I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1275 - 881 - The future stretches out before us.

Chapter 1275: 881 - The future stretches out before us.

A fleet of luxury supercars, unattainable for ordinary people in their entire lives, was just being hauled away like that.

The key point was that the privileged owners of these cars stood by watching, with no reaction whatsoever.

"Let’s go eat."

Shi Qianxi seemed entirely unperturbed. She waited until the last supercar was lifted off the ground before speaking with a smile.

Even the SF90 couldn’t escape its fate; it ended up on the tow truck just the same, doomed to disaster.

"I’ll go speak with my friends."

Shi Qianxi nodded.

Li Shuru turned and walked in the direction of Xu Siyi and the others.

"You guys should head back first."

The food delivery guy, Brother Xiao, was utterly dumbstruck, his worldview likely shattered beyond repair; even Qu Jing, who knew Li Shuru, was visibly shaken.

A group of wealthy heirs banded together—just how immense was their collective influence?

Yet in the end, they were so deeply frightened that they remained silent, not daring to make a sound.

Brother Xiao, for one, knew his girlfriend’s roommate was no ordinary figure, but he’d never imagined she could be this terrifying.

"Shu Rui..."

Zheng Jingjing opened her mouth but found herself lost in thought as well; this wasn’t the time for questions.

Li Shuru handed over her car keys.

Xu Siyi took them. "Let’s listen to Shu Rui; we’ll head out first."

"You guys take Shu Rui’s car. I’ll go with Qu Jing."

Guo Ran said.

Xu Siyi nodded.

"Brother Xiao, let’s go."

Qu Jing grabbed his girlfriend and, on the way to his electric scooter, cast a grateful glance at Li Shuru. Despite his gratitude, he didn’t voice his thanks.

The two electric scooters sped off, one after the other.

Zheng Jingjing and Xu Siyi boarded the Pallamela.

It wasn’t until they were all safely gone that Li Shuru turned around, returning to the van to join Shi Qianxi and Jiang Chen inside.

As for everything that had happened, the group of flashy, arrogant rich kids merely stood there watching, like decorative displays, without making any moves.

People were gone.

Their cars were gone too.

All that was left was them, bewildered and disorganized on the street.

The most miserable of all was Du Jiahui, the SF90 owner who had invited his friends over.

As the origin of everything, he was naturally the one who bore the brunt of the responsibility for everyone’s car being seized.

With so many cars involved, the million yuan he had earlier received would undoubtedly fall far short.

It was simply too cruel.

On the surface, it seemed no further trouble was being stirred up, but in reality, he was unmistakably being placed in the center of the ridicule.

Yet even though he recognized the malicious intent behind it, he could only swallow his anger.

Standing up against Jinhai Industry?

Sorry.

He simply didn’t have the courage—or, more precisely, the sober awareness to attempt it.

Society is, after all, a pyramid.

He could easily toy with those below him, just as those above him could toy with him.

"Phew..."

As he watched the van disappear from sight, Du Jiahui didn’t feel angry. Instead, he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Of course.

His complexion was still dark, and his expression quite unpleasant—after all, there was now a massive mess for him to clean up.

No need to observe; Du Jiahui could clearly sense countless eyes staring sharply at him from all around.

... Eyes belonging to the friends he had called over by phone.

If you’re my brother, come destroy me.

At this moment, these friends who had lost their beloved cars for no reason probably wanted to kill him.

Why on earth did he have to pick a fight with a food delivery guy?

Du Jiahui was already beginning to regret it.

But after thinking about it, he concluded the fault wasn’t his.

How the hell was he supposed to know that a food delivery guy these days could have such powerful backing?

"Jiahui, we answered your call without hesitation because we saw you as a brother. But look at you, pulling us into the fire pit like this—is that fair?"

Finally.

Someone spoke up, coolly and without warmth, leading the charge.

No one present was poor. From the moment they were born, they had achieved financial freedom, but no one’s money came without effort.

Having their beloved cars towed away and scrapped forcibly wasn’t just painful financially—it was infuriating.

They couldn’t afford to provoke Jinhai Industry, so they naturally needed someone to take the fall.

"Jiahui, haven’t your brothers always treated you well?"

The gazes around him grew increasingly hostile.

Beads of sweat formed on Du Jiahui’s forehead as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Inside, he felt deeply aggrieved.

But no matter how unfair he felt, he couldn’t seem to come up with any justification to defend himself.

Even though the current situation was not what he had wanted, it was still undeniably his doing.

"Come on, tell us, how are you going to handle this?"

Facing malicious gazes one after another, the deeply troubled Du Jiahui understood clearly that if he didn’t offer a satisfactory solution, he likely wouldn’t walk away safely today.

Though they wouldn’t literally kill him, a beating seemed unavoidable.

"I called everyone here, so I’ll take responsibility."

"Responsibility? How will you take responsibility? Do you know if any of us ended up on Sister Qianqian’s blacklist? If we did, do you understand the consequences?"

In the past, Witch Shi Da might not have minded adding people to her list and dealing with them one by one, but these days she likely didn’t have the time or energy for it.

"Everyone calm down. Sister Qianqian isn’t the same as she used to be. She’s inherited Jinhai now. She has no time to bother with us. Since she left, it means this matter is over."

Someone was still loyal.

It turned out to be the guy wearing the Richard Mille.

"Exactly, Rong Sheng is right. If she didn’t plan to let things go, she wouldn’t have left." Du Jiahui quickly agreed.

"What about our cars?"

Since the cars were towed away, they definitely weren’t coming back.

Not everyone here might have witnessed the imposing behavior of Sister Qianqian, the tyrant of East Sea, but even if they hadn’t seen her, they undoubtedly had heard of her.

Since her orders to send the cars to the shredding plant were already given, it was certain that not even a fragment of their vehicles would be spared.