matter further, not solely due to her words. A significant factor was the likelihood of Fang Qing engaging in an argument with him if he persisted. Regardless of his contributions to the Sanjian Courtyard or Sha City as a whole, in Qing Gege’s perception, he was perpetually viewed as the neighbor’s boy who frequented her home for meals, devoid of any extraordinary aura."You were the one who advised me against making any purchases."

As the Maserati entered the courtyard, it immediately drew the attention of bystanders. Though the Sanjian Company had long ceased to exist following the reforms of state-owned enterprises, life invariably found its way. After being laid off, the workers and their families from the courtyard forged their own paths, ensuring no one went hungry, with many achieving considerable success. Jiang Chen and Fang Qing served as prime examples, much like Fu Zili, who prospered in Sha City. Despite his current incarceration, imprisonment does not necessarily signify an end. On the contrary, within the context of a smaller city, it might be perceived as a peculiar experience, akin to the indelible marks left by a resilient individual. A notable number of residents within the Sanjian Courtyard now owned vehicles, but an expensive Maserati, valued at over a million yuan, was an exceptional sight. Everyone recognized the owner of the car, bestowing upon him respect, warmth, and even looks of admiration. The common populace is generally straightforward and sincere. They hold in high regard those individuals who possess the capacity to benefit them.

Does everyone not know that a golden phoenix has already arisen from thus courtyard?

"It's best if you don't wander around the courtyard right now, or you'll certainly be swarmed. It's common knowledge that your substantial funding was the catalyst for the demolition plan's approval."

"How did the news get out?"

"There's no such thing as a wall that doesn't let the wind pass through. Plus, you know my father; he might not brag about me as his daughter, but with your current achievements, how could he possibly refrain from mentioning them?"

Jiang Chen let out a speechless chuckle.

His Uncle Fang truly treated him as if he were his own son.

"Nevertheless, you should still suggest to Uncle Fang that he practices more low-profile behavior. Wealth ought not to be flaunted; caution is needed to avoid attracting criminal attention."

This was, in essence, a playful jest.

It is indeed a fact that wealth should not be ostentatiously displayed.

However, Sha City is so diminutive; anyone with a modicum of awareness knows precisely which formidable figures reside within and outside its boundaries.

Prior to his current endeavors, Fu Zili was undeniably a major player in the underworld, and, it must be said, he continues to be so.

And Fang Qing?

A distinguished, gold-medal-winning lawyer from a first-tier city.

Not to mention Jiang Chen himself, that supreme being, the Tathagata Buddha.

Sha City was formerly known as Pirate City, yet even its most rapacious inhabitants possess a certain shrewdness.

The Maserati smoothly glided into a residential complex and came to a halt directly beneath one of the buildings.

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing exited the vehicle and ascended the stairs, proceeding towards their respective apartment doors.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Fang Qing rapped on the door, calling out, "Mom."

There was no response from within.

"Did you forget your keys?"

Jiang Chen inquired.

"Indeed not."

"Then please, come over to my place for a while."

Jiang Chen extended a warm invitation and promptly retrieved his apartment key.

"Creak, creak..."

The aged wooden door, resembling a frail elder on his final breath, swung open with a trembling groan. Surprisingly, no dust manifested within. While not pristine, the interior appeared reasonably tidy, hardly indicative of a dwelling long left unoccupied.