I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2568 - 1609: Art and Life

"Uncle Zhang...how’s the situation?"

The two men left the ward and went to the corridor.

"The doctor’s opinion is to wait for a miracle."

Fu Zili opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally fell silent.

Nothing worth comforting.

Those who have walked out of storms never relied on umbrellas.

Moreover, Jiang Chen’s relationship with the Zhang Family is different from traditional familial bonds.

"Fan Wanli sent me something."

He changed the topic, "Can you guess what?"

"That contract?"

Fu Zili was internally shocked, a bitter smile unconsciously appearing, "Did you calculate everything from the beginning?"

"Didn’t you ask me to guess?"

Fu Zili’s smile grew more bitter, silently staring at the other, seemingly trying to see the face clearly.

Soon, he shook his head and chose to give up.

The other was moving too fast, and the distance kept expanding, making it harder to see, only increasingly blurry.

"Yes, indeed. After he fell from the building, I received that contract and signed it."

A dead person obviously can’t sign.

This means the contract Fu Zili took from the mansion and returned had been signed before Fan Wanli’s accident.

But the problem is.

Why was it sent after he died?

Fu Zili felt like smoking again, even stronger than that night at Guan Mansion.

Undoubtedly.

At that moment, he didn’t foresee what would happen today.

And looking back.

Fan Wanli chose to take back that contract, could it be...he sensed his own fate?

Fu Zili inexplicably felt a chill spreading within, not from the hospital’s cold but from deep inside him, radiating outward.

He suddenly profoundly realized.

The real gap between people isn’t about identity, wealth, or status differences.

Given he’s in the hospital, he refrained from smoking urges.

"Fan Wanli must have sensed his possible fate before meeting Zhou Shaohua, hence made preparations in advance."

Staring, Jiang Chen remained calm and even smiled slightly.

"Why are you looking at me like that? This has nothing to do with me; I have an alibi."

Fu Zili cracked a slight grin, inhaled gently, asking in a thought-provoking tone: "Do you think Fan Wanli really committed suicide?"

Accident.

Suicide.

Murder.

He had indeed raised these three possibilities in the ward just now.

But Fu Zili knew, realistically, there were only two possibilities.

This real estate tycoon’s death was either due to suicide or murder!

Poor wall quality resulting in a collapse and fall?

What a joke.

Ordinarily, it might seem possible, but that was Green Land’s chairman; he surely knew the quality of the projects he commissioned.

So even if it truly was wall collapse, it was deliberate.

"What do you think?"

Jiang Chen didn’t answer, calmly asked back.

Fu Zili understood, another test was upon him.

"Murder."

He replied without hesitation.

"Eliminating accidental possibilities, someone at the top of the city wouldn’t choose suicide for no reason, especially such a gruesome way. Jumping from the thirty-third floor, even a whole corpse was impossible."

"Hm."

Jiang Chen nodded, casually, "It’s gruesome, but it’s quick, painless."

Look.

How unflappable.

Like a director watching a scripted play unfold methodically.

"The Zhou family is quite ruthless." As family nurses passed by, Fu Zili lowered his voice: "The Zhou Family probably doesn’t know I’ve been here yet, and decisively discarded Green Land as a pawn, Fan Wanli’s efforts for them over the years deserve more credit."

"Each serving their own needs. He helped the Zhou Family greatly, and in return, lived a glorious life. Only the ending was less than satisfactory."

Jiang Chen said calmly, "Moreover, death is life’s final hurdle; no one escapes it."

Fu Zili nodded, contemplating, eyes flickering, trying hard to fathom Fan Wanli’s psyche moments before his death.

"Not sending the contract earlier, only signing it, suggested he still held some hope for the Zhou Family. Yet the family’s coldness shattered those fantasies of living, leaving him no choice but to leap, repaying the Zhou Family’s years of care and cultivation, also offering closure to us...as Shen Zhou emphasizes service to death. Though he died by jumping, he safeguarded his family, akin to loyalty and filial piety of old."

"Maybe, that’s what he intended."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Fu Zili laughed, without any pride.

Everything had occurred before realizing the aftermath; there’s no pride in that.

Before the chessboard unfolds, in some minds, the trajectory of every move seems already apparent.

"Looking at it this way, Fan Wanli indeed counts as a heroic figure, not disgracing us Sha City people."

Fu Zili once thought himself ruthless, but now sees, like he said days ago in front of him, he has a long way to go.

Not long ago, the person chatting turned into a corpse, and a mangled one at that.

Even though Fu Zili had often seen violent scenes, he couldn’t help but feel emotional.

Sky high and ground boundless, realizing the universe’s infinite vastness.

That was someone he had to look up to; when death claimed, it simply happened.

No choice was given.

Thus, why is ignorance said to be fearless?