I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2732 - 1697: Appreciated by Both the Refined and the Vulgar (Part 2)

"Your dad’s not young anymore, and he’s had so much to drink, you’re going to leave him alone at the hotel?"

"He can handle his drinks. Hardly a day goes by without him drinking from childhood till now. It’s no big deal."

"Jiang, feeling better now?"

Saying so, Wu Guangjiang walked over with unsteady steps.

Jiang Chen nodded and grinned, "Uncle, I’ll take you back to the hotel."

Wu Guangjiang immediately waved his hand.

"Why go back to the hotel? It’s not easy to come by, why waste the chance by lying in a hotel?"

"So, Uncle, do you mean..."

Wu Guangjiang threw a glance over, but Jiang Chen didn’t understand, so Wu Guangjiang had to explain, "They say the nightlife in East Sea is quite exciting?"

"Wu Guangjiang, are you trying to have some fun now that my mom’s not here?"

Martial Saint immediately started cursing.

"What are you talking about? How about a bath and a massage? I came all this way to East Sea, can’t I relax a bit?"

"You want a bath and a massage? Wu Guangjiang, don’t you know how old you are? Aren’t you ashamed?"

"You brat. Don’t use your dirty mind to judge your old man. I’ve been devoted to your mom all my life and would never do anything to betray her. I wouldn’t even be afraid to call her now and tell her. Coming to the big city, can’t I have a little experience and relaxation?"

Wu Guangjiang spoke in a frank and upright manner, then he glanced at Jiang Chen, "Right, Jiang?"

As a younger man, especially standing in Jiang Chen’s position, how could he respond?

There’s no way to refuse.

A bath and a massage are indeed not illegal.

Coming all this way with such interest, how could one not support it?

"Jiang, pick a place, the three of us will go together, and I’ll cover the expenses."

"You’re going to use my sister’s card again, right?"

Martial Saint cut in, and just couldn’t help getting annoyed, "You know if it weren’t for you, my sister wouldn’t have known, you screwed us once before, and now you’re doing it again?"

Wu Guangjiang stiffened his neck, "Even if I didn’t use the card, you think your sister wouldn’t find out? It’s only a matter of time. It’s all in the past now!"

"You’re not thinking about it, go back to sleep."

"If you don’t go, I’ll go by myself!"

Wu Guangjiang also got stubborn, "Goodness, since when did sons start ruling over their fathers? It’s absurd!"

Saying so, Wu Guangjiang prepared to leave, "You all go back, don’t worry about me."

"Uncle!"

Jiang Chen quickly stopped him, "Uncle! Please calm down."

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen whispered to Martial Saint, "Your dad drank so much, if anything happened to him alone, your mom and sister would never forgive you."

Martial Saint turned his head, silent.

The pretentious Wu Guangjiang soon stopped.

"Uncle, you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with relaxing, but it’s not suitable to get a massage right after drinking."

"Then a foot soak should be fine, right?"

See.

How simple.

He really hadn’t thought anything else.

The massage he mentioned was just a plain massage.

"How about this, I’ll take Uncle to a place that’s definitely more comfortable than a foot soak, and Uncle probably hasn’t experienced it yet."

Wu Guangjiang immediately got interested, eyeing Jiang Chen curiously and then inexplicably said, "What about Martial Saint..."

"He’ll come too."

Jiang Chen said, even more straightforward and open.

Wu Guangjiang was a bit stunned.

He was still shocked that the other party was so "daring".

It turns out he misunderstood.

Since he’s bringing Martial Saint, it must be a legitimate place, similar to a spa.

But it doesn’t matter.

He originally just didn’t want to waste the chance to experience some green services in an international city.

"So why waste time, let’s hurry then?"

Jiang Chen walked to the roadside, swiftly flagged down a taxi.

Upon hearing the destination, the taxi driver glanced at the three guys of different ages through the rearview mirror.

"Bro, what’s this place?"

Martial Saint asked curiously.

Qinyuan.

The name sounds quite elegant, totally not matching with a foot massage parlor.

"A place to enjoy some music and have some tea."

Jiang Chen nonchalantly replied, though he had only been there once. It just popped into his mind earlier.

Drink tea and listen to music?

The Martial Saint was a bit stunned, "Brother, is it this refined?"

"What’s there to ask? Just follow Jiang’s arrangement."

Wu Guangjiang, well-versed in the art of being a guest, took the opportunity to close his eyes and rest, and soon fell asleep, snoring away, until he was woken up by Jiang Chen upon arriving.

"Uncle, we’ve arrived."

Around seven or eight, precisely the evening rush hour, the traffic jams combined with waiting at red lights made the journey take almost an hour.

