I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2577 - 1613: Blockbuster (Beginning of the Month—Please Vote!) (Part 3)
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Not all children of the wealthy are infatuated with the West; Young Master Zhou has a strong aversion to foreign countries.
"Aunt, how can you send me to Japan? We have an irreconcilable enmity with Japan!"
People.
Are multi-faceted.
Young Master Zhou also has a sense of patriotism.
"Your dad is waiting for you in Tokyo."
The woman spoke succinctly, seemingly uninterested in wasting words with him, "Drive faster."
The secretary stepped on the accelerator, leaving the city at an even faster speed, heading towards the expressway to the airport.
Upon hearing that his father was also in Tokyo, Zhou Shaohua’s expression changed unpredictably. He used to be able to oppose his father because his aunt supported him. But now that they were both on the same side, he no longer had the ability to resist.
In Sha City, he probably couldn’t stay for long.
"When can I come back?"
The woman remained silent.
"Aunt, how long will I be gone?"
Zhou Shaohua asked again.
"If I leave, you’ll be so lonely here by yourself."
The secretary drove silently, seemingly moved by Zhou Shaohua’s filial affection.
"Take care of yourself."
Finally.
Perhaps touched by his filial piety, the woman spoke, finally revealing a hint of inner warmth.
"Aunt, I don’t want to leave..."
Zhou Shaohua seized the opportunity, hoping to elicit some sympathy and have her revoke the decision. But he underestimated a politician’s resolve.
"I’ve set up an account for you at the Swiss Bank. If you don’t want to use your father’s money, the deposits, property, and precious metals in the account are enough for you to live for a lifetime."
"Aunt..."
Zhou Shaohua was moved, unsure of how much was true and how much was false.
"We’ll only take you to the airport. You have to get out of the car by yourself then."
The woman closed her eyes again.
Zhou Shaohua clenched his teeth and took a deep breath, as if to control his emotions.
"Aunt, take care, I’ll be back soon."
The woman’s face was like a still lake.
The secretary, while driving, appropriately handed over a document folder.
"Young Master Zhou, your documents and ticket are inside."
Zhou Shaohua took it.
The car fell silent.
Lingered with the sadness of departure.
They had already left the city far behind.
The expressway grew increasingly quiet.
Only occasionally did a car pass by.
"We’ll be there in five minutes."
The secretary, being in such a profession, spoke with deep meaning. His sudden words were a reminder that it was the final moment for the aunt and nephew to say goodbye.
"After I leave, can I call you, Aunt?"
Zhou Shaohua forced a smile.
The dozing woman’s mouth twitched, seemingly finally showing a trace of a smile. But before that smile fully formed, suddenly the sound of sirens abruptly cut it off.
"Woo—Woo—Woo—"
In the rearview mirror.
Police lights flashed brilliantly.
"The black Audi in front, pull over immediately!"
Came the sound from a loudspeaker.
The secretary was greatly shocked.
It’s not that he lacked composure.
How could someone of this level lack composure?
Could the car behind not see their license plate?
"Pull over immediately!"
The command grew more stern and urgent.
"Ignore it, accelerate."
The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her face, usually indifferent, showed an agitated expression, with veins protruding on her bony hands.
The secretary subconsciously followed the order, pressed the accelerator, but in his state of panic, how could he shake off the car behind?
Moreover.
How was it possible to shake them off?
The airport was just a few minutes ahead.
Even if they didn’t stop, how far could the Audi go with its fuel tank?
The secretary’s face turned anxious, and his foot on the accelerator grew weaker.
"Swish—"
A car with flashing police sirens overtook from behind and after advancing a dozen meters, swerved the steering wheel.
A scene from a Hollywood movie, like a flawless interception maneuver.
"Screech—"
The tires made a sharp friction sound against the road surface.
Under the inertia, the secretary’s body leaned forward but was pulled back by the seatbelt.
One by one, the cars stopped, surrounding the Audi. The swirling police lights pierced through the privacy glass, illuminating the faces of the aunt and nephew inside in vibrant colors.
"Get out of the car."