I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1273 - 879 First Update

Chapter 1273: 879 First Update

If there’s one city in Shenzhou known for its wealth, East Sea definitely makes the list.

"Vroom... Vroom... Vroom..."

Accompanied by explosive engine roars, luxury sports cars began to gather from all directions, further proving the point.

Lamborghini, McLaren, Aston Martin, Lotus... all the regulars from car magazines made their appearance one by one, and even included models long discontinued, more valuable as collectibles than practical vehicles. Jaw-dropping! Heart-pounding! It felt like a top-tier open-air car exhibition!

Even in the indulgent decadence of Dadonghai, such a scene was rare.

As a passerby couldn’t resist taking out their phone to capture the moment, suddenly, the phone was snatched away.

"Don’t take random pictures, or I’ll chop off your hand."

Turning around.

The person smiled warmly.

Patted the passerby’s shoulder. The young heir driving a Spyker C8 kindly returned the phone, then walked away.

This street wasn’t particularly wide to begin with, yet more and more cars piled up, neatly lined along the sides. To the unknowing, it might appear like a gathering of some supercar club.

"If you’re pulling pranks on my buddies, you’re going to land yourself in big trouble."

Nowadays, people flaunting rented cars to pretend to be rich are endless, but the owner of the SF90 clearly wasn’t one of those types.

"Relax, there’s no funny business. How could I invite everyone over for nothing?"

With just one phone call, the SF90 owner turned the street into a supercar gathering, further validating his status. Nonchalant and smiling, he greeted his arriving friends.

"So, about your car..."

The battered and unsightly SF90 inevitably drew attention.

Even the well-versed heirs from wealthy families couldn’t help but be surprised.

"A beauty paid to buy my car, and then smashed it up. Crazy, huh?"

Du Jiahui, the SF90 owner, explained to the group.

"You’re bullshitting, huh?"

Someone scoffed in disbelief.

"What bullshit? If I wasn’t serious, why would I call you guys over?"

"Where’s this beauty then? Where is she?"

"There."

Several pairs of eyes turned toward Li Shuru and her companions.

Xu Siyi was left speechless.

Xiao, who tried to stand up for justice earlier, now found it hard to breathe.

Equality for all.

Easier said than done.

But when rows of priceless supercars park before your eyes, how many people can truly stay calm, composed, and appear neither servile nor overbearing?

"She does look good. All of them are above average."

"Did she really crush your car?"

"And the payment, she already gave it to you?"

As expected.

It seemed this bunch of flashy heirs was encountering such an incident for the first time.

"She already paid—transferred it straight over. One word: bold!"

Amid the crowd, SF90 owner Du Jiahui smiled and looked at Li Shuru.

"Miss, didn’t you say you enjoy smashing cars? Are these enough? If not, I can call for more."

Even the notoriously sharp-tongued Zheng Jin Jin had to hold herself back from arguing under the circumstances.

Being wealthy really is something incredible.

Like right now.

It might be hard to calculate the individual values of each car, but all of them together on this street probably totaled over billions.

"What exactly happened?"

"A delivery guy rear-ended my car. He’s fully at fault, so I just wanted compensation to settle the matter. Then these women showed up."

"These women were called by the delivery guy?"

"Yeah."

"So delivery guys can afford to bring backup now?"

"Don’t underestimate delivery guys. They sure know how to woo women."

"You’d better figure out that woman’s background first. With such confidence, she’s definitely not ordinary."

Someone spoke up—a man who wore a Richard Mille watch on his wrist and drove a V8 Ford when he arrived. From these details alone, you could tell he was unique, not one to blindly follow trends, preferring niche choices.

"Anyone know her?"

Du Jiahui asked his buddies.

"She’s new."

"Never seen her before."

Everyone shook their heads.

Du Jiahui didn’t dwell on it.

He clearly understood—the woman must not be ordinary.

Dropping millions wasn’t a big deal to her—obviously not an average person.

But so what if she wasn’t ordinary?

He, and his buddies here, which one of them wasn’t extraordinary?

"Miss, still want to smash? Too many cars tires you? No problem. Just give the word, and the delivery guys can call for some helpers to assist you."

Du Jiahui spoke with a friendly demeanor.

"Qu Jing, maybe have your friend call the police," Xiao murmured, leaning close to Qu Jing.

Qu Jing forced an awkward smile. "Xiao, you should leave first. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Xiao hesitated. But as he glanced around the scene, he knew his suggestion was a waste.

Call the police.

Several traffic cops had already arrived.

Currently, they were directing the gawkers and clearing traffic.

After all, this area wasn’t a main road, and temporary parking wasn’t explicitly prohibited.

"Qu Jing, then I’ll... head out."

Xiao lowered his voice, face filled with apology.

Standing up for justice sometimes comes at a price.

And that price is often too steep to bear.

He and Qu Jing were just colleagues.

At the same time.

Xiao was also his family’s breadwinner.

"Xiao, thank you."

Qu Jing said sincerely.

Just when Xiao prepared to leave, Du Jiahui noticed him.

"Hey, delivery guy, who said you could leave?"

Xiao froze.

"In a rush to deliver food? Weren’t you loud earlier? Why so quiet now? Turned mute?"

Xiao clenched his teeth tightly, his face fluctuating between pale and flushed.

"Want to leave? Take your helmet, help the lady smash cars. Once she’s satisfied, you can leave."

Zheng Jingjing’s chest heaved as she couldn’t hold back anymore. "You’re taking this too far!"

"Too far?"

"Am I too far?"

"I’m only fulfilling the lady’s wishes."

"Didn’t she enjoy smashing things? Then, smash to your heart’s content."

Du Jiahui chuckled casually.

"Miss, better hurry up. Everyone’s busy, don’t make the police officers work overtime. Smash everything and get it over with."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Li Shuru seemed like she had been cornered with nowhere to retreat.

Just then,

a business vehicle cruised into the street at an unhurried pace, appearing out of place against the backdrop of supercars.

"Well, it’s certainly lively."

Inside the car.

Shi Qianxi, who hadn’t encountered such a scene for a long time, gazed at the view outside, her expression contemplative, her eyes tinged with nostalgia.

The driver parked.

Before long.

There was a knock on the car window.

"Move along; you can’t park here."

The window rolled down.

It was an overly diligent traffic cop.

But finally.

The business vehicle didn’t move, stopping without issue.

As they watched the embarrassed officer retreat, while the imposing black business car stood its ground, the heirs—used to waking every day just to find ways to enjoy life—felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

"Why does my chest feel tight all of a sudden?"

"Funny, me too."

...

Even Du Jiahui himself couldn’t help but feel the same. In his gaze, it seemed faint black mist was seeping from that business vehicle.