However, after an hour’s metabolism, the alcohol in their bodies somewhat diluted, and the three men of different ages no longer walked in such an eye-catching manner after getting off the car.

From Brother Jiang Chen’s introduction, the Martial Saint instinctively thought it was a place like a teahouse or theater. Although he had never experienced it, he had heard of the leisure ways of high society, but when he actually arrived and entered, he realized he was gravely mistaken, and the error was outrageous.

Looking up, layers of buildings spread upwards, towering and majestic, rendering people insignificantly small. Gilded bronze bells hung between the flying eaves and dougong brackets, occasionally swaying with the wind, producing a clear sound that harmonized with the faint sound of pipa from within the buildings.

Massive white jade columns carved with dragons and phoenixes that couldn’t be circled by two adults supported the view of every visitor. From bottom to top, all doors and windows were made of rosewood, inlaid with mica chips, shimmering with mesmerizing colors under the magnificent lighting.

Climbing the inlaid wood stairs embedded with mother-of-pearl, the Martial Saint inadvertently looked up and discovered the dome decorated with ancient colored paintings of unknown origin. Although with his skills, he could not discern which masterpiece it was, it was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Twelve palace lanterns hung down with apricot-yellow tassels, making the gold thread on the carpet with entangled lotus patterns faintly glow. Eight purple sandalwood and cloud stone tables were arranged casually, each paired with six southern official’s hat chairs, the backs adorned with embroidered cushions themed around the Four Gentlemen: plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum.

The innermost stage was surrounded by water on three sides, with golden phoebe wood railings carved with the entire story of "The Romance of the West Chamber." At this moment, a girl with a soaring crane hairstyle was holding a curved-neck pipa, her slender fingers sweeping across the icy strings, sounding like jade beads falling onto a platter. On the sandalwood incense table in front, a Xuande Furnace was placed, releasing a wisp of agarwood smoke that veiled the entangled patterns on her moon-white ru skirt, making it more ethereal.

The decoration had undergone some changes compared to the last visit.

It was even more captivating.

The person who once spent a fortune here to win the Oiran remained neither arrogant nor impatient, strolling leisurely.

The "waiter" shuttled between the floors, carrying an engraved silver tray. In the Ru Kiln sky blue glaze tea bowl, the tender buds of Pre-Qingming Longjing tea unfurled in the steaming natural spring water. The sound of chess pieces hitting the board echoed from the elegant rooms upstairs.

Not only were there ancient style maidens but also literati with white hair and beards. Behind a half-rolled Xiangfei Bamboo Curtain, an old tea doctor in a gray gown was performing tea hundred games in the corner, where a lifelike Chang’e Flying to the Moon emerged in the tea soup.

"Creak."

When they entered the private room and sat down, the Martial Saint was still in a daze, unable to pull himself together.

Let alone Wu Guangjiang, who came from the countryside.

In fact, a place like this has nothing to do with where one is from.

How many native East Sea locals have witnessed or visited such glamour?

The windows were open, allowing one to enjoy the cultural scenery outside without being disturbed.

"Uncle, are you satisfied?"

Wu Guangjiang, who unconsciously had his mouth agape, was finally brought back to reality as if awakening from a dream, smacking his lips.

His first thought at this moment was.

That the internet is still too limited.

At the same time.

He witnessed the immeasurable gap between people.

The villagers, facing the yellow soil with their backs to the sky, could never imagine such a Heavenly Palace on earth, no matter how they racked their brains.

"What more need be said."

He sighed endlessly, the girl playing music outside seemed to step out of an ancient book, even more beautiful than celebrities.

"Brother, this place is not just for drinking tea and listening to music, is it?"

The Martial Saint murmured.

"Drinking tea and listening to music is enough for us."

Jiang Chen, from somewhere, pulled out a folding fan, flicked it open with his fingers, looking out the window, embodying the cool elegance of a worldly noble gentleman.

Refined.

So very refined.

Indeed, are there any other programs that matter here?

The world’s appearance depends on one’s own eyes.

Living in this world, one must learn to appreciate both the refined and the vulgar.

"What I mean is, if my sister finds out..."

The Martial Saint glanced at Wu Guangjiang, who was staring straight out the window, his eyes seemingly glazed, captivated to the point of losing his soul.

He didn’t shout out loudly.

He is a son.

At the same time.

Also a man.

Therefore.

He could understand.

It wasn’t just the girl playing music.

Every girl that appeared in their view upon entering looked as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal.

Jiang Chen waved the folding fan, elegant and graceful.

"This place is run by your sister."

"What??!!"

The Martial Saint’s round stool tilted, nearly causing him to fall.