I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2582 - 1615: Hurry Up (First Update)

"Really intercepted openly on the highway with sirens blaring?"

On the city wall that can trace back to the Three Kingdoms period, Qing Gege stole a leisurely half-day and strolled along the ancient horse track with someone.

Yeah.

Today, they bought tickets to enter fair and square.

When they were kids, they would find ways to climb fences or squeeze through gaps because the economic conditions were limited.

Now they’re grown, and more affluent, naturally, they need to give back to their hometown, contributing a modest share to the local tourism industry.

With beautiful weather, the moat circling the city wall looked stunning against the blue skies and white clouds. Tourist buses lined up endlessly, but Qing Gege and someone chose to avoid tourists, heading in the direction rarely visited by people.

Of course.

The city wall is a circle.

It embraces the Inner City District.

No matter where you start, as long as you keep walking, you’ll eventually return to the starting point.

"Seems like it."

The unnamed person answered while refusing to stay still, swinging a stick picked up from the road with a "swish, swish, swish," more like a child who hasn’t outgrown their innocence than a hero with Unrivaled Swordsmanship.

Anyone keeping a close watch on current affairs would notice that Sha City’s disciplinary committee released a bombshell announcement, at an unusual time—late at night.

——The former mayor is suspected of breaking the law, suspended from duty, and officially under investigation by the disciplinary committee and supervision commission.

Even those slightly politically savvy understand that when such wording surfaces, although it’s just an investigation, the outcome is already determined.

Sha City would undoubtedly experience a massive chain reaction due to this top figure’s downfall.

Surely, there’s always someone ready to argue, claiming the mayor is only the second in command, so why call her the top figure?

Yeah.

According to the political hierarchy, there’s nothing wrong; the mayor is indeed second. But what if the party secretary is a man?

Calling her the top figure, what’s wrong with that?

Moreover.

According to common sense, the secretary is the top figure, but common sense is just common sense.

Anyone who went to school knows that while the class monitor seems to hold the most power, if the vice monitor is forceful enough, such as being favored by the class teacher, the so-called roles become nominal.

However, discussing such matters now holds no significance; certainly, the so-called top guy isn’t interested.

A partner’s downfall, and especially in such a dramatic manner; as the nominal leader of the team, can he remain unscathed?

Perhaps he has already been involved but hasn’t been publicly disclosed to avoid stirring a flood of public opinion.

"This time our Sha City will be famous again."

Having studied for four years at the Political and Legal University and then entering the legal circle in Kyoto, Fang Qing has heard a lot about the peculiar stories in officialdom, yet this scenario is quite unusual.

It’s like a movie plot.

"According to the rules of officialdom, it shouldn’t have been so high-profile."

Boss Jiang continued to "swoo, swoo, swoo" wielding his Unrivaled Swordsmanship, "Special circumstances require special actions. The person was about to escape using his aunt’s special vehicle; should they have followed the rules?"

"An aunt willing to do so much for her nephew, even giving up her own career, truly moving," Fang Qing sighed.

"Indeed."

The person sighed slightly, seemingly a bit envious, as the "Unparalleled Sword" picked up from the roadside suddenly lost its charm and stopped swinging.

"Can you just throw away that broken stick, isn’t it childish."

The person paid no mind to Qing Mei’s disdain.

Women.

How could they understand men’s romance?

"This is not a broken stick."

Boss Jiang said seriously.

"Then what is it?"

"It’s a local specialty of our Sha City."

Fang Qing was startled.

"I’m going to take it to the East Sea and give it to Daoist Duanmu; she will definitely like it."

After a moment, Fang Qing laughed and scolded.

"...Are you nuts!"

"Swoosh, swoosh—"

The person started hacking left and right again.

"If you really give this as a gift, she’ll probably beat you to death."

Fang Qing said fiercely, without any sentimentality about parting.

People.

Should learn to be content.

"Aren’t you planning to return to the East Sea?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and asked.

"Do I need to go back?"

Fang Qing countered.

Jiang Chen fell silent.

Yeah.

It seems there’s no crucial work needing her leadership back there.

"Sigh~"

"Why sigh?"

"Good times are always fleeting."

The person suddenly became melancholic.

"Isn’t returning to the East Sea pleasant?"

Fang Qing turned her head, a meaningful ripple on her lips.

"After all, Sha City is where I was born and grew up."

Jiang Chen summed up, looking at the seemingly endless stone path ahead.

True love never remains superficial.

Growing up in the dilapidated laid-off workers’ courtyard under the city wall, he surely loves this land more deeply than Zhou Shaohua.

"A bird eventually flies out of the cage when it grows bigger. You’ve done enough for Sha City."

Fang Qing laughed softly, the afternoon light casting a gentle and pure glow on her face.

Qing Gege is always so carefree.

As if.

She never imposes any constraint or pressure, allowing you to move forward unburdened, taking great strides.

But turning back.

She remains there, always there.

Jiang Chen twirled the stick in his hand, smiling, "You’re not even pretending? At least put on a show."

"Pretend what?"

"A guest at your house is leaving, aren’t you going to persuade them to stay?"

"How shameless you are. What kind of guest do you think you are? Do you know what my parents have been discussing at home since your return?"

Jiang Chen was curious, "What?"

"What dish to prepare for you today."

Jiang Chen was stunned, then burst into laughter, his laughter echoing within and outside the secluded section of the city wall.

What’s there to envy about having an aunt who’s a mayor.

He already has the best family in the world.

"If I leave, won’t Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan find it a bit awkward?"

Fang Qing rolled her eyes, "In your dreams."

Jiang Chen sighed, "I really don’t want to leave now."

Fang Qing remained unmoved, "Save that for someone else."

Jiang Chen was helpless, a bit disheartened, "You really don’t talk about feelings at all."

"Do you dare to go down there?"

Jiang Chen was both amused and irritated.

What a spoilsport.

In fact, they were just passing an old hideout.

Probably three stories deep, around ten meters in height, with steep stairs on both sides and no handrails; a careless fall could easily lead to broken limbs, but as kids, they loved going down to "explore."

The result, naturally, never led to treasures, just a heap of droppings.

Yeah.

Recalling it almost brings back the rancid smell to the nose.

"Hey."

Jiang Chen kept walking without pause, with no intention of reminiscing.

"Hmm?"

Fang Qing turned her head curiously, her beautiful long hair gently flipping, shimmering mysteriously in the light.

Jiang Chen kept his eyes forward, unwavering.

"Mr. Zhou is soon going to have a concert in River City. Want to, go?"

What the heck.

Why did he suddenly start stammering?

Fang Qing slowed her pace.

Jiang Chen also slowed down.

In the quiet, Qing Gege spoke in a not very different tone, "Can you even get tickets?"

An interesting soul, always immortal.

"Give it a try."

He had already fulfilled his promise to Tie Jun; he couldn’t favor one over the other.

But planning adventures with Qing Gege was numerous, so he could only try his best.

"You’ll have to convince my dad; if he agrees, then I can go."

Qing Gege’s pace suddenly quickened, soon walking ahead. Seeing that the person hadn’t caught up, she turned back, holding back laughter, with a stern face.

"Hurry up!"