I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2601 - 1629: Hot Dry Noodles

Not every fighter can greet the victory of the final Chapter.

Although the annual pig is hard to press down, it can’t escape the predetermined ending.

"Mr. Jiang, I’m truly sorry."

It’s not just shame; the performance of the local top university’s graduate students has made the police officers on site feel embarrassed.

It’s like absurdity opening the door to absurdity; it’s absurd to the extreme.

A thought emerged in the minds of several police officers simultaneously.

Damn it.

Are they really that dumb?

Such a bizarre individual can get into River City University’s graduate program?

"A lawyer will contact you later."

Boss Jiang wasn’t joking; if that female graduate student had heeded the police officers’ advice, realized her mistake, and sincerely came over to apologize, he wasn’t someone without grace.

But unfortunately, her beliefs are deeply rooted.

Since that’s the case, Boss Jiang feels that since he has the ability and the chance to encounter this, he must take on the responsibility to eliminate this harm for the majority of male compatriots.

According to relevant provisions of the criminal law, using violence or other means to publicly insult or fabricate facts to defame others, if the circumstances are serious, can result in imprisonment, detention, control, or deprivation of political rights for up to three years.

As for what constitutes "serious circumstances."

Punching Boss Jiang certainly qualifies as serious circumstances.

And this doesn’t even include the prior violent resistance to arrest, assault on law enforcement officers, and a series of other actions.

So.

This female graduate student cannot just miss today’s subway; she likely won’t be able to ride the subway for the next three years.

The subway card will still be usable after three years.

The question is whether River City University will accept her to continue completing her graduate studies once she’s out.

"What can you do to me? I’m a woman! I’m a graduate student at River City University!"

Still shouting.

Still shouting.

She hasn’t even put on the pig kidneys, the white long mesh stockings stepped on the ground; despite her age, she has a tender girl’s heart.

Jiang Chen was momentarily unsure whether she was genuinely proud of River City University or if she had a vendetta against it.

To nurture such a student.

Hmm.

Indeed blessed.

"Girl, you’re going to jail."

Originally, as a woman, Fang Qing didn’t want to intervene, but in the end, she couldn’t hold back.

Her face flushed red, stomping her feet, fortunately, two police officers were holding her down on both sides.

"Shut up!"

She screamed hysterically, her anger at Fang Qing clearly surpassing that at Jiang Chen, the pervert, at the moment.

Also.

In her eyes, Fang Qing, her peer, had undoubtedly betrayed the "revolution."

A traitor deserves to be drowned in the pig cage!

"I won’t go to jail, there’s no way I’ll go to jail! What did I do wrong? I just said a few words; you guys are delusional!"

Well.

Let’s not mention being a fellow provincial; stepping back, as a member of the highly educated intellectuals, Boss Jiang feels ashamed at this moment.

Is the threshold of River City University really this low?

Even if they’re not in the same legal profession as Qing Gege, students of other majors should have at least some basic legal knowledge.

How can someone like this enter Jiang University for graduate studies, while he couldn’t even pass the undergraduate admission back then?

Hmm.

That’s because River City University had higher admission scores in the province.

It must be that.

"Take your graduate certificate and gender proof to court for your statement. Hopefully, they can help you."

"Damn pervert! Ah!!!"

The scream was like a sharp drill, causing ear pain.

Jiang Chen is grateful that the women he has encountered so far, though unusual, at least have been mentally stable.

By comparison.

Even Shi Qianxi, that grandma, seems adorable.

"Take her, take her!"

The police officers were also tortured.

Gender indeed has advantages.

If it were a man, once inside, the entire system would ensure a blackout, with only the electric batons illuminated.

Of course.

For determined feminist fighters, physical pain is not a concern; facing defamation charges in court, followed by imprisonment in a women’s prison, where she can’t see men and can’t fight, is the most extreme cruelty to her.

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!"

To those unaware, they might think the police had caught a female mental patient.

As she was taken away, she began to scream like a banshee, revealing her ugly side.

Increasingly like an annual pig.

Jiang Chen quickly felt relieved again.

Education filters out academic dregs, not scum.

And scum.

Doesn’t solely refer to males.

"It’s okay now, you all can get back to work."

Seeing a few police officers awkwardly standing there, Boss Jiang, being considerate, spoke out.

In such a large city, there are bound to be peculiar people that aren’t related to the police uncles.

Moreover, the police uncles are so impartial, showing no favoritism towards the local top university’s graduate students, being fair and just, winning the praise of the masses.

Indeed.

Having followed this far, once they understood the real story, the onlookers clapped and cheered over the removal of that battle monk, with some even shouting praises for the impartiality of the police officers.

The eyes of the masses are sharp as ever.

The police officers courteously bid farewell, while also not forgetting to nod and smile at the surrounding crowd.

The times have changed.

In the past, it was very simple for boxers to fight, relying solely on their words, but because it was so easy and straightforward, boxers never learned to anticipate danger, to pursue progress, always relying on one trick to navigate the martial world, completely ignorant of keeping pace with the times.

