I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1131 - 781 Silly Girl (Extra update! Seeking encouragement! Seeking monthly passes!)

Chapter 1131: 781 Silly Girl (Extra update! Seeking encouragement! Seeking monthly passes!)

"General Jiang."

"General Jiang."

"General Jiang."

Jiang Chen nodded to his employees as he arrived at his own office and pushed open the door.

"Uncle Fang, Auntie Pan, please come in."

The couple exchanged glances, suppressing the shock in their hearts, and walked in.

"Pour a few cups of tea."

Jiang Chen instructed his secretary.

"Is this the company you said you started?"

Once they were alone, Fang Weiguo couldn’t help but seek confirmation.

Jiang Chen nodded.

Of course, he wouldn’t ostentatiously flaunt his current achievements, but since the two elders had taken the initiative to visit his company, he certainly couldn’t refuse.

"Little Jiang, this company... is it small?"

Standing in an office broader than anything she had seen before, Pan Hui visibly felt quite restrained.

Such an office she had only seen on television, and even then, this place seemed more imposing than what was on TV.

"Auntie Pan, I am only a minor shareholder."

There was no other way.

He could only explain this way.

But everyone has heard the story of the boy who cried wolf.

How could the couple believe his nonsense?

This was a company in the heart of Capital City; even the cost of the premises here was probably an astronomical figure beyond their imagination.

They had realized that the boy was now wealthy.

But they had not expected this level of wealth!

"The two of you, you’ve been in cahoots to keep this from us, haven’t you?"

Fang Weiguo looked at his daughter.

Fang Qing, lacking the spirit of shared pride and disgrace, immediately ratted out Jiang Chen, "Dad, I didn’t know either; he never told me about the scale of his company."

This was indeed the truth.

Until now, she only knew that Apang Palace seemed to be this guy’s property.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Come in."

The tea-serving secretary relieved Jiang Chen from his awkward situation.

"Please, have some tea."

The couple, unaccustomed to such treatment, hurriedly took the cups, saying, "Thank you."

Fang Qing was not left out either.

After serving the tea, the female secretary, who unlike the TV portrayals was not wearing a black silk short skirt but rather donned a standard professional outfit with leather shoes and long pants, retreated from the office with a tray.

"Uncle Fang, Auntie Pan, don’t just stand, please, sit down."

Under Jiang Chen’s invitation, Mr. and Mrs. Fang Weiguo sat down, picked up their tea cups, and tried to calm their astonishment.

"Gulp."

The appropriately warm tea slid down their throats, but it still couldn’t quell the waves in their hearts. If they hadn’t watched this boy grow up before their eyes, they would have been tempted to doubt whether this was even the same person.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Someone knocked again.

Then a man dressed in a suit and shoes walked in—someone of his demeanor would be hard to find in the streets of a small city.

"General Jiang..."

He was holding a document in his hand.

"Let’s talk about this later."

Jiang Chen spoke simply, his tone calm, yet... he carried an innate authority.

Mr. and Mrs. Fang Weiguo’s gaze went blank.

The business elite who might only be seen in special zones quickly read the room and made a tactful exit.

"Little Jiang... have we disturbed your work?"

Everything has two sides.

Wealth can indeed bring a comfortable material life, but it may also inevitably affect interpersonal relationships.

This was why Jiang Chen had always tried to hide his wealth.

Not everyone is as carefree and heartless as Luo Peng.

Seeing the stiff smiles emerging on the faces of the elders who had always treated him as their own, Jiang Chen’s heart was mixed with various feelings.

He didn’t have many relatives.

"Dad, you’re overthinking it. Actually, he’s quite negligent of proper business—often showing up at my place during the day, staying for a whole day. I have no idea why anyone would choose to go into business with him."

Just as Jiang Chen was at a loss for what to say, Fang Qing spoke up.

Jiang Chen immediately looked at her with gratitude.

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

Fang Weiguo immediately scolded his daughter, "Your law firm is about to go under, Jiang Chen kindly offered you a job, and you still don’t recognize the good opportunity."

"Dad, look around here, do they lack one person?"

Fang Qing’s interjection did dissipate some of the discomfort that Jiang Chen’s enormous rise in status had brought to the couple.

Of course, Fang Weiguo wasn’t stupid, so he quickly and astutely said, "But they don’t lack the means to support you!"

A few added words completely changed the meaning.

Without mentioning Jiang Chen, even Fang Qing couldn’t help but laugh.

The education she received at home always emphasized that a girl should be independent, which was why she developed her current personality,

But look at what her father is saying now?

Did he change his face so quickly?

"Dad, it’s not like I can’t support myself."

Jiang Chen held back his laughter and wisely kept silent.

"I think you should quit your job immediately and come work with Jiang Chen."

Specific situations require specific analysis.

Fang Weiguo wasn’t a man incapable of adapting.

He hoped his daughter would be independent, not wanting her to rely on a man because if the man is unreliable, it would often lead to deep hurt.

But if it’s Jiang Chen, that’s of course not an issue.

Why insist on making the daughter struggle when she can have it easier?

"Dad, this is my own matter, please don’t worry about it."

"Qing Qing, I think your dad is right, it’s all the same where you work; you’re not without ability, why help others work when you can help Jiang Chen?"

Pan Hui offered a different perspective.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, "Aunt Pan, I think what you said makes a lot of sense."

"Then is it okay if I don’t work?"

Fang Qing seemed to have her temper ignited by her parents.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I’ll become a nun."

"Pfft."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help it and laughed out loud.

Fang Weiguo shook his head and laughed helplessly.

He of course knew his daughter was joking.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, if Fang Qing doesn’t want to, let it be. It doesn’t matter where she works, as long as she’s happy."

Jiang Chen said soothingly.

Fang Qing didn’t look at him.

Perhaps realizing Jiang Chen’s changed status, Fang Weiguo and his wife didn’t linger long, and after sitting for just over ten minutes, they stood up.

"Little Jiang, you’re busy, let Fang Qing take us around."

Jiang Chen didn’t insist.

"That’s fine, you’re not strangers, go on back."

He did not escort them downstairs; as the elevator doors opened, Fang Weiguo and his wife entered the elevator.

Fang Qing followed silently.

"Go ahead."

In the elevator, Fang Weiguo gestured with a wave of his hand.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

"Sigh."

Fang Weiguo let out a long sigh.

"Look at how well-off other people’s children are, what are you sighing for?"

Pan Hui said, indeed, leaving Sha City this rare time, she truly witnessed a world beyond her imagination.

"When we get back, it looks like I’ll need to find more people to drink with."

"Come on, you really think of Little Jiang as your own son now?"

Pan Hui shook her head and laughed.

"He’s not my son, but he does call me ’Uncle,’ doesn’t he?"

Having said that, Fang Weiguo looked at his silent daughter.

"Do you really want to become a nun?"

Fang Qing remained silent.

Pan Hui nudged her husband’s arm.

"Being foolish yourself, you can’t blame others. Running off to be a nun, can that help you escape? In the end, you’ll not only let yourself down, but you might even let the Buddha down."

Fang Weiguo said gently.

"Dad!"

Fang Qing called out.

Fang Weiguo didn’t continue speaking, just watched the descending numbers and slowly sighed again, with a sense of regret and pity.

"Silly girl."