I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 717 - 558 Good Luck (Happy New Year’s Eve!)_2

Chapter 717: 558 Good Luck (Happy New Year’s Eve!)_2

"We all pay the same money for the same tickets, what gives you the right to boss people around?"

In just a few words, he had rendered the bodyguard speechless.

Whispers spread among the surrounding crowd.

For the moment, the bodyguard dared not act rashly. One person was insignificant, but incurring the wrath of the crowd was a different issue altogether.

"I didn’t forbid him from taking photos, but he can’t take photos of us."

"Oh,"

the guy nodded, seemingly understanding. He then turned his head to the sneak-photographer.

"Buddy, that’s right, people have the right to their own image, how can you just snap pictures of their faces? If you want to take photos, just take pictures of that car."

The man with the plain glasses lifted the corners of his mouth in a slight smile.

The few people around him also smiled with a playful air.

The bodyguard’s expression changed, and he stared menacingly at the troublemaker. He threatened in a cold voice, "Don’t cause unnecessary trouble."

"What do you mean ’cause unnecessary trouble’? We’re all here to enjoy the Forbidden City, and you’re making a scene, isn’t that disrupting everyone’s experience? I’m trying to help you out, and you’re just being ungrateful,"

the guy smoothly retorted, not at all intimidated by the bodyguard’s fierce look. He continued to advise the sneak-photographer, "The right to one’s likeness is sacred and inviolable, you can’t just snap away. But the car doesn’t have that right. Listen to them, just delete the photos. At worst, you can take a few more shots of the car."

He really spoke with heartfelt sincerity.

The sneak-photographer was at a loss.

"What are you standing around for?"

Seeing the other party frozen in place, the instigator actually walked over, took the camera from the young man’s hands, and after a series of actions right in front of the bodyguard, proclaimed, "See, all deleted."

Before the bodyguard even had time to relax his face, he saw him unexpectedly raise the camera again, lens pointing towards the big G, muttering to himself, "A car that can enter the Forbidden City deserves to be commemorated."

The bodyguard hadn’t even reacted yet.

"Click, click, click..."

The guy, satisfied, put down the camera, and while he bent his head to admire his work, he mused curiously, "By the way, did you guys need to buy tickets for this car to enter?"

The bodyguard’s face darkened completely, and without wasting more words, he strode forward and swiftly snatched back the camera.

His movements were deft.

The troublemaker looked up, seemingly not understanding what had just happened, and asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

Without another word, the bodyguard smashed the expensive imported camera to the ground with a "bang," breaking it into three pieces.

The sneak-photographer was dumbfounded, then hurried over, squatting down to pick up the remnants of his camera. Only after realizing it was completely destroyed did his face fill with pain and anger.

"What gives you the right to smash my camera?!"

He looked up furiously.

The bodyguard looked down from above, not giving him the time of day.

Finally.

The two selfie-absorbed beauties with fair skin and long legs noticed the commotion, "What’s going on?"

"These two wanted to sneak photos."

The bodyguard reported.

"I bought that camera with my first month’s salary, what gives you the right to destroy it!"

The sneak-photographer stood up, the veins in his neck bulging.

Seeing that the two beauties in the big G were adorned with luxury items, clearly the sort who weren’t short on money, he gauged the situation and spoke dismissively, "How much money? Transfer that and it will be fine."

The tone unmistakably condescending.

The sneak-photographer clenched his fists, his chest filled with humiliation, but as an adult who had already started working, he likely understood that they must have powerful connections.

"But what about the other photos I took on my camera?"

The two beauties scoffed.

"What do your photos have to do with us? Who told you to take them randomly. Hurry up and tell us how much your camera cost."

"I traveled to many places to get those pictures..."

The young man argued on principle.

"Trying to extort us, huh?"

The beauty was getting impatient, instructing the bodyguard, "Just transfer him ten thousand."

How generous.

