I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2410 - 1525: Zhou Xingchi’s Movies (2)

"Let’s have a drink, just the two of us."

"Cheers!"

At the dinner table, Zhang Zhongquan remained oblivious to the father and son’s hushed conversation, his entire focus fixed upon Jiang Chen.

This kid.

No matter what you say.

His conversational skills are genuinely not bad.

Or perhaps more accurately.

The Fang family’s daughter has done an excellent job of brainwashing him.

To put it more plainly.

He has essentially been molded into a complete simp.

Despite Zhang Zhongquan’s fear of his wife, he harbors a deep disdain for simps, feeling utterly ashamed to be associated with them. What is there to discuss with a simp, anyway?

Just drink.

He raised his glass towards Jiang Chen. "Mm, you're absolutely right, so you'd best cherish her. Once you let Qing Qing slip away, you'll never encounter such a wonderful girl again."

"If I miss out on Qing Qing, there's still Rui Rui, Qian Qian, Sisi... Uncle Fang, you flatter me."

Fang Qing finally spoke up.

Zhang Zhongquan was caught completely off guard, not grasping the situation, and could only offer a foolish grin.

However, Jiang Chen's heart pounded intensely as he listened.

Rui Rui, Qian Qian, Sisi...

Fortunately, she omitted Xi Xi or Zhi Zhi.

No, wait a minute.

How could there possibly be a Zhi Zhi in the first place.

Even so, the mention was enough to make him squirm uncontrollably in his seat, a cold sweat breaking out across his back.

Qing Gege appeared to be seated high above, observing the unfolding events with detachment, yet in reality, she perceived everything with absolute clarity, her heart as bright and luminous as a mirror!

"Uncle, drink."

Jiang Chen lifted his glass, choosing to set aside any lingering grudges.

"Drink, drink."

Zhang Zhongquan, still grinning foolishly, felt nothing significant, but the single word "uncle" resonated with a complex mix of emotions for everyone else present.

Recalling the destitute circumstances and hardships this child endured while growing up, Jiang Huazi couldn't help but feel her eyes welling up with tears.

The alcohol within the bottle continued to diminish.

As it emptied, a sense of intoxication gradually crept across the faces of the men.

The most jovial among them, Zhang Zhongquan, was becoming noticeably drunk. When a man consumes too much alcohol, his true thoughts often spill out unguarded.

"Sis, regarding Jiang Chen's apartment, are you still planning to keep it or not? If not, just transfer it over to me. I'll buy it for three hundred thousand."

"Three hundred thousand? Do you even have that much money?"

"I don't know right now, but once I deal with that other apartment, won't I have it then?"

Well, that's just great.

The calculating motive is evident and clear.

They had just managed a slight easing of tensions, and the nephew seemed to be letting go of his past troubles, yet he immediately resumed his scheming.

Jiang Huazi truly loathed that he would never be what anyone hoped for.

"Three hundred thousand? You must be dreaming! Sanjian Courtyard is scheduled for demolition this year. When it's relocated to Bibo Road, what value will your three hundred thousand even have!"

Zhang Zhongquan's inherent sense of shame was already minimal, and with the alcohol further clouding his judgment, he remained unfazed even when his cousin exposed his avarice.

"In any case, Jiang Chen is so wealthy now, isn't one apartment practically insignificant to him? Sell it to me, his uncle, at a slightly reduced price—what's so wrong with that?"

"Heh. So now you remember you're his uncle? Don't you think it's a tad too late? When that boy desperately needed his family, where were you?"

"Sis, there's no benefit in dwelling on the past."

"If you desire shelter, you must cultivate your own tree. Don't claim to be merely his cousin-uncle; even if he were your own son, if you didn't raise him, he bears no obligation to support you!"

"Huazi, what you just stated is absolutely correct."

Fang Weiguo, also partially inebriated, joined the conversation, picking up where she left off. "Zhongquan, just cease contemplating that apartment. That property is the sole inheritance Old Jiang bequeathed to Jiang Chen. Even if he were to agree to give it to you, I certainly would not."

"Brother Fang, I'm not asking for it gratis; I am prepared to pay. How about four hundred thousand?"

"No amount is acceptable!"

Fueled by the alcohol, Fang Weiguo declared with unyielding resolve. "Even if Sanjian Courtyard undergoes demolition and relocation to Bibo Road, our two families will remain neighbors."

Ah, so that's the reason.

Realization dawned upon Zhang Zhongquan, his face flushing a deep red before he let out a laugh. "Brother Fang, Qing Qing already has a boyfriend, and you still intend for them to reside across the hall? Doesn't that strike you as awkward? Wouldn't it be more fitting if I were to move in instead?"

"Awkward how? Even if their generation doesn't find that destined connection, perhaps the children they have in the future might!"

"Dad!"

So, he intends to perpetuate the tradition of child-betrothal?

"Pay him no mind, he’s had too much to drink."

Pan Hui quickly pulled at Fang Weiguo.

