I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2578 - 1614: Who Is Your Mother? (6k Word Mega - !)

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Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Young Master Zhou tried to resist being sent to Japan, but his aunt's influence and his father's presence in Tokyo left him with no choice. As they drove to the airport, he expressed his reluctance and was offered a substantial Swiss bank account. Their departure was interrupted when police cars, employing a precise interception maneuver, surrounded their vehicle and ordered them to get out.

Back to the very beginning, standing blankly in front of the mirror...

No, that’s not right.

In front of the glass.

That’s right.

Young Master Zhou wandered around and returned to the office of the inspection team, except the room seemed a bit larger, and no one came to question him, allowing him to move freely.

Of course.

Restricted to this room’s barrier, unable to leave.

The glass windows had enlarged proportionally but lowered transparency, reflecting Zhou Shaohua’s silhouette. As for the outside scenery, it was blurry, as if a layer of sandpaper covered the retina, making it difficult to see clearly and only feeling the occasional passerby outside his room.

His phone was confiscated again as per regulations, but judging by his perception of time, it should be past nine in the evening.

Which means...

The flight that was supposed to take him to Tokyo had already taken off on time. As everyone knows, the world never stops for anyone.

The inspection team is certainly dedicated, or perhaps their work intensity is high since they’re not off work yet at this hour.

Having stayed in the land he deeply loved, Young Master Zhou showed no trace of delight on his face, and he lost the bold confidence and strategic composure he had before.

Standing dumbly by the glass, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, much like—

A child lost at a crossroads, not knowing which way to go.

"Scratch, scratch, scratch..."

Suddenly.

Like a flash of realization, Zhou Shaohua’s pupils contracted, and he staggered back.

A ghostly face appeared on the less transparent glass—

Even though it wasn’t clearly visible, it was unmistakably making mocking gestures at him.

"Who?!"

The mighty has fallen, bullied by dogs, Zhou Shaohua regained his composure and cursed at the outsider, "If you have the guts, come in!"

Since you’ve sincerely invited me.

"Click."

Soon enough.

The door creaked open.

This time, it was naturally not Boss Jiang.

"Young Master Zhou, I’ve heard much about you."

Not the iconic administrative jacket, and administrators wouldn’t play such boring tricks.

Zhou Shaohua’s voice sharp and angry.

"Who the hell are you?"

So impolite.

And where did that poise and calm from a moment ago go?

Of course.

Can’t blame Young Master Zhou for losing his composure.

Analyze according to the specific situation.

For two occasions separated by a short interval, the circumstances are vastly different.

Not long ago, his aunt was outside, his father was outside too.

But this time.

On the expressway, they openly pulled over his aunt’s special vehicle with police sirens.

This kind of occurrence, under normal logic, should never happen, exceeding the limits of his imagination.

"Is Young Master Zhou asking who I am or who my mother is?"

The visitor remained calm, ignoring Zhou Shaohua’s hostile language, somewhat resembling Boss Jiang; they’re both rather humorous.

But regrettably, Young Master Zhou wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

His gaze as sharp as a needle.

"Having fun with me, huh?"

The visitor didn’t rush to speak, first putting a briefcase casually on the table, and then answered, "Of course not. In all likelihood, my whole life wouldn’t have crossed paths with Young Master Zhou’s vision. Like Young Master Zhou, I’m here to cooperate with the inspection team’s investigation."

Zhou Shaohua confirmed he didn’t know the other party, but he clearly felt a connection between them.

Obviously!

Without connection, would he make ghost faces through the glass?

"Fu Zili."

The visitor introduced himself.

The name seemed vaguely familiar as if he’d heard it somewhere before.

Fu Zili sighed slightly and smiled, "It’s normal for Young Master Zhou not to know me. I’m just a nobody in Sha City."

"A nobody can come here?"

Zhou Shaohua’s tone was cutting.

"Ha, thanks to Chairman Fan."

Zhou Shaohua’s eyes flickered, "You’re from Green Land?"

Fu Zili shook his head, "I just met Chairman Fan once before he fell."

He showed regret, "That evening, I had a delightful conversation with Chairman Fan. Fan’s knowledge, insights, and accumulated life experience benefited me greatly. I never imagined he’d encounter misfortune so soon."

Speaking, he suddenly looked seriously at the other party, "Young Master Zhou, was it really an accident?"

How was he supposed to respond?

Look up.

Such a huge "eye" hangs there.

"Do I need to answer your question?"

Zhou Shaohua’s eyes were sharp, though the tiger was caged, the killing intent remained.

"Sorry. I was presumptuous."

The other party’s temperament was excessively good, reaching a point of being unreasonable.

Being unreasonable.

When such phenomena appear, it’s definitely not a good omen.

In any case, Zhou Shaohua didn’t like this feeling at all,

People generally don’t argue with certain individuals?

People who differ too much in rank!

Either much higher or much lower than oneself.

One dares not to.

One disdains.

And the person before him, which type is he?

The answer was written in the subtle facial expressions of the other!

Though polite and not retaliating, Zhou Shaohua keenly sensed mockery from the other’s expressions.

That’s right.

Mockery!

"Who do you think you are?!"

Fu Zili, once again insulted, estimated it’s quite baffling, is even apologizing wrong?

But he still didn’t pursue it.

Being human.

Requires empathy.

Being confined here, mood swings and instability are understandable.

"For Young Master Zhou, I indeed am nobody. If I’ve displeased Young Master Zhou in any way, I sincerely apologize."

All right.

The sense of mockery thickened.

Zhou Shaohua tightly clenched his hands, with a stance suggesting a desire to punch someone, but evidently, he hadn’t forgotten there was a camera above.

"Don’t be so smug, what if I get out?"

"Heh."

Fu Zili let out a mocking laugh, shrugged innocently; once accustomed to carrying branded bags wherever he went with a slicked-back hairstyle, he embodied the typical underworld demeanor, but recently after spending time at the detention center and changing his hairstyle, his aura greatly shifted.