I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2784 - 1730: Stink Bomb~

The teeth ultimately didn’t get brushed.

Someone lay back in bed, wondering whether it was the black coffee or hygiene habits causing the lack of sleepiness despite the late hour.

The same must be true for the neighbor.

Someone deemed a "bootlicker" must be disconnected from cowardice, yet causing chaos on a first visit—truth be told, Boss Jiang didn’t have such audacity.

Moral standards didn’t permit it either.

"Boom."

Insomniac Boss Jiang found the remote and turned on the TV.

He had no fear of getting tattled on; the other party’s courage surely was smaller, and you can’t catch a thief without the evidence or accuse without the act.

Besides.

Earlier was simply a misunderstanding.

Pushing random buttons on the remote, Boss Jiang discovered a movie—the key thing being, it was free.

He clicked on it, tossed the remote on the bedside table, and truly focused on watching.

"Need wind, need meat; need hotpot, need fog; need beauties, need a donkey!"

In the light cast by the screen, Boss Jiang reclined against the headboard, his expression relaxed; even though he’d watched this old film before, he still occasionally smiled.

Not—

Truly able to immerse oneself in the film?

"Since she’s widowed, I can’t let her remain lonely."

"Lady, let’s be clear, we’re sharing a bed but not bodies. If I misbehave, there’s the pistol—you can dispose of me anytime, and if you have needs, I won’t refuse."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chen was sure the director was brilliant; creating such shameless content was surely not the work of an ordinary person.

The room outside was silent.

No surprise, Pei Linhan and his wife were already asleep.

Why do many women suffer humiliation silently?

International stars do the same, right?

Half an hour remained calm, and Jiang Chen completely let his guard down, concentrating on the film.

Like books, each viewing of a film at different life stages offers different thoughts.

For instance, Sixth Brother in the film was forced to death over trivial matters like whether to pay for one or two bowls of noodles; previously it seemed foolish, stubborn, incomprehensible, and even the scene felt nonsensical, but now upon rewatching, Jiang Chen thought of Apang Palace, Tiger Foolish Brothers and Sisters, Lan Peizhi, and had different insights.

Why did bandit Zhang Mazi become Goose City’s ruler?

The movie explicitly articulated through character dialogue.

"Equality, equality, damn it, equality!"

Sixth Brother wasn’t stupid, but willingly died for his godfather’s ideology, out of loyalty to Zhang Mazi, using his life to demonstrate to the people his father was unlike any previous county chiefs.

While Boss Jiang leisurely revisited the old film.

Next door.

The peerless beauty, having donned conservative pajamas, tossed and turned.

She didn’t dare scream or report; it didn’t mean she understood.

This was her own home.

Why were they so bold?

Grabbing the phone to check.

Whoa.

Unbeknownst, an hour had passed.

Pei Yunxi abruptly sat up, disregarding her disheveled appearance, knelt against the headboard, turned her head, and pressed close against the wall.

If filmed and exposed, it would definitely shatter fans’ illusions.

Wasn’t she their ethereal, aloof goddess?

"People don’t want to believe a bandit named Mu Zhi, they’d rather believe he’s called Mazi, especially believing his face was damn covered in pockmarks..."

A crystal-clear ear almost pressed against the wall.

Listening surely wasn’t clear.

Yet faintly seemed able to hear the TV sound.

Should she blame poor soundproofing, or late-night TV watching for being too loud?

Still watching TV?

Increasingly agitated, Pei Yunxi grew more unsettled.

Not fear of scarcity but of inequality.

This certainly made sleeping harder.

She continued pressing against the wall until convinced she hadn’t misheard, that the other was truly enjoying pleasant times, she withdrew her head and suddenly threw off the quilt.

Meanwhile.

Boss Jiang was oblivious to the eavesdropping next door; as the movie reached its climax and conclusion.

Once, he thought, or anyone who’d seen the film surely thought its essence lay in Zhang Mazi rallying city folk to storm the fortress and overthrow Huang Silang, returning what Huang Silang plundered back to the people.

But now Jiang Chen believed the film’s core was the story’s end, the "start-up" brothers parting ways.

"Big Brother, we’re heading to East Sea."

"Not going back to the mountain with me?"

"Want to return to the mountain? Your legs are unsteady now."

"Why... didn’t you give me a heads-up?"

"Isn’t giving you this heads-up now?"

"Weren’t you going to join me as bandits, handing out money?"

"Haven’t we already handed out all the money today? Anything more thrilling than today? Even wearing this hat now."

"So you’re changing your philosophy?"

"Well, of course."

"Third Brother, any plans?"

"I’ll marry her for Second Brother."

"Oh, Second Brother..."

"Big Brother, I’m Third Brother."

"Uh, Third Brother, aren’t you happy with me?"

"Happy, just... not very relaxed."

"Go, don’t forget—next time, give me a heads-up."

"Alright, take care, Big Brother."

"Take care. Goodbye, Big Brother."

"Goodbye, Big Brother."

"Zhang Mazi—!"

Camera swiveled.

Huang Silang appeared atop his fortress, threw out his hat, then.

"Boom!"

Jiang Chen startled, not by the film’s fortress explosion, but the real thud!

Indeed.

Occurred in the room!

Could it be too late, the world’s operating systems glitching?

Before he recovered, a pungent stench hit, nearly causing vomit.

His mood shattered, Jiang Chen swiftly held his breath, then darted his eyes around, quickly focusing.

Near the door.

On the floor.

Unknown when it appeared, an unidentified plastic bag like object lay.

Jiang Chen was certain it wasn’t there when he got into bed.

The stench grew stronger, Jiang Chen pinched his nose, got out of bed, approached the door, squatted down, examined closely, and froze.

Wasn’t this...

The stink bomb they played with as kids?!

Slight pressure made it swell and burst, causing its contents to release a stench beyond words.

Jiang Chen tilted his head, glancing at the crack under the door, his eye twitched reflexively.

Who the hell was this bored?!

On TV.

A solitary Zhang Mazi rode a white horse down the railway tracks at the story’s start.

Suddenly behind, familiar singing returned.

Turning back abruptly.

A horse-drawn train passed with dust flying.

"Third Brother, heading to East Sea or Pudong?"

"Third Brother, going to Pudong or East Sea?"

"East Sea is Pudong, Pudong is East Sea—"