I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2733 - 1698: Want to Know? I’ll Take You

"Jiang, this place is nice. Frog Very Good."

Wu Guangjiang, who was slightly tipsy, had a bit of slurred speech, but his satisfaction was evident on his face.

Following the music outside, he rhythmically tapped his thigh and kept the beat, occasionally taking a leisurely sip of Kibi Gold’s Longjing tea.

Smack.

If one says it directly.

It’s like heaven.

Having grown accustomed to this kind of life, who would want to go back?

Besides tea and snacks, Jiang Chen specially instructed to bring sunflower seeds and peanuts.

"Bro, why don’t you guys continue, I’ll take off."

The Martial Saint, who had drunk two liang and vomited probably more than half, was likely sobering up at this time. Upon realizing that this place was actually his sister’s business, the earthly paradise turned into a dark and eerie Silk Cave in the blink of an eye.

The ancient-style beautiful women roaming outside the room revealed their true nature; they were clearly red powdered skeletons wearing human skin!

Seeing bones as seeing beauty.

Makes me fearless.

Seeing beauty as seeing bones.

Makes me desireless.

The Martial Saint’s cognition elevated, and he suddenly attained enlightenment, unbothered by worldly temptations, wanting to run away.

"You’re the birthday star, how can you leave?"

Jiang Chen stopped him and then glanced at the time, "I’ll have them bring you a bowl of longevity noodles later."

Longevity noodles?

The Martial Saint was shaken to the core.

No need to say.

He’s definitely had too much to drink.

"Bro, if my sister finds out, someone’s gonna die."

He whispered urgently.

Jiang Chen remained indifferent, gently waving a folding fan, "Don’t scare yourself. We’re just here to enjoy tea and music, which is reasonable and legal. Even if your sister knows, what can she say? It’s her shop, we’re here to support her, is there anything wrong with that?"

The Martial Saint could confirm that the other party was definitely drunk. Knowing this earlier, he would rather have gone for a bath and massage than come here.

The Martial Saint felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, on tenterhooks, and walking on thin ice, frequently glancing at the door, fearing that his sister would suddenly burst in like she did during dinner at Peace Hotel earlier. He wished he could drink another two liang and drown himself in intoxication.

"This young girl is quite skilled at a young age, very professional."

Wu Guangjiang enjoyed the moment with his eyes half-closed, completely unaware that he was sitting in his daughter’s territory, highly praising the pipa player’s artistry.

"Of course. Uncle may not know, but the performers here undergo professional and rigorous training, and their skills in their respective fields are in no way inferior to the so-called masters outside."

"Really?"

Wu Guangjiang reluctantly looked away from the window, turning his head, "Learning such classical instruments requires perseverance and a hard-working spirit. These young girls are so young and beautiful, would they be willing to suffer this hardship?"

"Whether they are willing to endure it depends on whether their effort and reward are proportional. Uncle, if you knew their income here, you definitely wouldn’t ask such a question again."

Wu Guangjiang thoughtfully nodded, "Hmm, judging by the decor here, those who come to play are surely not ordinary people, but either wealthy merchants or high-ranking officials."

Jiang Chen set down the folding fan, picked up a peanut, and smiled without speaking.

Wu Guangjiang did not continue digging, asking whether these girls sell art but not themselves.

He’s already in his twilight years, nearing the end of his life, even if it was his first visit, he wouldn’t be unaware of how society works.

"Jiang, do you remember when you performed a play in our village?"

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

Jiang Chen replied.

Wu Guangjiang laughed heartily, "I was puzzled at the time, how did you manage to perform so well after just a few days of rehearsal, turns out you have an artistic talent."

Jiang Chen remained composed, "Uncle, actually this is my second time here."

Wu Guangjiang didn’t follow up, wearing an expression that said ’I understand even without an explanation,’ he took a sip of tea, sighed comfortably, and then leaned on the table to stand up.

"Gonna use the bathroom."

"What are you thinking."

Throwing a peanut into his mouth, the leisurely Jiang Chen turned his head to look at the Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint was restless, feeling his eyelids continuously twitching, and it was even the right eye.

"Bro, heed my advice, I have a bad feeling, we should hurry and leave."

Jiang Chen cracked a peanut, "Wait for your dad to come back, then you talk to him, if he says we go, we’ll go."

The Martial Saint felt slightly relieved, picked up the purple clay cup to drink water, but who knows, the twitching not only didn’t stop, but even the left eye joined in.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Wu Guangjiang still hadn’t returned.

"Could he have fallen into a pit."

The Martial Saint muttered.

"Could he have gotten lost?"

Jiang Chen suddenly slapped his forehead, "There’s a bathroom right inside here!"

That’s right.

Nowadays, even slightly upscale foot massage parlors have bathrooms in the rooms, let alone a place like this.

Just like Wu Guangjiang said, people who come here, regardless of their identity, whether wealthy or high-ranking, surely care about their own privacy, not wanting to be seen by others.

Going to a public bathroom, if you accidentally run into an acquaintance, should you greet them or not?

"Bro, I told you you’re seriously drunk, let’s hurry and leave."

The Martial Saint was quite speechless.

"Find your dad first."

The Martial Saint, feeling it was unwise to linger here, was about to get up but suddenly stopped, his gaze directed outside the window.

There.

No need to look further.

His dad hadn’t gotten lost, nor had he fallen into the toilet; he had actually gone to the stage.

"I live in Dan Yang, surname Dong, name Yong. My parents passed away, leaving me alone.

Just because my father died without a coffin, I sold myself as a slave to bury him.