I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2556 - 1603: Guan Mansion (Part 2)

He stood up, walked out of the noisy barbecue shop, stood at the door, and put the phone to his ear.

"Are you free?"

"Haha, if you call, I’m always free."

Fu Zili’s voice showed no signs of intoxication, after all, he was only drinking beer.

"Feel free to instruct me; I’m ready to go through fire and water."

He joked.

"Go to the Guan Mansion tonight."

Guan Mansion.

The oldest wealthy district in Sha City, mostly villas inside, completed twenty years ago, next to Sha City’s first five-star hotel, with a back gate leading to the city park. Those who live there can be said to belong to the "old money" of Sha City.

Not much related to price.

In some places, it symbolizes identity and status.

The nouveau riche, truly lacking the confidence to live in Guan Mansion, not because they can’t afford it, but what’s the point of living there?

Guan Mansion is connected to the city park, and the park has a zoo.

What then.

Dislike the lack of animals?

To be a clown?

"I was born and raised in Sha City, yet I’ve never been inside Guan Mansion."

Fu Zili’s eyes were deep, standing under the sign of Junzi Barbecue Shop, watching the cars pass by the road day after day, grinning.

"Tonight, finally, I have a chance to take a trip."

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The night was quiet.

Stars dotted the sky.

In a three-story villa in the oldest wealthy district of Sha City, Fan Wanli, the founder of Green Land, stood on the terrace, overlooking the scenery of the "back garden."

Sha City’s city park covers a vast area, having undergone multiple expansions, it reached an astounding 70-plus hectares with lakes, mountains, pavilions, and even a zoo.

This park has witnessed the historical changes of Sha City and serves as a great place for generations of Sha City people to relax, walk, and exercise. But only one has turned the entire park into their backyard by opening a back gate.

"The person is still lying in the ICU, the situation is dangerous. Even if they survive by luck, they’ll be a cripple."

On the terrace, Fan Wanli listened to the report on the phone without a ripple of emotion, as if the other party did not describe a lively life but merely a mayfly barely visible on the distant dim lake.

"Chairman Fan, isn’t it better to lock up that Wu Laoliu inside? Nowhere is safer than inside."

"Safe? It’s just to make things easier for others. It’s only a matter of a phone call from the inspection team."

The other side was instantly silent.

The night dew was quite heavy, especially near the park, so the temperature was low, but no one came to remind Fan Wanli to add clothes or to go inside.

Of course.

Being a top-rich individual in Sha City, it’s naturally impossible not to have family.

The family simply isn’t here.

Big personalities seem to like living alone, unlike ordinary people who move their whole family in once they get a big house, the livelier the better.

After a brief silence, the phone’s voice resumed.

"Chairman Fan, why not once and for all make Wu Laoliu disappear? Only a dead person can keep a secret forever."

"Secret? Is there a secret?"

"Of course... of course not."

"Life is precious, don’t tarnish our Sha City’s public safety environment. Especially at this crucial point."

"I’m sorry, Chairman Fan, I didn’t think it through. This Wu Laoliu has no children, no parents, and his only wife ran off with someone else early on. He’s mentally unstable and a bit neurotic, so even if someone chats with him, it’s like talking to a wall. And a person with abnormal mental state is of no use for evidence."

Teach the youth.

That’s the talent needed by those at the top.

Wu Laoliu is indeed a manic, mentally unstable, but how is such a person obediently following instructions?

Solutions always outnumber difficulties.

With dedication, a way can always be found.

"Well done."

"...Chairman Fan, there’s one thing I don’t quite understand, why clean up that guy named Zhang at this particular time?"

Indeed.

Is it really urgent?

Ants can’t move house.

As long as they’re in Sha City, stomp them out at a slightly later date. Wouldn’t it be the same?

Fan Wanli himself didn’t really understand.

Of course.

This world contains many situations inherently without reason.

Green Land’s ongoing vigor and resilience, does it truly rely on its own strength?

No.

It’s due to continual nourishment from the tree planters.

So, how could he refuse what tree planters ask him to do? What qualifications does he have to refuse?

"Do your duty well."

"Sorry, Chairman Fan."

The call ended.

Fan Wanli slowly put down the phone and looked out over the quiet park in the night.

At around eight, you could vaguely see quite a few people jogging and exercising in the park, acting as part of the park’s scenery.

Of course.

Such a complete scene, few have the chance to appreciate it.

"Ding..."

The phone rang again.

Fan Wanli picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Chairman Fan, we found it, that guy named Zhang has a distant relative, also from Sha City. The ability to call lawyers to trouble us stems from this relative’s work."

"And the recent wedding that caused a stir throughout the city also relates to this relative."

Eggs cannot all be put in one basket.

Incorrect.

More accurately.

The cunning rabbit has three burrows.

To keep secrets from being widely known, the best strategy is to divide the secret into fragments.

Fan Wanli has always maintained this habit excellently.

"Wasn’t it that lawyer surnamed Fang?"

"No. The woman is just a front. There’s someone else behind it. Chairman Fan, we’ve been deceived."

"Who?"

Fan Wanli straightforwardly asked.

"His surname is Jiang, called Jiang Chen, the boss of East Sea Tianci Capital."

"Tianci Capital?"

"Yes, Chairman Fan. You should check, although Tianci Capital was established not long ago, just a few years ago, it has developed at an incredible speed. It hasn’t gone public, its assets are unfathomable, and its reach extends into many industries. The fact that our Sha City airport could open international routes is mainly due to them."

Fan Wanli was silent for a while, "A Sha City person?"

"Yes, a Sha City person. Moreover, his hometown is Sanjian Courtyard. By the way, Chairman Fan, the demolition project for Sanjian Courtyard is probably also his handiwork."

Fan Wanli inadvertently frowned.

The phone conversation, in just a few words, certainly can’t depict the whole picture, but one can see the details through the big picture.

This Tianci Capital likely surpasses their Green Land.

However.

He soon had a doubt.

Doesn’t Young Master Zhou know?

Or perhaps.

Simply doesn’t regard him at all?

Indeed.

Merchants and Officials.

Especially those born into wealth and power, accustomed to being respected, when did they ever look up to merchants stinking of money? That condescending arrogance is ingrained, he understands it deeply from this close relationship.

Don’t be fooled by the other’s courteous demeanor.

Is it out of respect?

No.

From beginning to end, the other party never put him on equal footing.

It’s only because interests are deeply intertwined so surface manners are maintained.

"Do you have his photo?"

"Yes."

"Send it to me."

The call ended, replaced by a message quickly sent over.

Fan Wanli put down the phone, opened the photo, scrutinized and examined the young man in the picture.

Boss Jiang is indeed very low-key, but living in society, leaving no trace is undeniably improbable.

Just mention his participation as a groomsman at Tie Jun’s wedding, delivering a speech on stage, it’s hard to tell how many guests caught it on camera.

The photo Fan Wanli received was Boss Jiang sharing a bouquet with Qing Mei, the spotlight on him, gentle and handsome, wearing a suit of several hundred that exuded a unique noble quality, resplendent!

Indeed, a guy easily envied by other men.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

On the second-floor terrace, Fan Wanli seemed to hear the doorbell downstairs.

At over fifty, not yet at the age where sight and hearing fade, indeed, the housekeeper came up.

"Chairman Fan, you have a visitor."

Fan Wanli closed his phone.

Tonight he didn’t seem to have any appointment for guests.

"Who?"

"He says his name is Fu Zili."