I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2747 - 1706: Heavenly Craft Exhibition

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Indeed, I didn’t consider it enough.

The suspended hotel at the Oriental Pearl is nice, but it’s not suitable for older people.

After the two men in suits returned unsuccessfully, Martial Saint carried down his parents’ suitcase.

Parking lot.

Before he could stuff the luggage into the trunk, another stranger appeared from nowhere, trying to take the suitcase.

Martial Saint instinctively glanced at Jiang Chen and seeing no response from him, handed over the suitcase.

He watched the stranger lift the suitcase into a car, quickly looking away, unsurprised.

His brother and sister were in a closely matched... romance.

Who doesn’t have followers and attendants?

Is "The sun rises in the East with me undefeated" just nonsense?

"Mom, get in the car."

He opened the door for his mother and, taking advantage of the elders getting in, Martial Saint lowered his voice and quietly asked, "Brother, should we call Sister Liuli?"

"Just in case."

Four words, simple and effective.

The number of minions is useless, they’re all cannon fodder. Since he hadn’t practiced the Sunflower Manual, the only person he could think of to block his sister was that real Bodhisattva at home who seemed to have no aura but would fight him for snacks.

Martial Saint’s suggestion was very constructive.

Inviting Daoist Sister over is a kind of talisman, but looking at Mr. and Mrs. Wu in the backseat, Jiang Chen just said, "Get in the car."

Martial Saint now seated himself in the front passenger seat.

Boss Jiang personally drove the car away from the Oriental Pearl.

Mr. and Mrs. Wu did want to stay, without any struggle, at most just worried about the "kidnapper."

"Jiang, I think I should call Honghong."

Lan’s mother was very considerate, fearing that the conflict between the two children would escalate, she wanted to reconcile, unlike Wu Guangjiang beside her, lying comfortably against the seat, leisurely, completely unconcerned about someone’s life or death.

"Auntie, I have something to say but I don’t know if it’s appropriate."

On the busy road, the Maybach drove smoothly, indicating the driver’s heart rate was normal, without much fluctuation.

"Say it. There’s nothing you can’t say."

Then someone really started talking.

"Pei Zhi’s current bad temper is because she’s been spoiled. It’s okay if outsiders are afraid of her, but you, as her closest family, shouldn’t be cowering to her. What kind of logic is there for parents to be afraid of their child?"

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The voice wasn’t loud, but it felt like a torpedo was thrown inside the well-soundproofed car cabin, making the ears of the other three inside the car buzz.

If a child is not taught, it’s the father’s fault.

This is true.

But not everything can be generalized; specific situations must be analyzed specifically.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wu Guangjiang couldn’t hold back first, astonished, angry, mixed with a bit of unspeakable frustration.

"So you’re blaming us? Well, good sir, it’s easy for you to say, standing while talking without pain in your back, we spoil her? Can we even say a harsh word to her? Once we do, she won’t recognize us as her parents!"

"Uncle, I think Pei Zhi wouldn’t disown Auntie."

Wu Guangjiang was stifled, his face darkening, his chest clogged, wanting to retort loudly but had no words, so he turned his head away.

"Did you hear that, he’s mocking you. Saying that as a mother you didn’t fulfill your educational duties."

Lan’s mother smiled bitterly, her keen insight apparent, replying helplessly yet sharply: "Jiang, if you pin your hopes on us, it’s definitely futile."

Sitting in the front, Martial Saint nodded in agreement, echoing: "Brother, the only person you can rely on is yourself. Not all products come with after-sales service."

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The final sentence amused everyone, even Wu Guangjiang couldn’t hold back, seamlessly joining his son’s thought, sitting upright, "Exactly! Also, no one forced you, it’s your own choice to bear the consequences. Just like Huang Laoer in our village, he finally couldn’t bear the heat this year and begrudgingly bought an air conditioner. It was supposed to have a two-year warranty, but damn it, not even two months after purchase, it broke. What can you do? You can only blame yourself."

"If it has a warranty, why not ask the manufacturer to take responsibility?"

"Did that. It cost over two thousand for a unit, how could we not? But what good did it do? They had a warranty, but it was the external unit that broke, and their warranty statement said, the external unit is a free gift, not covered by the warranty."

"That’s just too unethical, right? Aren’t they afraid that their sons will be born without buttholes?"

Of course, Martial Saint knew Huang Laoer from the village, too unfortunate, only marrying a wife at the age of forty, but after two or three years, she said she was going out to work, leaving their half-year-old son behind. Huang Laoer played both father and mother, genuinely believing his wife was going out to earn money to improve the family, but unsurprisingly.

After she left, she changed her contact information and was never heard from again, disappearing without a trace, leaving the father and son to depend on each other for survival.

Even so.

With some help from the village, life was bearable, but misfortune never comes singly, that year when the kid was six, he had a high fever, and somehow his brain was affected. While other aspects were normal, his intelligence permanently stayed at the level of a six or seven-year-old, thus growing up to become the village’s "guardian." As long as he wasn’t taken by his father to work in the fields, he’d wander around the village, smiling at everyone he met.

Martial Saint walked his dog Gou Dan around the village, domineeringly without anyone daring to provoke him, but he never bullied this fool who by seniority should be called "uncle."

In fact, many times.

He would chat with him.

Of course.

Only he would talk, and the other would just silly smile.

"Who wouldn’t agree?"