I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2722 - 1690: Country Bumpkin (2)

After walking a few steps, he couldn’t help but look back.

"What brand is this?"

Martial Saint, with his complicated and unpredictable emotions, was stunned and then raised an eyebrow, "You’ve already spent the money, and you don’t know the brand?"

"I’m your father, I only studied up to the first grade, it’s all foreign language, can I understand it?"

Martial Saint pretended to be nonchalant, as usual, and jeered, "Don’t you often surf the internet? You know East Sea Pearl and Pujiang, but don’t know this brand?"

"Son, what brand is this? Why is it so expensive, a belt selling for thirty thousand, do really many people buy it?"

Martial Saint laughed, "Mom, do you know how much the rent here is per year? If it can open a store here, there must be people buying it. This is the world-famous luxury brand Hermes, don’t worry about what it sells, once it’s labeled as this brand, the price increases a hundredfold or a thousandfold. But it doesn’t cheat poor people."

"So this is Hermes?"

Wu Guangjiang was surprised.

"Didn’t you already know?"

"Then why doesn’t it just write Hermes? Why use foreign words?"

Clearly, it was a perfect opportunity to mock his father’s ignorance, but Martial Saint didn’t take it.

"Hermès is a foreign brand, should they label it in Chinese instead of foreign language?"

He turned around, pointing at the sign.

"Read with me, Hermès, remember next time, when you see these letters, don’t go in anymore."

No.20, Jingle East Road.

In front of the Gothic building made of granite.

Wu Guangjiang had already forgotten about spending thirty thousand yuan on a belt, smiling broadly as he had Martial Saint take photos of him and his wife.

Considering the weighty yet lightweight birthday gift, Martial Saint didn’t argue with his father and obligingly picked up his phone, deliberately stepping back to ensure the sign of the building was captured by the lens.

Peace Hotel.

This time it was genuine Chinese.

Simple four characters, exuding a strong Renaissance vibe, instantly taking people back to that turbulent, legendary, and romantically imaginative era.

Oriental Pearl, arranged by Jiang Chen.

But coming here for a meal was chosen by Wu Guangjiang.

"Jiang, don’t argue with me, this meal is on me."

After taking a picture with Lan’s mother, Wu Guangjiang said to Jiang Chen, patting his chest, the place where the wallet was kept, "Money is no issue."

Indeed, money is no issue.

A belt worth thirty thousand yuan was bought without a second thought.

In East Sea with millions of people, not many are this extravagant.

Wheat has matured thousands of times.

Finally, a farmer stands up.

"Wu Guangjiang, take it easy, spending money feels good, but you’re overdrawing your future retirement life."

This isn’t mockery, it’s genuine advice.

Honest words are hard to hear.

Such words would only be said by Martial Saint, the son.

Seeing Mr. Jiang stand silent beside them.

"I know what I’m doing. How many times in life do you get moments like this?"

Wu Guangjiang was carefree, grandly organizing a few people to walk inside.

Martial Saint smacked his lips and couldn’t help but glance at his mother beside him, "Mom, aren’t you going to say anything?"

Lan’s mother sighed lightly, seemingly helpless, but then smiled subtly, helplessness followed by acceptance.

"Your dad is right too, how many times can we come to a place like this?"

Seeing his mom say this, Martial Saint immediately found it hard to say anything more, stepping back to Jiang Chen’s side and muttering, "Wu Guangjiang has gone crazy, he really thinks he’s a big spender. I think he truly plans to use his savings to contribute to East Sea’s GDP."

"You go pay for the meal later."

Meanwhile, a card was discreetly slipped into Martial Saint’s hand.

Martial Saint nodded, no need for thanks, "Brother, consider it borrowed from you."

Understanding the ways of the world, Jiang Chen walked with Wu Guangjiang inside, "How much do you owe me now?"

Tensing his expression as the card was stashed into his pocket, Martial Saint said, "Brother, talking like this makes it seem like we’re not family."

"..."

This kid has a bit of a resemblance to Shi Qianxi, willing to admit owing but has no intention to repay.

