I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2452 - 1549: Justice and Cash

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Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Fang Weiguo and his wife realize the paint attack was orchestrated by Green Land developers, enraging Fang Weiguo. While Pan Hui calms him, she worries about escalating tactics. Fang Weiguo decides to confront Zhang Zhongquan, who initially tries to avoid him but eventually agrees to a meeting, all while boasting to other homeowners about his "legal team." Zhang Zhongquan is clearly misrepresenting the situation, believing he is in control.

Zhang Zhongquan truly had nothing much to do.

After dinner at home, he leisurely lay on the sofa, pointing fingers at everything in the Greenfield Phase II rights defense homeowner group, bragging for over an hour until night fell, before reluctantly getting up.

What does one seek in this lifetime?

Most of the time, it’s emotional value.

In the past few days, he’s been greatly satisfied emotionally, through his own promotion, he’s clearly become the idol of the rights defending homeowners, the undisputed star of the group, receiving countless calls from others seeking advice and help.

This feeling, unless you’ve experienced it, is hard to understand.

It’s comparable to drug addiction!

To the point that he can’t stop himself, and even starts to lose a bit of his self-awareness, forgetting that not long ago he was just as anxious and worried as those owners, unable to relax for even a day.

In short.

To put it bluntly.

He’s floating.

This arrogance even led him to refuse to act subserviently when facing the Fang Family, deliberately stalling before leisurely going out.

Even though he owes a favor to the Fang Family, who stood up for him.

But a man.

Needs to stand tall.

Times have changed.

After filing a lawsuit with the court and having it accepted, Zhang Zhongquan, upon arriving at the entrance of the Sanjian Courtyard in a taxi, didn’t even feel like buying anything, considering just a while ago when he came, he brought large bundles, doing the utmost with the etiquette, investing quite a bit.

But ultimately, he thought, the contrast shouldn’t be too stark.

Hmm.

He’s also someone who understands gratitude.

So he bought some fruit at a small supermarket outside the courtyard for eighty-eight bucks, bargaining down to seventy.

It was quite late, the last business of the night, and the fruit wouldn’t be fresh overnight.

Although his cousin’s family lives here, he only came a few times.

However, things are unpredictable.

The place he once disdained, now makes his mouth water.

Thinking about how it’s soon to be demolished and moved to the best location in Sha City, he can’t help but feel a surge of envy.

And considering the shameless developers when he bought a house with his own money...

Is this fate?!

Shit!

Zhang Zhongquan kicked away a stone, turned into the building where the Fang Family and his cousin’s home were, and saw the Maserati parked downstairs.

Great.

The envy surged even more intensely.

Thinking about his own kid who’s only addicted to playing phones, consistently ranking among the last in class, and already wearing glasses in fifth grade, Zhang Zhongquan felt a deep sense of helplessness and frustration.

But he’s naturally an optimist.

As he passed the Maserati, entering the building, he left all negative emotions outside.

"Fang brother, what’s going on with the floor here? How come it’s covered in paint, I almost thought it was blood, got scared for a moment."

Zhang Zhongquan knocked on the door of the Fang Family.

Fang Weiguo, who was in a mildly calm mood, heard Zhang Zhongquan’s insensitive comment, his face involuntarily turned dark and ignored him.

Zhang Zhongquan was a bit puzzled but didn’t take it to heart, carrying the fruit inside, "Sister Pan."

Pan Hui forced a smile.

"Didn’t I tell you? Don’t bring things anymore."

"Haha, just picked it up at the door, it looks quite fresh."

Pan Hui took it.

"Oh, Jiang is here too."

Zhang Zhongquan quickly noticed Fang Qing sitting on the sofa, along with someone.

Tsk.

To be frank.

This kid actually shares the same surname with his nephew.

Could this be... fate?

Not drinking today, Zhang Zhongquan’s mind was much clearer than the day he had free food at Greenfield Phase I.

"Zhongquan, have a seat."

Pan Hui brought over a chair.

The sofa wasn’t big enough, too crowded.

"Want some water?"

"No, no, Sister Pan, no trouble at all."

Zhang Zhongquan waved his hand, then asked the slightly dejected Fang Weiguo, "Fang brother, what did you call me for?"

"Why the sudden busyness?"

Fang Weiguo used sarcasm.

It was half-past eight, pitch black outside the window, he assumed the other wouldn’t even come.

"Ah, don’t mention it, my kid is dumb as a rock, tutoring him makes me angry. Really envy Fang brother and Sister Pan, if my kid was half as smart as Qing Qing, I’d be grateful to heaven."

Relatives truly are relatives.

Even if just cousins, Zhang Zhongquan’s ability to flatter was masterful.

"Zhongquan, but don’t put too much pressure on kids, times have changed, studying isn’t the only path."

Pan Hui reassured.

"Indeed." Fang Weiguo nodded, lukewarmly said, "Think about our grades when studying. People need to accept their mediocrity, accept their children’s mediocrity. Do not impose what you don’t want upon others. Things you can’t achieve yourself, can’t be asked of the kids."

"..."

Zhang Zhongquan was speechless, finally sensing something amiss with the other.

"Fang brother, what’s wrong with you? Feeling unwell?"

"Yeah, feeling unwell here."

Fang Weiguo nodded, pointing at his chest.

"Aye!"

Zhang Zhongquan was startled, immediately looked at the two juniors on the sofa, "You guys should quickly send Fang brother to the hospital, at this age, all sorts of problems can arise, can’t be negligent."

"It’s a heartache."

Fang Weiguo said in a deep voice.

Zhang Zhongquan turned back, "Heartache? Heart disease?"

"..."

Pan Hui, helpless, stopped playing a guessing game.

"Zhongquan, let me ask you something, did you happen to talk about Qing Qing acting as your lawyer?"

Zhang Zhongquan slightly frowned, his small eyes darting testily, "Why does Sister Pan say that?"

"Just answer yes or no."

Fang Weiguo demanded.

Zhang Zhongquan’s eyes rolled, remaining silent.

"Did you say it?"

"Fang brother, I just mentioned it in passing, being able to have such a niece is my glory, isn’t it also yours, Fang brother?"