I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2561 - 1606: Immortal Blessing, Lifelong Longevity_2

Truly quite leisurely, aren’t we?

In the middle of the conversation, they actually started discussing the animal kingdom.

Fan Wanli did not respond, his face so gloomy it seemed as if it might drip water. Humans are indeed the rulers, the masters of the earth. His gaze and aura at the moment were far more intimidating than the limp lions and tigers at the nearby zoo.

Fu Zili acted as if he hadn’t noticed, raising his hand to pat the agreement on the table.

"Chairman Fan, I believe the key to success is nothing more than going with the flow."

At thirty, compared to fifty, one’s approach to handling matters is certainly different.

A thirty-year-old young adult, hot-blooded, thinks a man should not live under others, believing one’s pride is most important.

But at fifty or sixty, one no longer has the drive to dare pull the Emperor down from his horse at any cost.

"I need time to consider."

A delaying tactic.

Feigning agreement?

Fu Zili smiled faintly, actually nodding, "Alright."

His straightforwardness surprised even Fan Wanli.

"But Chairman Fan, I must remind you, do it quickly, your time is limited."

Fan Wanli frowned, feeling there was more to Fu Zili’s words.

"Chairman Fan is noble and generous, but that doesn’t mean others will reciprocate with complete loyalty."

Fu Zili picked up the agreement, put it back into the briefcase, seemingly never intending to sign it tonight, and then looked up at this influential figure in front of him, his gaze pure and full of genuine sincerity.

"From my personal standpoint, I still hope Chairman Fan can end well, because even if you end up in prison, at least your soul is free, and when the little one returns, he can still call you grandfather."

After saying this, Fu Zili picked up the briefcase, tucked it under his arm.

"Chairman Fan, sorry for the disturbance."

"Hold on."

Fu Zili, who had stood up, paused.

Of thirty-six strategies, winning hearts is the best.

To make the other party voluntarily keep you as a guest, his trip this evening was already successful.

Jiang Chen sent him here, was it really just to have him sign the agreement?

No.

It seemed more like a test.

Without the skills, one shouldn’t try tough tasks.

Some things you can’t force.

Attempting to lift a weight beyond one’s limit only results in being crushed to death.

"Are you that confident?"

The other party could have used the safety of family members to pressure him into making a decision tonight, he seemed to have no choice.

But they didn’t do that.

Generously gave him time.

"If Chairman Fan really watches One Piece, you’ll know that some pirates love to bully the weak, while some pirates are very virtuous, yet always choose to persuade with reason, and the man who might become the Pirate King is definitely the latter."

Very witty and humorous.

But Fan Wanli could not laugh.

This posture was too strenuous, with Fu Zili hanging in the air, he finally stood up straight, not actually trying to play hard-to-get.

"Chairman Fan, take care."

He tucked the briefcase under his arm, and right before turning, he didn’t make a gesture for a phone call.

Take care?

"Squeak."

Fu Zili stepped out through the partitioned door, leaving Fan Wanli alone in the backyard.

"Whew—"

Once outside the villa, Fu Zili raised his hand, tugged at his collar, somewhat resembling a student who just finished the college entrance exam leaving the exam room, relieved.

Before coming here, it was impossible not to be nervous, but if you want to strive, to climb, you have to step out of the comfort zone.

To become stronger, you must converse with the strong.

Quickly recalling all his performances tonight in his mind, not missing a word, not claiming perfection, but Fu Zili rated himself as having fulfilled his mission, even if not top marks, at least an extraordinary performance.

He tried his best.

Bathed in eerie cold moonlight, he lifted his foot, with the gift he brought in and then brought out, thinking of taking out his phone, to report to his "Captain", a shout came from behind.

"Mr. Fu, wait a moment."

Fu Zili turned around.

It was the housekeeper.

The housekeeper chased him out.

Fu Zili stopped, "Is there something?"

The housekeeper’s expression was peculiar, seemingly also a bit surprised, "Chairman Fan said, Mr. Fu left something behind."

Fu Zili showed a hint of doubt, subconsciously asked, "What thing?"