The creamy white Italian marble, bronze floral chandeliers, and octagonal stained glass dome created a visually immersive construction of the "Far East First Building" luxury.

Wu Guangjiang looked around, nodding frequently, "Ju, see this? This is the Peace Hotel often shown on TV. Back during wartime, they said if you entered here, you’d be safe."

"That’s all bullshit, when the country is about to collapse, expecting a hotel to ensure your safety is a dream."

Martial Saint sneered.

In the past, Peace Hotel was frequented by the elite, with high thresholds that ordinary people couldn’t cross. But with the tide of the times, Peace Hotel lowered its standards, becoming accessible to regular folks. As long as you have money, you can consume here, and except for special circumstances, it generally doesn’t even require reservations.

"Please follow me."

Looking at the waiter who seemed to have stepped out of an old movie serving him, Wu Guangjiang couldn’t help but lament.

"Having money is great."

"Let us take a look first, call you later."

Seated at an empty table, Martial Saint took the menu.

"Alright."

The classy and elegant waiter was about to leave when Wu Guangjiang asked, "Got any seeds?"

The male waiter paused, guessing that he rarely got such requests.

"Peanuts work too."

"Please wait a moment."

Though the request was rare, the customer’s needs should certainly be met.

"They say East Sea is exclusive, but... it’s quite nice here."

Lan’s mother murmured, not as free as Wu Guangjiang, her posture more cautious, speaking not too loudly.

Martial Saint opened the menu, "Mom, with money, wherever you go you’ll see politeness and smiles. Try it without money."

"Very normal." Wu Guangjiang said nonchalantly, "If people can’t get benefits from you, why would they be nice to you?"

Ultimate simplicity.

Jiang Chen noted that even though Lan Peizhi’s father wasn’t particularly educated, he was quite "aware."

"Please enjoy."

A plate of seeds and peanuts was delivered, but they were in a palm-sized porcelain plate, making Wu Guangjiang furrow his brow.

"Hold on."

"Can you bring more?"

"This little amount, who can eat it?"

"Not for free. Put it on the bill; we’ll pay later!"

So rustic.

So very rustic.

Even Martial Saint, looking at the menu, felt a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry. I’ll get you more."

The waiter tried to take the two palm-sized porcelain plates away, but Wu Guangjiang stopped him. Had it been on his own turf, like at a village restaurant, he’d surely have lost his temper, but considering it was Great East Sea, the renowned Peace Hotel, Wu Guangjiang remained restrained.

"Go serve two more plates."

"Okay."

The waiter left apologetically.

"Are you here to eat or to snack on seeds?"

After the waiter left, watching his father peeling peanuts, Martial Saint spoke without good humor.

Can he not get along with the restaurant staff?

Look at what he’s doing.

The restaurant’s service attitude was already excellent.

They even managed to provide seeds and peanuts; at certain places, you might not get anything, or you might even be asked to leave.

"The dish hasn’t been served."

As he spoke, Wu Guangjiang tossed peanuts into his mouth, really treating it like a village fly restaurant.

"This is Peace Hotel, Wu Guangjiang, can’t you stop embarrassing yourself, do you think having a little bit of money lets you show off here?"

"What am I showing off about? What’s wrong with snacking on seeds and peanuts? And I’m paying for it."

Martial Saint laughed, opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something but ultimately didn’t.

Decades of habits and qualities, where is just a few words going to correct them?

"You order."

Jiang Chen interjected, halting the argument between father and son.

Martial Saint managing to hold back already showed his maturity. It’s normal to dislike certain parental behaviors because they haven’t experienced the world you’ve seen, haven’t undergone the life you’re fortunate to experience. They’ve lived in their own circles and class all their life, so perspectives can’t be the same.

It’s unfair to stand outside your parent’s limited understanding and blindly condemn their ignorance and narrow-mindedness.

Like Boss Jiang, who from beginning to end, hasn’t spoken any unnecessary words, and even extended a hand, peeling seeds together with them.

"Hillbilly."

The family’s battle ceased, but the mundane act of snacking on seeds in Peace Hotel disturbed the "elegant interest" of other guests.

A voice of disdain came from the adjacent table.