I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2439 - 1542: Second Update

"Don’t say anything, I watched Dragon Ball again in the detention center."

More barbecue skewers were brought over.

Authentic charcoal-grilled, not fried nonsense.

Fu Zili chewed with oil oozing, savoring every bite.

The days inside were certainly peaceful, but not much was gained.

"You could watch Dragon Ball in the detention center? I thought it was all news broadcasts."

"That was before. Cartoon shows are more soul-cleansing than news broadcasts, helping people turn over a new leaf."

Tie Jun drifted off for a moment, pondering the depth of it.

"Fu Zili has gained some depth after spending some time in the detention center, now he has a flavor like Mr. Xing, 300 Tang poems to vanquish demons."

"Hehe."

Fu Zili grinned, seemingly getting more energetic, holding a greasy skewer in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.

"What’s the happiest thing in life? Perhaps it’s night, barbecue, wasabi squid, and ice-cold Jinlongquan."

"The gates of Zhanghua Temple are beckoning to you."

"What a joke. I could never become a monk. I’ve said it; I must pass on the family line."

"Becoming a monk doesn’t mean ending your family line; many monks now have wives and concubines, I’ve seen it a few times in the shop."

"Running a business, you’ll always encounter monsters."

Fu Zili laughed, "Monasteries are indeed a good business, maybe I’ll study them when I have the time."

"Don’t bite off more than you can chew, what, you want to compete to be the richest in Sha City?"

Tie Jun teased.

"I wouldn’t dare think about it."

Fu Zili shook his head immediately, "Isn’t the richest person in Sha City sitting right here?"

Boss Jiang, showing no airs, was gnawing on a chicken foot skewer, giving Tie Jun advice as he chewed.

"It’s a bit overcooked."

"I had them do it that way on purpose; Qing Gege likes it."

"Junzi, this is your problem."

Fu Zili imitated a tone, "Don’t think just because your wife isn’t here, that you don’t need to be careful. You’re so concerned about Fang Qing; you better be careful your wife doesn’t misunderstand."

"Aren’t I a man in your eyes?"

Fang Qing said flatly.

Jiang Chen and the others burst into laughter, unable to stop themselves.

"Let’s go——"

"Mr. Min."

A sudden phone call made Fang Qing put down her chopsticks.

"Fang Qing, about the fund, I reported it to the principal. The school held an emergency meeting with the main leaders to seriously discuss this issue. After two meetings, the establishment of the special education fund was approved..."

Fang Qing understood, "I see, Mr. Min, I’ll coordinate with you on the remaining matters."

"Great, having students like you and Jiang Chen is truly the pride of Sha City High School. I won’t disturb you any longer."

"Goodbye, Mr. Min."

After hanging up, Fang Qing turned to someone enjoying their drinks and chat, "The fund was approved by Sha City High."

Jiang Chen was a bit surprised.

Who would refuse a sponsorship gift?

"Make sure you add your accountability clause."

"The money."

Fang Qing got straight to the point.

Jiang Chen gave her a side-eye, "Do you think I’d deny it? Even if I did, wouldn’t you just go to Li Shuru?"

This was a bit of a grudge.

Paying debts is only right.

He played coy as if he wouldn’t pay, and she went to Li Shuru to settle; what’s the problem?

"What are you two whispering about?"

"I went to Sha City High a few days ago and happened to bump into Old Min."

"Old Min? Fang Qing’s class teacher? The head of the Student Affairs Department?"

Tie Jun’s titles were intriguing and his impression of Old Min seemed quite deep.

"Yeah."

Jiang Chen smiled childishly, "When I went, I happened to catch him playing basketball, didn’t recognize me, and I totally outplayed him."

Tie Jun laughed teasingly.

"Didn’t you say back then that Old Min was your sworn brother?"

As a brother and an alumnus of Sha City High, Tie Jun knew that Jiang Chen used to get called to the Student Affairs Office quite often.

Didn’t know for what.

Ever since his aunt passed away, Jiang Chen’s personality changed a lot, in high school he became diligent and studious, never getting into trouble. Why promote it as if he and Old Min were lifelong friends?

Clearly bragging.

"Yes, so to thank him for taking care of me back then, I specifically treated him to a meal."

Jiang Chen maintained a straight face.

Fang Qing didn’t show any signs.

Tie Jun definitely didn’t know where the meal was held and asked, "Is Old Min doing well?"

Being the head of the Student Affairs Department means naturally being at odds with students, plus Old Min was very diligent, never showing a happy face at school, akin to a strict judge, but looking back at it now, it brings a smile.

"Which aspect are you asking about? His health is okay, he can jump around, but his career didn’t progress much, he’s still in the same position he was when we left, still the head of the Student Affairs Department."

Jiang Chen’s serious humor made even the outsider Fu Zili laugh.

Not to mention high school, Fu Zili dropped out of middle school to mix in society, otherwise where would he get his current status?

"Working in the Student Affairs Department at school is the same hardship as working in the Discipline Inspection Department, not easy."

Fu Zili said with a laugh while downing his beer, "It’s hard for people in such positions to progress."

Tie Jun nodded, then curiously asked Fang Qing, "Why did Old Min call you again?"

"He set up a special education fund at Sha City High School."

Tie Jun was surprised.

"A fund?"

Fang Qing concisely explained the nature of the fund.

"A hundred million?"

Fu Zili was shocked. He had worked tirelessly, even risking his life for years, yet hadn’t accumulated such wealth.

It’s hard for many to grasp what a hundred million really means; it sounds almost unremarkable.

Let’s convert it.

Investing a hundred million in financial products, even in today’s market conditions, yields at least 10,000 in daily interest.

Indeed.

Every morning when you wake up, 10,000 bucks just falls from the sky.

Starting to get the feel of it now?

So.

This is why Old Min was so excited, even if the hundred million wasn’t his own, just managing it could create enormous value.

This is why the rich get richer.

How much sweat does a regular person have to exert to earn 10,000 bucks, how many days and nights to accumulate?

"I take back what I said earlier."

Fu Zili looked at Jiang Chen with a serious expression, "You should be the richest in the province by now, right?"

Tie Jun came back to his senses, he wasn’t particularly money-sensitive, life had worn out his edges, feeling that having enough was just fine, he was more concerned about the intention behind Jiang Chen setting up this fund.

Those who have been in the rain would want to hold an umbrella for others.

It seems Jiang Chen too had some regrets.

"I now believe Old Min is your close friend from different generations."

Tie Jun drank his beer, teasing as he thought of himself.

Even if not vain, his face couldn’t help but twitch a bit.

Damn.

A hundred million.

Should be enough to buy a Koenigsegg, right?

Being so generous to your alma mater, maybe fulfill the bragging you did to me back then too...