The result is that as their moves and routines gradually spread throughout the martial world, their trick lost its former effectiveness, becoming increasingly ineffective. If it were in the past, even when the truth was revealed, the public would look at Boss Jiang with somewhat strange eyes, but they didn’t take it seriously.

Fang Qing saw all of this.

The real-life version of the "wolf is coming" story.

These feminist fighters harm not only men’s interests; women are victims too.

When similar defamation events increase in number, one day, should women really suffer illegal harm, no one will believe it to be true and will reflexively doubt whether it’s another boxing incident.

"We must freeze the punishment and let her serve three years in prison."

Hearing Qing Mei’s words, Jiang Chen was slightly stunned.

To defend him, she abandoned her stance as a woman.

How could he not be moved?

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, he heard: "It’s precisely these kinds of people, with their personal desires and biases, that consume society’s tolerance and care for women; such people caught one should sentence one."

Alright.

The words that hadn’t had time to come out stayed at the edge of his mouth and then were swallowed back.

Self-conceited.

It wasn’t for him that she was angrily indignant.

"Looks like I have to tear off that sticky note about going to River City University to see the cherry blossoms."

Bass Jiang said calmly.

In the long years at Sanjian Courtyard, the wishes made surely included more than just watching Jay Chou’s concert, there were quite a few fragmentary promises.

Going to a top university in the provincial capital to see cherry blossoms is one of them.

But now it seems.

It’s not just that the timing is wrong, there’s simply no need anymore.

"Cherry blossoms have been seen in Japan, right? They should be prettier than those at River City University."

See.

Not only is there disgust towards the recent feminist fighter, but the negative emotion in Qing Gege’s heart even extended to River City University behind the feminist fighter.

Even the neighborhood committee compared Japanese to Jiang University and straightforwardly said Jiang University is inferior.

Hmm.

Traitors are indeed more hateful than enemies.

Jiang Chen chuckled silently, "Lucky, back then my score wasn’t high enough; otherwise, I might have really entered Jiang University."

"Is this what you call luck?"

Fang Qing seemed finally convinced.

Jiang Chen laughed heartily, "You should be glad too; if I could score that high, wouldn’t you have had to enter Jiang University too?"

"Why should I enter Jiang University? My score was that high."

Fang Qing questioned in confusion.

Exactly.

Jiang Chen’s score wasn’t enough, but hers was more than adequate.

"If it were Jiang University, wouldn’t you have lowered your standards to attend university with me?"

Finally.

Finally.

Finally no longer pretending to be naive.

Fang Qing said nothing, silently examining him.

Jiang Boss, recently slandered as a pervert, remained expressionless, "Isn’t that so?"

"Then why didn’t I go to East Sea University with you?"

Fang Qing asked.

Jiang Chen said lightly, "Because East Sea’s hot dry noodles are more expensive than River City’s."

Fang Qing was stunned, then burst into laughter, her long hair fluttering, her fragrant shoulders shaking uncontrollably, even.

Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Hmm.

East Sea’s living standards could not compare with River City’s.

Neither could the cost of romance.

After certain someone got together with Ai Qian back then, spiritually they were certainly happy, but they lived tough lives. Luo Peng and close friends all witnessed this, working several part-time jobs.

The scholarship would only support completing your studies, not fund your romantic expenses.

Therefore.

Boss Jiang really always knew.

And.

Knew it all.

"Is it really that funny?"

Fang Qing laughed so hard she bent over, laughed until she was out of breath, due to her posture, her long black hair cascaded down in a waterfall, covering her face.

Her appearance couldn’t be seen.

Only the shaking of her body could be felt.

Was there really a need for such a big reaction, just talking about East Sea’s expensive hot dry noodles?

Someone who truly achieved great wisdom appears helpless, observing Qing Mei ultimately squatting by the subway platform, the subway stopping and departing, people getting off and on, like a slideshow.

Boss Jiang also slightly raised his head.

What is studying for?

To make a person understand reason and honor and shame, then be reserved and humble, strict with oneself, tolerant of others, speak with measure, laugh with moderation, speak with virtue, act with surplus.

That female graduate student didn’t understand, and Boss Jiang seemed to have forgotten too.

Laugh with moderation.

Laugh with moderation!

Some matters, since haven’t been mentioned all along, should never be mentioned.

"If you don’t leave soon, I’m leaving."

Bass Jiang’s tone was no longer the usual casual, nor flippant, unexpectedly mixed with undeniable hoarseness.

He still held his head up, in a forty-five-degree angle, while Qing Mei squatted on the ground, he was still posing.

"Is East Sea’s hot dry noodle really that expensive?"

Fang Qing’s voice was indistinct, like a child’s mumbling.

"I never had hot dry noodles in East Sea."

Sincerely a female fighter from childhood, in the eyes of Boss Jiang’s group of childhood friends, remarkably scheming, never exposing weakness, Fang Qing lowered her head, buried it in her knees, squatting there, her long black hair falling on her legs, her shoulders trembling even more.