I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2571 - 1611: Return Gift

Old town.

A certain tea house at the corner of the city wall.

Chen Tai sat alone in the private room, silently drinking tea, his brows still unconsciously furrowed.

This tea house is quite special, unlike other business venues, it needs to be far from bustling places, the quieter the better. This tea house has been operational for over ten years, fulfilling this requirement well.

Even if, to cater to tourism development, the city was to undergo large-scale demolition, this location within the inner ring of the city wall should be the last place to go.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The sound of knocking echoed.

A few seconds later.

A middle-aged man in a cotton linen Tang suit walked in, placing the tea house’s specialty pastry down.

"Sit, long time no see, let’s chat."

Chen Tai spoke.

The middle-aged man, probably not much younger, was taken aback by the honor and quickly sat down.

"President Tai is indeed a busy man."

Chen Tai said nothing, picked up the handmade pastry, and took a bite.

"The taste is different from before."

"Mm. The chef changed. The previous chef got cancer, endured for over a year, but couldn’t be saved."

The middle-aged man in a Chinese-style outfit promptly tried to pick up the pastry again, "I’ll take it away."

"Forget it. It’s all the same to eat."

The middle-aged man sat down again.

Chen Tai finished eating a piece of cake, wiped his mouth, "Still don’t want to leave?"

The middle-aged man smiled wryly, shook his head, "If I wanted to go, I would have left with President Tai back then. Sha City may be small, but I’m used to staying here, don’t want to move. Besides, if I leave, what will happen to this place? This tea house started because of President Tai, I’m old now, don’t want to fuss anymore. Being able to keep it for a day is a day."

Obviously.

He must be the owner of this tea house.

"You, everything is good, except no ambition."

Chen Tai commented.

"President Tai, I’m not without ambition, I have self-awareness. Without President Tai’s support, I’m nothing, I’m content, why go out and drag President Tai down."

Chen Tai said no more, only whispered: "Never thought such a small place like Sha City would have such magic."

"Every land nurtures its own people. President Tai does big things. Us small people, living steadily in Sha City, it’s enough."

The owner helped pour tea.

Chen Tai picked up the teacup.

"President Tai, I won’t disturb you anymore."

Chen Tai nodded.

The tea house owner of over ten years got up and left, just as the main door closed, the silhouette revealed by the side door became active.

Indeed.

This room has two doors.

"Creak."

The sliding door was opened.

Soft footsteps sounded.

A woman wearing glasses walked around the screen and came in.

"This is the consequence of leaving him in Sha City."

Chen Tai spoke while drinking tea.

"Did you come back just to point fingers?"

"He was just taken away by the inspection team. I said long ago, with his disposition, staying in Sha City, one day it would come to this."

Chen Tai raised his head.

The woman stood by the tea seat, looking down, "He has that disposition because of you, inherited your fatherly genes."

"Because of me?"

Chen Tai’s face sank, "I always demanded strict discipline on him, and told him not to stay in Sha City, who was obstructing? You felt lonely, wanted him to stay with you, you should’ve disciplined him, not indulged him."

"I didn’t make him stay. Chen Tai, get it clear, it was he who didn’t want to go with you."

"Didn’t want to go with me? Why wouldn’t he? Not because here, there’s you..."

At the last part, Chen Tai realized he was too agitated, forcibly stopped, adjusted his breath, calmed his emotions.

"Men, always like to dodge responsibility, huh? Amazing how at your age, you’re still hardly different from back then. His blood is yours, recall your own deeds back then. Who did Shaohua learn from?"

"Up to now, you’re still excusing him. Do you know how dire the situation is?!"

The woman, older than Chen Tai, sat down, "What’s it got to do with you? Spare me your hypocritical concern."

"Nothing to do with me? He’s my own son!"

Paying no heed to the man’s anger, the woman seemed to sense tension, softened her voice, "I advised him to leave."

"When? Days ago? He’s lived in your indulgence for decades, it’s become second nature. Your indulgence has become his oxygen. What happens when someone doesn’t have oxygen? They die!"

"Chen Tai, you have no right to reprimand me. You’ve never fulfilled a father’s duty."

Chen Tai’s emotions surged again, gripping his fists, staring intently at the self-righteous and unruffled opponent.

"I haven’t fulfilled a father’s duty. Yes, I haven’t. But why? Why? Because you never gave me the chance! If it weren’t for you, Shaohua wouldn’t be like this now!"

Under Chen Tai’s repeated attacks, the composed woman finally couldn’t stand it, her lips curling into a sharp, cynical sneer.

"You better recognize your identity. What right do you have to shout at me?"

Though older and needing reading glasses, the woman’s gaze still carried lethal force and pressure, calming the almost enraged Chen Tai.

He picked up a teacup, took a gulp.

"What do we do now?"

Indeed.

Arguing serves no purpose.

Only hurts those close and pleases foes.

The urgent task is to solve the problem.