"The gift Mr. Fu brought."

No wonder she had that expression.

What host actually asks a guest for the gift?

Moreover, her boss was Sha City’s famous millionaire and big businessman.

Fu Zili briefly froze, then realized and smiled, "Sorry, I forgot."

He removed the briefcase from under his arm, handing it over, "Here."

The housekeeper took it.

"Mr. Fu, take care."

Fu Zili nodded, glanced at the villa without lingering, turned and left.

"He still accepted the agreement."

Walking towards the exit, Fu Zili was making a call.

"How did it feel?"

This Captain is not ordinary, not concerned about the outcome, but first asking about Fu Zili’s experience tonight.

"My clothes are soaked, I almost blew it. Fortunately, I smoked a cigarette, held it together. You have no idea, when I lit the cigarette, it almost fell to the ground."

"Really? Before going you said you’ve wanted to visit there for a while."

"You’re believing my boastful words? I’m not like you; that’s Fan Wanli, an idol of the people on Sha City’s road. In Sha City, people like us reaching his level is already the peak. The bosses I followed before, who wouldn’t idolize him as..."

"Didn’t you basically shoot for the stars tonight?"

Another voice interrupted Fu Zili from the other end of the call.

He knew exactly who it was.

The girl he once secretly admired.

He deliberately moved the phone away and glanced at the time.

It’s past nine o’clock.

But the two live across from each other, at this time being together is quite normal.

He put the phone back to his ear.

"Qing Gege, I do want to shoot for the stars, but I lack the ability, I’m even afraid to ask for a cup of water."

They must have the speakerphone on over there.

It puts them at ease.

With Fang Qing, there’s no need for secrets.

Fang Qing made a comment then fell silent, with the man who she regarded as able to aim for the Pirate King in her childhood friend’s eyes picking the conversation back up.

"To come out unharmed, you have already surpassed yourself, undergone baptism, and achieved transformation."

Fu Zili also heard Fang Qing’s laughter, he involuntarily grinned as well, the expression and motion were completely different than when he was in the villa.

"I feel the same, I definitely broke through the Qi Refinement Realm this time."

"At least into Core Formation."

Both ends of the call were filled with laughter.

"Take a rest, you’ve worked hard."

This is the brief, seemingly minimal conversation, yet covering everything.

Fu Zili put down his phone, let out a breath, looked at the distant gate, and strode forward.

Sanjian Courtyard.

The phone screen went off.

"So this is what it’s like when the immortals lay their hands on my head, transforming to achieve longevity."

Qing Gege recited rhythmically; she must have just showered not long ago, her hair was still wet, so her long black straight hair wasn’t straight, evidently dropping by for a visit.

"Aren’t you going back to sleep?"

"Why in a hurry?"

"I’m not hurrying, I’m just worried Uncle Fang might come over and spank you with a slipper later."

"If anyone’s getting spanked, it’s you."

Fang Qing didn’t take it seriously, twirling her hair, the scent of shampoo wafting continuously to a certain someone’s nose.

"Will Fan Wanli comply?"

"Complying isn’t the right word, this is clearly a deal, a fair, legal, and reasonable deal."

He hadn’t forgotten, the other party was a legal worker.

"One penny? Fair, reasonable, legal?"

"Then is it legal or not?"

Fang Qing fell silent.

"In business, the amount of money doesn’t matter, as long as both parties consent. Just like falling in love."

"What if he resolutely refuses?"

Fang Qing tilted her head, asking, with damp strands wrapping around her fingers.

"If he refuses, he refuses; in a law-governed society, can you really enforce marriage?"

Fang Qing glared, just about to speak, "squeak", across, her home door opened.

They both had awareness.

Didn’t close the door.

Fang Weiguo stood at his doorstep, not speaking, just silently watching the pair.

Being a parent is indeed hard.

Not traditional feudalism or any curfews. He recently caught them in the act, just doing what needs to be done?

Fang Qing obediently got up.

"Sweet dreams, immortal."

Wrong.

In Sha City’s dialect, ’immortal’ has a derogatory meaning.

Should call him Pirate King.