I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2584 - 1617: Yo

"Don’t worry, Xiao Qiang is being taken care of by your parents. Jiang Chen will handle everything for you over there."

On the day of the hospital transfer.

Besides the Fang Family, the Hong Family also came.

Mai Encui was tearful, with one half being sadness, the other half being touched.

Her husband was transferring to the Xinghuo Medical Center in River City. As his wife, it was only natural for her to accompany him. Her beauty salon job was mostly not going to work out.

But it didn’t matter.

With Zhou Shaohua being investigated, the extortion charges against her husband were automatically dropped.

That means.

The property transfer contract, signed with black and white, was once again deemed valid.

Extortion and gift.

There seems to be no boundary, just a matter of a single sentence for some people.

So.

Is work still necessary?

Selling that villa could ensure her family’s financial well-being for a lifetime.

"Thank you."

Looking at the concerned faces before her, Mai Encui felt remorse and shame. Other than these two words, she couldn’t utter anything else.

Aunt Jiang Huazi, despite past grievances, held her hand and gently patted it.

"I’ve always thought you were a very strong person, so this time I hope you can persevere as well."

The medical standards in River City indeed surpass Sha City, but Zhang Zhongquan is not suffering from any ordinary illness—he is in a vegetative state. In truth, no one held out much hope.

However.

Regardless of whether a miracle occurs.

That little bit of hope is the drive for living.

As the elders bid farewell, Jiang Chen and Fang Qing, ready to set off with the ambulance, were also saying goodbye to Fu Zili.

"I really wish I could go to the concert with you all."

Fu Zili sighed, his face full of envy.

The Koenigsegg, now his ride, was parked in the center hospital’s parking lot. It drew countless eyes, with the gate guards almost saluting when he showed up.

Sha City is enduring the assault of storms, with the wealthy and powerful praying nervously; daring to be so flamboyant at this juncture truly makes him an exception.

"Wishing won’t do, take action."

Fang Qing urged.

"Why don’t you wait for me for a few days?"

"But you have to ask if the concert will wait."

The three of them chuckled.

Fu Zili, likely to become the biggest beneficiary of this upheaval, naturally couldn’t free himself to attend any concert.

Not everyone cares about childhood dreams.

"Zhou Shaohua is still clamoring to see you."

Fu Zili addressed Jiang Chen.

This is the logic of the world.

The cake is only so big.

Places on each level of the pyramid are limited.

If you want to climb up, someone above must yield their position, or you need to actively pull them down.

Just days ago, Young Master Zhou was unyieldingly proud.

Now, he has become a prisoner awaiting harsh legal punishment.

Thinking about it, it’s rather poignant.

"Next time, send my regards to Young Master Zhou."

Boss Jiang remained polite.

Perhaps due to the good mood of setting off to the concert in Sha City, Fang Qing couldn’t help but laugh.

Next time.

Who knows when that will be.

From her professional standpoint, if all of Young Master Zhou’s past crimes were uncovered, it wouldn’t be surprising if he were executed.

"Alright, but he might not want to see me."

Fu Zili’s lips curled, revealing hidden sharpness.

"Young Master Zhou taught us something after all. One shouldn’t be too arrogant and complacent."

Fang Qing seemed to casually comment, causing Fu Zili to look over at her immediately.

He clearly understood Qing Gege’s intention.

A meteoric rise, the immense power and vanity can indeed easily inflate a person, leading to a loss of self. He must admit, he felt his mindset had indeed changed.

Especially when watching the erstwhile high-and-mighty Young Master Zhou powerless and furious, mad and frantic before him, that feeling was indescribable.

"Once I’m settled at Guan Mansion, I’ll hang Fan Wanli’s photo on the wall as a constant reminder to steer clear of his mistakes."

"Hang it in the bedroom, if anywhere else, it might be too eerie."

Jiang Chen chimed in.

The three laughed again.

"Alright, hurry up, it’ll take another two hours on the road, your Uncle Zhang is waiting in the car."

Fang Weiguo approached. As a father, he ultimately listened to his wife’s advice and chose to leave it to fate.

As the old saying goes.

Children have their own destiny.

"Have a great time." Fu Zili, unlike Uncle Fang, didn’t have such complicated feelings.

Jiang Huazi and Pan Hui walked over to send off Mai Encui.

The final goodbye between the two families.

"That girl is so eager, leaving without even a word."

Watching them board the car, Fang Weiguo couldn’t help grumbling.

"Uncle Fang, girls grow up and can’t be held back."

Standing beside him, Fu Zili looked at the ambulance and spoke impulsively, without thinking.

Fang Weiguo turned, glaring, "You kid, now that you’re succeeding, you don’t respect us elders anymore, do you?"

Fu Zili took back his gaze.

Just look at these people.

Qing Gege’s parents.

Jiang Chen’s aunt and uncle.

"Uncle, even if I disregard everyone, I wouldn’t dare disregard you."

He immediately conceded.

"So many things happened in Sha City recently, you should learn from them."

Fu Zili nodded quickly, understanding the kind intention, and responded seriously, "Uncle Fang, rest assured, I won’t embarrass Jiang Chen and Fang Qing."

Fang Weiguo made a sound of acknowledgment, about to say more, but Fu Zili had already started saying goodbye to others.

"Aunt, Aunt Jiang, Uncle Hong, I have some things to attend to, so I’ll leave first."

"This kid."

Watching him slip away so quickly, Fang Weiguo was amused and helpless.

"You shouldn’t speak so flippantly; Fu Zili is quite something now."

"Sister Pan, no matter how remarkable he is, he’s still a junior in front of us."

Jiang Huazi, full of confidence, smiled and said, "And the greater they are, the less we’ll worry about being bullied in Sha City."

The other three nodded in agreement.

They’re getting older, used to a smooth and peaceful life, not wanting big upheavals; life’s really quite good now.

The true gift isn’t forcefully thrusting something on someone, but knowing what they need.

The two families watched the ambulance depart.

Greenfield Phase II.

Indeed.

The very place Fan Wanli fell from.

The traces were long cleared.

The construction crew continued fulfilling their duties as if nothing had ever happened.

The roaring engine sound caught the attention of passersby.

In the surrounding shops, Tie Jun and his old squad leader Wu Yubin, who planned to open their first branch here, turned around to see Fu Zili park the car and step out.

Wu Yubin’s eyes were complicated.

Tie Jun had a reminiscent expression.

Remembering being picked up from the detention center, it seemed like it was just yesterday.

Fu Zili, who had taken over Greenfield Phase II and would soon manage all of Green Land, approached with a broad smile.

Tie Jun squinted slightly, chin raised, mimicking a classic expression from TV.

"Yo, the King of Sha City has arrived."

The three exchanged glances and burst into laughter.