I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1271 - 878 Shu Rui ah (Asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)

Chapter 1271: 878 Shu Rui ah (Asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)

Due to the launch of Great Wall Special Delivery, the status of food delivery workers saw a significant improvement. Even an industry giant like Kangaroo began offering formal contracts and insurance to their frontline employees who roam the city streets.

But that was only personal accident insurance, which would only cover injuries sustained by delivery workers. It didn’t apply to situations like this.

A car worth several million—in a scenario like this, even simple bodywork repairs and a little paint would involve unimaginable costs.

"Hey, handsome."

The owner of the SF90 turned his head and saw a beautiful woman with wine-red hair.

"Your car surely has insurance, right?"

Xu Siyi’s smile was soft and alluring. Compared to Zheng Jingjing, she adopted a different approach.

Everywhere and anywhere, beautiful women are often given special treatment. The SF90 owner’s lips curved into a slight smile. "What do you mean?"

"Whether the insurance pays out or someone else covers the cost, it’s all the same to you. You wouldn’t want the trouble, right? How about you file an insurance claim, and in return, we skip going to the hospital for an injury check. What do you think?"

Zheng Jingjing couldn’t help but glance at Si Yi.

Although it felt humiliating, it seemed like there wasn’t a better way to resolve this.

Dignity—how much is it worth?

If they really wanted compensation, Qu Jing might end up working for free for a year or two. And although the other party was at fault, given that he started hitting people right after stepping out of his car, looking at Qu Jing’s face, the chances of proving anything meaningful at the hospital seemed slim.

In truth, this could be reduced to a simple math problem.

A slap in exchange for tens or hundreds of thousands in compensation—what would you choose?

Most people could arrive at a clear answer in an instant.

"I certainly don’t want trouble. But, beautiful, let me set this straight: the traffic police officer is right here and has already determined that he’s fully responsible. He’s fully at fault, so why should I file an insurance claim? Do you think insurance doesn’t come at a cost? Are you going to pay my increased premiums next year?"

For someone who could afford to drive an SF90, the cost of insurance was probably a drop in the bucket. But this car owner, who clearly had no experience with the struggles of ordinary life, was deliberately putting Qu Jing in a tough spot.

Of course.

To him, it might just be a way to add some excitement to his monotonous day. But little did he know how much disaster his small action could bring to others.

"Si Yi, stop talking to him. We’ll pay," Guo Ran interjected.

The SF90 owner’s gaze shifted toward Guo Ran. Maintaining his superior demeanor, he looked at her with a half-smile and asked, "Are you really this delivery guy’s girlfriend?"

Guo Ran said nothing.

The SF90 owner’s face showed a moment of surprise, followed by a sigh. "You’re quite pretty. Too bad you’re not too bright."

"What did you just say?"

Zheng Jingjing’s brows furrowed deeply, her anger surging once again, causing her chest to heave noticeably.

"How about this?"

The owner’s gaze swept over her face, then moved across Xu Siyi and Guo Ran, finally landing on the cool and elegant Li Shuru.

"You’re all friends, aren’t you?"

"Mind your own damn business."

When dealing with beautiful women, this Ferrari owner seemed to have a remarkable amount of patience. He gave a magnanimous smile.

"How about the few of you come hang out with me, and I’ll just file an insurance claim for the car? What do you say?"

If this had been a few years earlier, Zheng Jingjing, back when she was just an ordinary student, might not have reacted so quickly or boldly. But now, as someone who could be considered a small-scale business owner, she had gained some confidence.

"It’s just a car. Do you think you’re that amazing? We can afford to pay."

Zheng Jingjing couldn’t help but think of Jiang Chen.

Everything becomes insignificant the moment you compare it.

The more people she met, the more she realized how "adorable" Jiang Chen was.

By most standards, Jiang Chen could be considered wealthy, right?

But when had he ever flaunted it?

The amount of someone’s wealth doesn’t necessarily correlate with their character.

"Let’s go file a report, then head to the hospital for a check-up."

Li Shuru finally spoke, directing her words to Guo Ran. From the very beginning, she hadn’t spared the SF90 owner a single glance.

Not now.

And not even in the past—her suitors had even included someone like Sun Xiyu, a true top-tier elite from East Sea.

Zheng Jingjing was still being somewhat polite.

If it had been Li Shuru instead—

SF90?

It’s nothing more than a hunk of junk.

Being insulted isn’t a big deal. But to these second-generation heirs, the thing they hate most is being ignored.

Especially when the one ignoring them is a beautiful woman.

Looking at that cold and elegant beauty who most caught his eye, yet treated him like thin air, the SF90 owner’s brows furrowed. The fake smile on his face started to disappear.

"A check-up? For what injury?"

"You hit someone!"

The delivery worker Xiao quickly reiterated.

Chivalry often belongs to the downtrodden.

Though just a delivery man, he didn’t choose to bow down when faced with wealth and power.

"You say I hit someone—do you have any proof?"

Unexpectedly, the Ferrari owner suddenly changed his tune.

"You admitted it just now!"

"I admitted it? Did I? When did I admit that?"

The Ferrari owner feigned confusion.

"We all heard it. The traffic officer heard it too," Zheng Jingjing said coldly.

"Officer, did you hear anything?"

The Ferrari owner turned to look at the traffic officer.

Under his gaze, the officer remained silent, as though he were a bystander with no connection to the situation.

"See? The officer didn’t hear anything. Don’t think you can gang up on me and make baseless accusations. Otherwise, I might just sue you for slander."

The Ferrari owner withdrew his gaze and looked at Qu Jing and the others, speaking slowly and calmly, holding his ground against the group without breaking a sweat.

"You... Are you even a man?!"

Qu Jing’s fellow delivery worker Xiao was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a wealthy individual to be so shameless and unpredictable.

Being pointed at and cursed by a delivery man, the Ferrari owner’s expression darkened, losing the composure he had maintained in front of Zheng Jingjing and the other women.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes grew ominous, though his lips maintained a smirk. "What’s your name?"