I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 613 - 509 Human fireworks_2

Chapter 613: 509 Human fireworks_2

The red flag fluttered in the wind.

It stirred emotions that one couldn’t help but feel.

Jiang Chen had now seen the world, yet standing on this land, he still felt an uncontrollable surge of belonging deep in his bones.

Perhaps this country still had many shortcomings, but it always shared our bloodline, an irreplaceable connection that no so-called developed region could replace.

On the first avenue in the east, not a single horn could be heard, no matter how luxurious the car was, as they all passed by in an orderly fashion.

"When I started my first year in Capital City, the first weekend, I came here by myself to watch the flag-raising ceremony,"

the two arrived in front of the monument.

"I saw the post you shared on your social circle."

Jiang Chen looked up at the words inscribed on the monument.

The people’s heroes will live forever.

"You went abroad?"

Fang Qing too looked up at the monument.

"How did you know?"

Jiang Chen turned his head in surprise, then realized.

On the flight back home, he had bumped into Tong Dan.

"Yeah, I went abroad for a bit."

"What did it feel like?"

"How should I put it, you’ll know when you go out and see for yourself one day."

Many people may never have the chance to go abroad in their lifetime, but Fang Qing certainly would not lack such opportunities.

"Many universities in Capital City should have exchange programs, why haven’t you gone before?"

Jiang Chen asked.

A breeze came by, lifting Fang Qing’s straight black hair, and she smoothed her strands, "I was worried that I might be dazzled by the glamor outside and wouldn’t want to come back. What then?"

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but chuckle.

"You do think things through."

Indeed.

Many people start feeling superior after going abroad, claiming to have broadened their horizons, returning with judgmental comments and even beginning to look down on the land that gave birth to them.

Among them, there is no lack of highly educated elites.

But in reality, just as there are no perfect humans, there is no truly perfect utopia in the world.

"You’re not planning to emigrate in the future, are you?"

Fang Qing suddenly asked.

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, "Why would you ask that?"

"Rich people, don’t they all like running abroad? Seems like many celebrities have foreign nationality."

"But they still make their fortune here, don’t they?"

Fang Qing paused, then nodded with a smile, "That’s true."

"Actually, the difference between home and abroad is reflected in the lives of the rich; for ordinary people, it’s pretty much the same."

Jiang Chen said softly.

"The difference lies in the rich?"

Fang Qing was surprised, finding this view rather novel, "Shouldn’t it be that the lives of the rich are generally the same, while there’s a bigger gap among the common people?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

Fang Qing looked at him puzzled, nudging his arm, "Explain it to me."

"You’ll slowly understand it for yourself in the future."

Jiang Chen gazed up at the monument.

At these words,

Fang Qing didn’t ask any further.

Living in Changan is not easy.

Strolling around peaceful Tianmen Gate, a whole day passed just like that.

Fang Qing recalled the way of hospitality and offered to treat Jiang Chen to a meal, but he declined, suggesting it was better to eat at home. He had seen ingredients in her apartment fridge; eating out was a waste of money and also not necessarily hygienic.

About this, Fang Qing was both amused and helpless, but since the guest had made a request, she couldn’t well refuse.

Unlike those fairies who seem to have never touched a pot or pan, Fang Qing was quite adept in the kitchen. The variety of ingredients piled in her fridge suggested she must often cook at home.

"Fang Qing, whoever marries you will truly be blessed,"

Back at the apartment, Jiang Chen watched with folded arms as Fang Qing busied herself at the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t that he was merely spectating, perhaps due to traditional family values, but Fang Qing insisted he not help.

"Can you not be so hypocritical? Don’t think I don’t know you often ridicule me in private,"

Fang Qing didn’t turn around but tied her hair up, holding the spatula deftly.

This scene felt out of place, yet somehow it wasn’t.

"You’re only like that with me. To others, you are certainly the perfect partner,"

Jiang Chen said on his own, reflective, without overthinking.

From childhood, Fang Qing was the so-called "child of someone else" in everyone’s eyes: intelligent, well-behaved, kind, and sensible. But only in front of him would she reveal her whimsical, darker side.

