I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2557 - 1604: One Piece

The outdated product from twenty years ago, to be honest, its structure and layout have long been obsolete in today’s rapidly changing world.

But when stepping into this villa, at the moment of crossing the threshold, Fu Zili couldn’t help but grind his foot deeply into the ground.

Perhaps this is a form of.

A feeling of entering the home.

"Please follow me."

The villa is rather dim, lacking any sense of splendor, and when the lights are turned on, they flicker like the dying breath of an old man, on the verge of extinguishing, as if the villa owner is ready to sleep with no intention of hosting guests.

If it were an ordinary person, they would likely start considering whether it’s a bad time to visit, but is Fu Zili someone who second-guesses himself?

Certainly not.

He followed the nanny through the front hall with no embarrassment or awkwardness, arriving at the backyard with ease and confidence.

Through the glass door, one can see a solitary figure sitting under the eaves, the quiet night casting its shade on him, yes, the atmosphere is intense.

Fu Zili tightened the briefcase tucked under his arm.

Indeed,

he did not come empty-handed.

Whether the briefcase contains gifts is unknown.

"Squeak."

The nanny, estimated to be in her forties or fifties, pushed open the glass door, "Please."

Fu Zili felt no apprehension, didn’t even need any preparation, and stepped directly into the backyard, calmly walking towards the motionless figure, initiating conversation.

"Chairman Fan."

Neither humble nor arrogant.

Full of vigor.

The other person moved slightly but didn’t turn to look at him, their gaze fixed on the lush backyard.

"Do we know each other?"

"I thought Chairman Fan had fallen asleep."

Fu Zili placed the briefcase on the round table between the chairs, too casually, lacking any awareness of a first-time visit.

"If Chairman Fan doesn’t recognize me, how could I be standing here?"

"Just because I don’t know you, I want to know why you came here."

"Many want to meet Chairman Fan, but very few succeed, I believe it wasn’t mere luck for me."

With those words, Fu Zili sat down without waiting for the host to speak.

He truly doesn’t see himself as a guest.

Even without seeing the whole face, one can sense a smile from the other person, though the laughter isn’t as kind as on a TV screen, maybe due to the environment, a heavy, wealth-influenced presence mixed with a bit of chill.

"Didn’t expect someone wild in the streets to be so eloquent."

"I said Chairman Fan surely knows me. Fu Zili feels honored."

Judging from Fu Zili’s demeanor, this honor is certainly not just empty pleasantry.

Indeed.

He is a somewhat black-and-white figure on the streets, likely quite famous in Sha City’s underworld, capable of making ordinary merchants tremble.

But who is Fan Wanli?

In business, there are tiers.

All the "bosses" in Sha City probably seem no different than the security guards at Guan Mansion’s entrance to this Green Land chairman.

No.

Perhaps even less than security.

So how can he not feel honored being able to enter this villa and sit beside the other?

In the past, not exaggerated at all, he wouldn’t dare dream of such a thing.

"Is there something you need from me?"

After the nanny left, she didn’t return, not even a cup of tea was poured.

Yet it makes sense.

Fu Zili genuinely doesn’t see himself as a guest, not only sitting uninvited but in a notably relaxed and casual posture, at least he didn’t cross his legs given the other was an elder.

"I’m here specifically to relieve Chairman Fan of trouble."

"Hehe, hehe..."

With that, laughter that sounded wealthy became clearer and more "joyful" than before, adding warmth to the atmosphere.

Fu Zili took it calmly.

"Only those making waves in any field truly stand out, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard such interesting remarks."

"If Chairman Fan finds it interesting then good, I was afraid he wouldn’t be pleased and would send me away."

Fu Zili gazed at the rather unimpressive backyard.

To climb from a dilapidated unemployed workers’ complex to this height step by step, surely in some people’s eyes, he might not match a gatekeeping guard’s status, but he’s relied entirely on himself, his ambition.

Ambitious people never passively wait, always know that what they desire must be fought for by themselves.

Yes.

Fight for it.

Just like running.

No matter how good a friend, they can only push you from behind not drag you forward, ultimately how far you run depends on your own effort.

"Since Chairman Fan isn’t preparing to send me away, we can have a good chat."

After a quiet pause, Fu Zili spoke again, suggesting he’s granted ample reaction time already, and if he intended to drive away, it should have been those earlier silent ten seconds, from now on he shouldn’t casually send people off.

Fan Wanli never looked directly at him, only offering an unguessable profile.

In some places, entering doesn’t mean belonging.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about Wu Liux, Zhang Zhongquan, Gao Xingrong, and your company’s leadership represented by Lu Xu."

Fan Wanli’s profile remained unchanged.

"You’re very brave."

Fu Zili smiled, "Chairman Fan should know, folks like us are never short on guts. That’s all we rely on."

"Besides guts, there should also be luck."

Fu Zili smiled more heartily, "Yes indeed, Chairman Fan seems to know us well."

"But luck inevitably runs out, it should be cherished."