Jiang Chen lowered his gaze, his focus solely on his own contemplation.

"I am not drunk."

Fang Weiguo stated, "If that brat Jiang Chen possesses the courage, he can simply choose never to return here again. Otherwise, we shall await the moment and see who truly experiences awkwardness."

Jiang Huazi and her husband exchanged glances.

Mm.

He was nearly drunk, but certainly not to the point of being completely inebriated. Otherwise, why would he resort to speaking in the third person? The brat he mentioned was seated right there.

"Jiang, you don't mind, do you?" Having uttered these words, Fang Weiguo actually turned his gaze towards Jiang Chen.

Talk about a loaded question!

Hong Xiaoyu's own mind was a bit hazy. He had ceased drinking after just one more glass, having reached his limit. Yet, he remained in a state of astonishment.

He had previously considered Uncle Fang to be an ordinary working man. Now, however, it seemed that the older the ginger, the spicier it truly was!

"Of course, I don't mind." Jiang Chen managed a forced smile, swallowing his unspoken thoughts along with his bitterness.

"Then it's settled. Regardless of what transpires between you two in the future, you must have a son to compensate for the losses my daughter has endured."

"Dad!" Fang Qing nearly leaped to her feet, but a hand PULLed her back. "Calm down. Uncle Fang is intoxicated."

"Hahaha, Brother Fang, I'm with you on that! If they can't have a son the first time, then a second child, a third child. The policy has been relaxed anyway, they can go all out..." Zhang Zhongquan, completely emboldened, shouted with unrestrained laughter.

"Shut up!" Jiang Huazi snapped at him.

"I'll take him to lie down for a bit. You all continue eating." Pan Hui forcibly escorted Fang Weiguo away from the table, grumbling under her breath, "Are you trying to get yourself killed! What kind of nonsense is this when you're drunk?"

"So, Brother Fang is also afraid of his wife." Zhang Zhongquan chuckled until he could barely breathe.

"Get him out of here." Jiang Huazi instructed her husband.

Hong Ou could still hold his liquor quite well. As the host, he naturally had to remain somewhat sober. With everyone drinking this much, it was about time to wind things down anyway. He supported Zhang Zhongquan to his feet.

"If you don't leave now, your sister is going to explode."

"Let her explode." Zhang Zhongquan waved his hand and yelled at Jiang Chen, "Kid, remember this, you can't spoil women too much. When you need to be tough, you have to be tough..."

"You're really asking to die!" Unable to tolerate it any longer, Jiang Huazi kicked him.

Hong Ou dragged him away.

Good. Instantaneous peace.

Only the younger folks remained at the table.

"I'll start clearing these bowls. Qing Qing, no need to rush, you guys take your time eating." Jiang Huazi smoothed her hair and offered a casual smile, beginning to tidy up.

"Mom, I'll help you."

"Help with what? Sit with your brother and sister for a while."

Hong Xiaoyu wished he could escape, but there was no way out.

"Sister Pan, I'll pour Brother Fang some water."

They were doomed.

His mother had also departed.

"This duck head is really delicious. Why aren't you eating?" Jiang Chen inquired casually. Whether it was due to his tolerance for alcohol or his lingering resentment, he hadn't forgotten his cousin's earlier act of kicking him when he was down.

"Bro, I'm full, I can't eat anymore." Hong Xiaoyu offered an awkward smile. "Just now, I was merely playing along with Uncle Fang's charade. Didn't I act well? Right, Sister Fang Qing?"

He quickly sought an ally, a savior.

Fang Qing proved to be truly loyal; she immediately defended him. "If you don't want to eat, you don't have to. Why are you blaming Xiaoyu?"

"Sister Fang Qing, that's not what my brother intended." It truly put this younger brother in a difficult position, having to navigate between both parties. "Bro was eating with great enthusiasm just now. Anything Sister Fang Qing eats is definitely delightful to him!"

Dark lines appeared on Jiang Chen's forehead—akin to crows flying over the dining room.

It was definitely not because of the alcohol.

It was simply that this kid's skill level was consistently this poor.

If you don't know how to smooth things over, then don't speak utter nonsense, okay!

Of course.

A well-intentioned effort shouldn't be nitpicked.

"You have been wronged." He produced a napkin from the table.

"No. You are the one who has been wronged."

"I don't feel wronged. You are the pride of Sha City. Being your boyfriend is an honor for me." Jiang Chen wiped his mouth as he spoke, his expression serious and perfectly composed.

"You are the pride of the nation, a pillar of our people. Being your girlfriend is a glory for me."

Tsk.

They were exchanging pleasantries now.

Still.

What a perfect concluding remark.

"So, shall we shake hands?" Jiang Chen slightly raised his hand in a gesture.

Fang Qing smiled. "My hands are greasy."

Hong Xiaoyu sprang into action, jumping up and pulling out a stack of napkins. Amidst the commotion, he turned his head and asked: "Bro, Sister Fang Qing, so how many children are you planning to have?"