I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2738 - 1700: The Bias in People’s Hearts Is a Mountain

"You punk! What are you doing! Let go!"

Upon realizing this was his daughter’s shop, Wu Guangjiang became even more convinced he was being set up, and he came to his senses, scolding loudly.

Martial Saint, who had been quite polite to him today, couldn’t tolerate it anymore. "A man should own up to his actions alone! Wu Guangjiang, if you’re a man, don’t drag me and Brother Jiang Chen down with you!"

"What’s going on now? What’s the argument this time?"

Lan’s mother intervened again to mediate.

Anger, shame, fear, and pity for his mother... all these emotions mixed together like a snowball, growing larger and larger inside Martial Saint, until he couldn’t suppress them and blurted out.

"Mom, ask him what he’s done!"

"What did I do? I did nothing! You punk, I’m your father, you’re setting me up too, aren’t you?"

Wu Guangjiang seemed even angrier, spitting as he spoke.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and from Wu Guangjiang’s agitated reaction, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

"Enough!"

Lan’s mother, trapped in the middle, raised her voice unexpectedly. Even the most gentle person has a temper, "This is Honghong’s shop, so what are you all arguing about? Will Honghong still be able to do business?"

The father and son both shut up, but they stared at each other relentlessly.

"Auntie, here’s the thing."

Jiang Chen spoke up, "Uncle just sang a snippet of opera, right? After the performance, Uncle chatted with the girl he sang with, probably just exchanging some insights about opera..."

Martial Saint was taken aback, then turned around suddenly, his face full of shock.

Lan’s mother also looked at Jiang Chen, her eyes dazed, finally understanding, and then she turned to her husband.

"You..."

"Ju, don’t you know what kind of person I, Wu Guangjiang, am? Besides, that girl is only twenty years old; I’m older than her father!"

Wu Guangjiang, as if bearing a great injustice, angrily slapped the table, causing the soup in the porcelain bowl to ripple.

Jiang Chen felt even more at ease.

The prejudice in people’s hearts is truly a massive mountain.

A rural person, even if he knows how to sing opera, his acting can’t be that realistic.

So it can only explain one thing.

The disappeared twenty minutes, indeed, nothing happened.

With her mind likely in a jumble, Lan’s mother turned back, glanced at her daughter who had only said one sentence until now, then turned back again.

"Did you go to her room?"

"Yes! But I did nothing! I just chatted with her! I felt she’s such a young girl, it’s pitiful for her to be performing here, so I gave her all the money!"

Saying this, to prove his innocence, Wu Guangjiang pulled out his wallet, opened it, and showed it to everyone.

Indeed.

The wallet was empty.

Not a cent of cash was left.

Pitying a performing girl here?

What a novel claim?

"Wu Guangjiang, you’re quite the Bodhisattva! Do you know how much the girls here earn in a day? Rather than pitying them, you should pity yourself!"

"If they had the choice, wouldn’t they choose a more dignified job? Isn’t it pitiful?"

Martial Saint opened his mouth but didn’t yell anymore.

"Ju, if you don’t believe me, you can call that girl over and have her tell you."

Wu Guangjiang said in a steady voice, throwing the wallet on the table, his face full of a clear conscience.

It was obvious that this wasn’t just said for Lan’s mother, but also for the three juniors in the room.

"Honghong is the owner; if we call her over for such matters, where does that leave Honghong’s face?"

Although Lan’s mother had never left the countryside all her life, she had her own thoroughness in considering problems.

The house was full of family, so arguing didn’t matter, but it would be different if word got out.

As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be spread.

"I believe Uncle."

Jiang Chen was the first to stand up and state his position.

Wu Guangjiang only snorted coldly and didn’t appreciate the support. From his perspective as an old guy, this was clearly a blatant conspiracy against him!

"Why don’t you all hide in the restroom, and I’ll confront that girl alone; just listen in!"

That was indeed an idea.

Words alone are not enough.

If it couldn’t be clearly proven, this matter would definitely become a heartache in the future.