At one point, Jiang Chen doubted if she had a split personality, with him being the only outlet for her darker self.

Fang Qing stopped stirring with her spatula.

"The perfect partner, it’s really not easy to get a compliment from you,"

"I’m someone who always speaks the truth. You are not only beautiful and knowledgeable but can also cook, and keep the home tidy. It can be said you are appropriate for both the hall and the kitchen..."

Jiang Chen, with his arms folded, leaned against the wall, talking non-stop, fluently and at length.

Suddenly, he asked curiously, "Speaking of which, do you have any suitors now?"

"What difference does it make if I do or don’t?"

Fang Qing answered without even turning her head.

"If you do, I could help you screen them, you know. Men understand men the best. Just show me and I’ll know if he’s worth your dependence,"

"Thanks a lot,"

The sound of the spatula intensified.

"Don’t mention it, it’s the least I can do. After all, we’re childhood friends..."

Jiang Chen continued to prattle on.

Fang Qing dished the broccoli from the pan onto a plate, "Take it to the table."

Jiang Chen walked over to carry the dish to the table.

Fang Qing continued to stir-fry the next dish.

Jiang Chen came back again, "You haven’t answered me yet, do you have suitors or not?"

Fang Qing didn’t respond.

"Hey, I’m talking to you here."

"If you’re that bored, help me throw out the trash downstairs."

Jiang Chen chuckled wryly, "I’m supposed to be a guest."

"Then shut your mouth."

Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders and stopped bothering her, turned his head to glance at the trash can, and walked over to take out the trash bag.

"Thump."

The sound of the door closing came through.

Fang Qing slowly exhaled and the spatula hit the stainless steel pan with force.

Downstairs.

Jiang Chen threw away the trash into the bin, clapped his hands clean, and not wanting to go back up and annoy anyone, decided to wander around downstairs for a while.

Fang Qing, while stir-frying, noticed through the window that the guy was actually chatting with a dog-walking aunt, and they seemed to be enjoying the conversation.

She couldn’t help but laugh and cry at this.

For some reason, this guy seemed to have a knack for effortlessly gaining the favor of elders, just like when they were kids and her parents sternly warned her against puppy love, but when she complained about Jiang Chen writing her "love letters," her parents didn’t react too strongly.

Fang Qing stir-fried while keeping an eye on the scene downstairs.

She couldn’t tell what that guy and the aunt were talking about, but she saw him wave his hand and then point in the direction of her apartment.

Afterward.

A young girl walked over, probably the aunt’s daughter, and the three of them chatted for a few more moments before the mother and daughter left with their dog.

Only then did Jiang Chen slowly make his way back.

"Squeak."

The sound of the door opening.

Fang Qing turned off the heat and brought out the last dish.

"Why didn’t you chat longer?"

The person who had just entered the room unexpectedly said, "You saw that?"

Fang Qing didn’t affirm or deny, placed the plate on the table, and then went to wash her hands.

"That auntie was just too enthusiastic, insisting on inviting me to her home,"

Jiang Chen said with an embarrassed smile.

"And probably wanted to introduce her daughter to you, right?"

Jiang Chen had the look of someone who guessed right.

"You even know about that?"

"Why didn’t you go take a look at their place? They’re locals from Capital City, with assets easily worth tens of millions."

Fang Qing pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, "Oh right, I nearly forgot, you’re a successful person now."

Jiang Chen appeared oblivious, as if he couldn’t detect the sarcasm in her voice, and mused, "They say people from Capital City are exclusive, but it doesn’t seem to be entirely true."

As he said this, he glanced at the dining table, "This looks lavish?"

"What are you doing?"

The person who was pulling out a chair to sit down, Jiang Chen, said confusedly, "Eating dinner, what else?"

"Go wash your hands, don’t you care about hygiene?"

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Just as Jiang Chen had finished washing his hands, there came a sudden knocking at the door.

He instinctively looked at Fang Qing to find her somewhat surprised as well.

"Who is it?"

"I don’t know."

Fang Qing moved to open the door, but Jiang Chen was the first to step forward.

"I’ll go."