I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2617 - 1636: You... Despicable!

Don’t misunderstand.

It’s definitely not Room 806’s door being knocked,

not everyone gets the room number wrong.

"Bang bang bang... Did you hear that? Open the door now!"

The commotion outside interrupted Fang Qing’s attempt to call the police and simultaneously silenced the voices from the TV wall.

If I’m not mistaken.

It seems they’re pounding on the door of Room 808 next door.

Catching someone in the act?

Doesn’t seem like it.

"Look—that young lioness is crouching under the shadow of the acacia tree, her eyes locked on a limp zebra calf three hundred meters away. This is her first hunting opportunity in three days, but success or failure hinges on a moment..."

In the flickering TV light, Fang Qing and Jiang Chen exchanged a glance.

"I’ll go take a look."

Boss Jiang promptly got out of bed, much more swiftly than before.

Indeed.

Shen Zhou people love a spectacle.

He tightened his belt, not feeling embarrassed at this moment, swiftly walked to the door, turned the knob, and cracked it open.

After peeking outside, he immediately closed the door and turned back, mouthing silently to Qing Gege on the bed.

"Police—"

That’s right.

A few police officers were standing in the corridor, surrounding the door of Room 808 with serious and intimidating presence, making people worried for the guests inside 808.

Seeing him standing at the door peeking stealthily, Fang Qing, who was angry enough to call the police earlier, chuckled.

Women.

Really unpredictable.

"What’s there to look at?"

She told him to come back.

"Just take a glance."

Tonight’s visit to this hotel was definitely not in vain; one event after another, although the room rate was higher due to the concert, it was worth it.

Since it’s so loud outside, it’s impossible to sleep, Boss Jiang reopened the door to watch, unexpectedly caught by the Fiery Eyes of the police officer.

"Were you the one who called the police?"

A hat-wearing officer shouted at him immediately.

Hold on.

What’s going on?

Did I call the police?

Yes.

I did have the intention to call the police, but that was Qing Gege’s idea, and it hadn’t been implemented yet.

When questioned by the police, Jiang Chen could only come out of the room and deny, "No."

With different zones, these police surely weren’t the same batch as those on the subway earlier today, and seeing Boss Jiang wasn’t the one who reported, they said no more.

"Bang bang bang..."

They started knocking on the door again.

Boss Jiang stood by and observed, roughly understanding the situation.

Tonight, it wasn’t just he and Fang Qing disturbed by 808. Obviously, the next room also has neighbors.

Unexpectedly, it seems Room 809 made the call to the police, no, it should be Room 810.

"Open the door."

Seeing the people inside not cooperating, the officer instructed the hotel staff who came along.

The hotel staff looked frustrated, with a face saying, who wouldn’t find this troublesome, taking out the room card while innocently explaining, "It really has nothing to do with us, totally the guest’s personal actions..."

"Open the door."

The officer had no leisure to listen to his prattle.

"Ding."

The room door was swiped open.

The officers immediately pushed the door, flooding in.

Staying in a hotel, you really should latch the door.

Jiang Chen didn’t follow in, as an unrelated onlooker, watching the scene is fine, but maintaining a sense of boundary is necessary.

Roaring shouts, arguments, all sorts of noise mixed into a chaos, even standing in the corridor, Jiang Chen could roughly guess what was happening inside 808.

Finally.

The next door neighbor stirred, Room 810’s door opened, and a bald man—weird, with balding signs, resembling a middle-aged programmer—poked his head out, glancing outside, only to meet Jiang’s gaze.

Boss Jiang gave a friendly smile.

After all, the man did help them out.

The resident of Room 810 did not respond to Boss Jiang’s polite gesture, retreating swiftly into his room and shutting the door tightly.

Not everyone doing good deeds wants to leave a name.

Maybe he wasn’t pursuing justice, just wanting a good sleep.

Well then.

Boss Jiang was left alone again.

Meanwhile, Qing Gege approached the door but didn’t step out because she was in a robe, holding onto the door frame, shouting.

"What’s there to look at?"

The same stealthiness indeed.

"Just a moment."

Boss Jiang, a man who completes what he starts, motioned Qing Mei to return to bed, stood in the corridor for over ten minutes, and finally saw the night-time officers re-emerge from Room 808.

Hmm.

Two more people than before.

That girl was naturally the one seen chatting in the corridor earlier, but now she’s not so "radiantly charming," akin to a wilted flower, dressed tidily but with drooped head, panic-stricken, unsteady steps, with trembling long legs under high-waist jeans.

Likely a newbie.

This judgment has basis.

Veterans wouldn’t get the address wrong or make such a commotion while working.

Moreover, their psychological resilience wouldn’t be so poor.

Of course.

Jiang Chen waiting wasn’t for the beauty, briefly glanced at her, his gaze quickly landed on the similarly troubled-looking man.

Hmm.

Quite robust, muscular biceps indicating a frequent gym-goer, seems the girl didn’t intentionally make such loud noise.

However, this guy’s skin is really dark, not at all resembling him.

"Thank you for your hard work, police officers."

Though he didn’t call the police, since it helped resolve his trouble, some courtesies should be expressed.

What’s meant by a kind word warming the coldest winter.

The late-night officers felt slightly comforted and didn’t mind Boss Jiang watching the spectacle, nodding in response.

"Go back and rest."

Unity between police and citizens.

"You turtle-son! I curse your ancestors!"

In this peaceful, positive moment, a discordant curse tore through the scene.

Turns out to be that dark-skinned guy.

He glared fiercely at Jiang Chen, probably would’ve lunged at Boss Jiang if not held by the officers.

Obviously.

He misunderstood.

His curses simultaneously startled the bewildered girl, who lifted her dazed head, saw Jiang Chen standing nearby, her pupils shook, and dull eyes suddenly sparkled.

"You... despicable!"

Room 810’s resident didn’t step out to watch for a reason.

Boss Jiang couldn’t help but touch his nose.

Being cursed by that dark guy didn’t bother him much, but that girl...

It hadn’t been long, back when they met right here, didn’t they treat each other courteously?

"Behave! What kind of behavior is this? What kind of actions did you do? Still having the face to curse others? Listen, we will inform your family, partner, and work unit..."

The officer sternly reprimanded, escorting the duo past the wronged Boss Jiang, slowly leaving.