I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2600 - 1628: Never a Slave! (First Update)

Boss Jiang had many credentials, and the only consideration needed was which one to show.

It was important to adapt depending on the situation.

For example, that short and chubby yet ambitious feminist fighter proudly presented her current graduate school certificate in River City.

In other words, if it were in the East Sea, Boss Jiang could easily use his undergraduate diploma from East Sea University.

But now, this wasn’t the East Sea.

It was River City.

Using an East Sea University diploma to argue with a River City University graduate student was impractical.

So, Boss Jiang pulled out a business card showing him as the founder of Xinghuo Medical Center.

The police officer treated everyone equally, but upon receiving the card, his expression changed, even more dramatically than when he learned of the graduate student’s identity.

Several officers exchanged glances, conveying a message nonverbally, quickly returned the card with both hands, standing more upright as if meeting a superior leader.

If it weren’t for being in the subway, amidst the busy crowd, they might have saluted Boss Jiang.

"I didn’t expect it to be Mr. Jiang, I’m truly sorry for causing inconvenience to you."

That was a true people’s comrade.

Now that the truth was clear, it was necessary to apologize to the wrongly accused, rather than merely pacifying the situation.

Boss Jiang wasn’t narrow-minded or petty; it was the graduate student who went too far, taking it to the extreme.

Courage in a righteous cause deserves recognition, but using it to vent personal grievances was egregious.

Idle chatter isn’t much effort, but it could ruin someone’s life.

Just like the graduate student rambled, molestation could lead to criminal charges; even if not that severe, the authorities would thoroughly investigate, yet it would still catastrophically damage the accused’s reputation.

Everyone knows it’s easy to start a rumor but difficult to refute one.

"I’ll immediately have that graduate student apologize to Mr. Jiang."

The police officer was quite good, trying hard to resolve the issue quickly, hurrying over to Fang Qing, nearly jogging.

"I can go to the police station to give a statement."

The female graduate student expressed her willingness to fully cooperate with the authorities, resolute to uphold justice, clearly not giving up until the pervert was behind bars.

"You’re Yang Yuanyuan, right?"

The returning officer had a stern, cold look.

"Yes."

To tell the truth, the name was alright; it embodied her parents’ beautiful expectations and hopes for their child. If she were to go on a blind date, hearing this name, the man would surely feel a good impression.

"The facts are clear, the person was simply taking a normal photo; what you claimed didn’t happen, you fabricated and distorted facts, go apologize immediately."

That wasn’t favoritism.

To the contrary.

As a law enforcement officer, this police comrade only looked stern but was actually quite understanding. However, the graduate student Ms. Yang Yuanyuan didn’t appreciate it at all, or rather, she completely missed the police officer’s good intentions.

"Me? Apologize?"

She raised her hand, pointed at herself, with an incredulous look as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Yes. Go now."

"Why?"

This graduate student rolled her eyes, almost popping out from her round-framed glasses, stepping on those outrageously thick-soled shoes, a face round and rosy with an absurd smile, cheeks wobbling under the pull of gravity and her emotions.

"You actually want me to apologize to a pervert?"

The police officer, with his good intentions met with ingratitude, frowned, and his tone turned stern, "I already told you, he wasn’t secretly photographing you; you’re making things up."

"I’m not making things up, there’s evidence of his secret photographs on his phone!"

The officer remained expressionless, "It was a normal photo taken among friends. Does that count as secret photography?"

"Friends?"

At least she was a graduate student.

Even if her intelligence wasn’t outstanding, it should be average. The feminist fighter turned her head, flabbergasted, looking at Fang Qing.

But Fang Qing ignored her completely, walking straight toward Jiang Chen.

What’s a boxer most afraid of?

Finding out that the person they wanted to protect was actually in cahoots with the enemy.

Watching Fang Qing walking farther away without looking back, Yang Yuanyuan was stunned.

But there’s no need to worry, this type of feminist fighter is generally mentally strong, even if there’s a momentary fluctuation, it won’t create much of a wave.

"She never told me."

Realizing she had "wronged" the other side, she didn’t reflect on her own mistakes, lightly pushing the blame to Fang Qing with a simple explanation.

"Did you give her a chance to speak? We asked the passengers, you jumped in and accused him of taking secret photos, chattering incessantly, don’t think you have the right to speak nonsense just because you’re a woman! And you call yourself a graduate student. Do you realize slandering someone in public, disturbing public order, holds legal consequences?"

The officer, stern and sharp, was actually trying to help this River City University graduate student, hoping she could mend her ways before it was too late.

Yet why is a fighter considered a fighter?

Because even if they’re wrong, they won’t bow down.

"Fine. I misunderstood. Let’s drop it."

The well-experienced officer was stunned, watching the graduate student in disbelief.

Even as a law enforcer, at this moment, a thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Have women today all turned out like this?

What does "let’s drop it" mean?

Did this graduate student even hear what he was saying?

Slander, defamation, like molestation, can incur criminal charges. Does she think saying "let’s drop it" solves anything?

The officer exhaled slowly, looking at the graduate student with a complex expression.

"I remind you one last time, go apologize now."

To this, Yang Yuanyuan sneered, not out of contempt for the enforcement agency, but involuntarily, from a deeply ingrained sense of superiority.

"Is it necessary? Just let him go; I need to catch the subway."

As the saying goes.

Good advice is wasted on the unwilling.

From the perspective of an average citizen or a police officer, they’ve done their duty, shown sufficient consideration. Seeing her unrepentant and obstinate, the officer reached for his back, pulling out handcuffs.

The cold glint stung the graduate student’s eyes behind her glasses, no longer nonchalant, she was shocked and puzzled, asking, "What do you want to do?"

"You won’t be catching the subway."

The well-meaning officer, attempting to keep things calm, moved to cuff her, but the feminist fighter’s reaction was stunning. She immediately swung her bag to resist while loudly shouting.

"Police brutality!"

Even Boss Jiang, not far away, watching this scene, was taken aback.

Throwing punches.

One must consider the target.

As she resisted arrest, several officers charged forward in unison, working together to pin her down. Yet she continued to struggle desperately, straining her neck to shout, losing one of her pig kidney shoes.

"Help!!! Assault!!!"

Feminism will never be enslaved.

Witnessing this scene, akin to wrestling a festival pig, the wronged Boss Jiang suddenly felt at ease.