Everyone looked at Lan Peizhi.

Seeing there was a result to the argument, Lan Peizhi picked up the phone, made a call, and a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

A tablet computer was brought in and placed beside the longevity noodles.

"It has surveillance video."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

After a silence like the crow and sparrow, Jiang Chen, the only outsider present, stepped up, picked up the tablet on the table, but before playing the video, glanced at Wu Guangjiang.

The implication was clear.

If it’s an act that’s too skillful, once the surveillance footage plays, there’s no room for explanation.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Wu Guangjiang’s response was loud and fearless.

So Jiang Chen clicked on the surveillance video, turning the screen towards Lan’s mother.

People can get drunk, but the surveillance didn’t.

The image quality was clear.

From Wu Guangjiang entering the room, to sitting down and talking, to the scene where he took out money—the whole process was captured clearly.

Martial Saint’s expression went from embarrassed to surprised, then to peculiar.

Jiang Chen, who was acting as a human support frame but also sneakily peeking at the screen, was completely unprepared for this.

How does that saying go?

There are two major hobbies for men.

Leading good women astray.

Persuading prostitutes to change their ways.

From Wu Guangjiang’s attitude, he had a premonition that the other party shouldn’t have gotten handsy, but he hadn’t expected the other party to be so upright!

No mistake.

The footage there wasn’t of a lecherous old degenerate; it showed a moral model with a compassionate and noble character!

"Hmph!"

Counting the time taken going there and back, Wu Guangjiang stayed in the room for only a few minutes.

After the surveillance finished playing, Wu Guangjiang held his head high, flicking his sleeves.

Martial Saint felt awkward, his mouth moved, wanting to speak but hesitated.

"Have you seen clearly? Do you need to watch it again?"

Jiang Chen silently put down the tablet.

"Apologize to your father."

Lan’s mother tugged at her son’s clothes, filled with mixed emotions—amusement, yet relief.

"He... why didn’t he say earlier."

Martial Saint couldn’t save face.

"Didn’t I explain? It’s just that you never believed me! Once doubt arises, no matter what I say it’s just an excuse! Because your prejudice has already sentenced me!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen even started to feel guilty,

"Uncle, I’m sorry..."

With no ideological burden, he quickly apologized.

Wu Guangjiang looked at him with a betrayed expression, "You all, with your black little hearts, plotted against this old guy. If my principles weren’t strong and my morality not so high, I’d really have fallen into your trap!"

"Who plotted against you?"

Martial Saint couldn’t help but retort, though with less confidence, "Stop putting yourself on a pedestal; do you think you’re so incredible? Any man could achieve that."

Customers upstairs and downstairs who were enjoying themselves: Don’t drag me into your bragging.

"Alright, boy, remember what you said today, and if you grow up to be like your old man, I’ll consider you a man!"

No.

Wasn’t it a severed father-son relationship just now?

Martial Saint seemed to have forgotten about cutting off the father-son relationship, countering without thinking, "If it were me, I wouldn’t even go in the door!"

"Enough."

Lan’s mother shook her head helplessly, saying to her husband, "I think you should relax too, let’s go back and rest."

Wu Guangjiang snorted, picked up the wallet on the table, and put it in his pocket.

"Mom, I’ll escort you," Martial Saint said.

Lan’s mother nodded.

A false alarm.

And.

Making a mistake turned into an advantage.

A smile crept up Jiang Chen’s face, the instigator of the plan, as he watched the Wu family walk out. He was about to follow when he suddenly heard three plain words.

"You’re staying."

He stopped abruptly.

Martial Saint, who was opening the door, turned back.

The Wus also turned back.

Martial Saint was powerless.

Wu Guangjiang was gloating.

Lan’s mother said nothing.

"Creak—"

The door slowly closed, swallowing up the figures of the three, through the semi-transparent window curtains, you could see the Wu family’s footsteps leaving quickly outside.

Why aren’t you smiling?

Is it innate, not to love smiling?