I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2602 - 1630: Do You Believe in Light?

Having a single word in dialogue might not convey much.

So, let’s put it this way.

After a round trip on the metro, lost time, and a shift in scene, Jiang Chen and Fang Qing are already seated in a hotpot restaurant in Qingfeng.

Late autumn, early winter.

This season is quite fitting for hotpot, and quite pleasant as well.

"How old are you, still crying like that."

What’s the matter?

Where did your emotional intelligence go?

Amidst the steaming hotpot, Fang Qing’s face looked very clean.

That’s right.

Clean.

No signs of crying at all.

How does Xu Shangao’s "Natural Face" go?

Rainy day, still strolling, secretly laughing at others with washed-out makeup～

If she cried, the makeup wouldn’t last.

Alright then.

Qing Gege rarely wears makeup; even if some occasions make it unavoidable, it’s usually light makeup. This time she came to River City for a concert, so she wouldn’t waste effort on makeup. Most likely, she just followed her habit of applying some Dabao and that’s it.

Tears don’t affect Dabao’s effect, and even if they did, reapplying only takes a few seconds.

"Who cried? I didn’t wrong you, don’t implicate the innocent."

Qing Gege, acting casually, was swishing beef tripe in the pot, looking nonchalant. As if it wasn’t herself who squatted at the metro station for a few minutes unable to stand, she hinted obliquely that he shouldn’t make baseless accusations.

People aren’t made of wood and stone.

Even Qing Gege has moments of stubbornness.

Since she wouldn’t admit, Jiang Chen naturally wouldn’t force her to.

Who hasn’t cried before?

Every now and then you could hear discussions around them about Xu Shangao’s concert, which would be held in less than two hours at Qingfeng Stadium. Many people wandering nearby were fans coming for the concert.

"Did you buy the tickets?"

Hmm.

Clearly.

Fang Qing was changing the subject.

With Boss Jiang’s savvy, tickets? Does he even need to buy them?

Past events should be left in the past.

Fang Qing herself didn’t know what came over her just now, suddenly overwhelmed by emotions she couldn’t suppress.

But who doesn’t lose composure sometimes.

"Relax."

Boss Jiang gave Qing Mei a look that said "Leave it to me, it’ll be perfectly handled," while munching on pig brains that would make most women queasy, he said, "I’ve already contacted a scalper, we can just pick up the tickets at the entrance later."

"A scalper?"

"Yeah."

Their eyes met across the steam rising from the hotpot.

"You got the tickets from a scalper?"

"That’s right."

Boss Jiang confirmed again confidently, "It’s too late, all tickets are sold out, all sales channels are closed, only the scalpers have them."

Hmm.

Buying tickets right before a concert, if you could actually get them that’d be ridiculous. Maybe Xu Shangao doesn’t have the historical status in Chinese music as Jay Chou, but he’s at least a pioneering figure of non-mainstream music, and ever since leaving that era, he’s been deeply rooted in the music industry, forming his own record label, never leaving the scene, with a solid and massive fan base.

To successfully buy tickets for tomorrow’s concert today.

It’s not impossible.

If you run into "My Father is a Bricklayer," for example.

You don’t even need a whole day, it would work within an hour.

Nope.

Just go directly.

The organizers might even pay you to make an appearance.

But I digress, let’s get back on topic.

Desperate measures, finding a scalper in a pinch isn’t surprising, but the issue is has Boss Jiang forgotten his own status?

He’s truly someone who retreats back to the crowd, not acting like a Sky Dragon Person at all.

Hmm.

His caution kept him from wandering abroad idly, otherwise, without a doubt, he would’ve been targeted by the Dragon Hunter.

They’re all Sky Dragon People, the difference is while others rely on lineage, he attained Physical Body Sanctification.

"How much did you spend?"

Fang Qing got straight to the point, even the hotpot steam couldn’t dilute her sharp gaze.

Women, usually sensitive about money.

If not sensitive, it only means one thing.

They’re treating you like a sugar daddy.

"Sugar daddy" might not be understood by out-of-towners.

It’s another term for a sucker.

Boss Jiang chuckled, patting his pocket with a swagger that’s far from being an act—because it wasn’t one.

"Money’s not an issue."

"I asked, how much did you spend?"

Fang Qing repeated, putting down her chopsticks, practically showing that not only do cells entirely replace every seven years, but even two hours ago, she wouldn’t recognize herself now.

Fellow men should just let the ladies cry more often, it’s way cuter.

"Thirty-six hundred."

"For two tickets?"

"One ticket."

Fang Qing’s pupils dilated then contracted, "Are you a philanthropist?"

Thirty-six hundred for one ticket, wouldn’t two tickets cost seventy-two hundred?

Indeed.

Money’s value lies in being spent, otherwise, it’s no different from wastepaper, but the key is to spend it wisely.

Seventy-two hundred for two tickets, it’s not just a markup, it’s sheer exploitation.

"Getting the tickets is already good enough."

Boss Jiang remained stubborn, unconcerned, "Our goal is to enjoy the concert joyfully, don’t get caught up in these details."

"Do you know how many bowls of hot dry noodles you can buy with seventy-two hundred?"

"..."

Jiang Chen laughed speechlessly.

Couldn’t get past hot dry noodles.

But.

This is what they mean by seeking osmanthus together with wine.

If I had this financial capacity back then, even just a fraction of it, then...

But life has no "ifs."

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks, "Then what do you suggest? Not going? The money’s already spent."

Hmm.

Without the scalpers, there are no tickets, and some things are simply late; delaying them further would lead to a completely different feeling.