For one camera, ten thousand yuan was indeed more than enough.

But at this moment, an indolent voice inopportunely chimed in.

"Beauty, art is priceless. Perhaps it took him many years and travels to get those photos. You’re trying to brush it off with ten thousand yuan, aren’t you being a bit too bullying?"

Even dressed in nondescript attire, his handsome features and unique demeanor still made the untouchable beauties’ eyes light up.

But seeing that he was probably in cahoots with the other guy, their brows quickly furrowed again.

"Give them twenty thousand."

Such grandeur of wealth.

The guy laughed.

The sneaky photographer didn’t say anything more.

The bodyguard took out his phone and transferred twenty thousand dollars to the young man.

How could the young man continue to stroll around? Holding the remnants of his camera and with mixed feelings, he left the Forbidden City.

Having taken plenty of beautiful photos, the two beauties got into the car, and the large G swaggered off.

Watching the direction the large G left in, the guy picked up his phone, "Check it out, how did a car with the license plate Jing XXXXX get into the Forbidden City? I’ve lived more than twenty years and have never been so brazen. If any Tom, Dick, or Harry can drive in here, I might as well become the director."

As the guy put down his phone, he happened to see a pair of pure and transparent eyes staring at him, the owner holding a skewer of candied hawthorns, her majestic chest creating a sharp contrast with her youthful appearance.

Such a fierce yet adorable little sister.

However, the guy didn’t show any lecherous expression. He quickly noticed a figure wearing a duckbill cap beside the adorable girl and promptly restrained his frivolous demeanor, politely, even respectfully, calling out, "Miss Cao."

The woman in the duckbill cap nodded as a response before walking towards the man with plain glasses.

The busty adorable girl followed her, licking her candied hawthorns, looking harmless and naively cute.

Yet the guy looked at her with wariness.

The image of the fierce past resurfaced in his mind involuntarily.

Bei Yuan Nan Ye.

Such a resounding name.

Well-known throughout the north and south of the river.

But even someone as peerless as Ye Tingxuan had been beaten up by this girl once, and the bodyguards around him had been knocked down too.

"Miss Song."

Greetings resounded.

Only the man in black-framed glasses called out "Jin Se," his tone gentle.

The others tactfully walked away.

"Why do you do this?"

The woman in the duckbill cap asked.

The man in black-framed glasses didn’t pretend to be stupid or confused, smiling back, "What’s wrong with what I do?"

The woman looked at him, "At least call her Sister Lan."

The man chuckled and adjusted his decorative glasses.

"What of it? It’s true that I call her Sister Lan, but my heart knows right from wrong. Jin Se, you know very well who she is. Is it so wrong of me to act this way?"

He asked again.

The girl beside them, whose appearance and stature were quite mismatched, as if she had been in high school years ago, and still appeared to be in high school now, didn’t speak. She seemed to be focused on eating her candied hawthorns, but the corners of her mouth hinting a slight grimace.

The young woman in the duckbill cap, without any pretensions, still didn’t answer the question, only saying, "You shouldn’t use the Koreans’ hands."

The man was silent.

"Are you mad at me?"

The woman remained impassive, her face calm, "What you do is your own right, but setting a trap in Korea will make the whole world laugh."

The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of soft and feminine eyes, and his attractiveness instantly ascended several levels.

"Jin Se, if you object, I’m willing to listen to you."

The woman didn’t pick up the thread of conversation.

"You should understand the principle of not airing one’s dirty laundry in public. No one will say anything about what you do within the country."

The man was silent.

"A lot of people are unhappy with you now," said the girl who looked underage, raising her head. It was unclear whether she was kindly reminding him or mocking him, as her little mouth was covered with sugar from the candied hawthorns.

The man smiled without replying.

The woman touched her lush and bushy hair, apparently ready to leave, but then paused as she turned around.

"Right, I heard you lost a game in Las Vegas?"

The man’s gaze hardened for a moment before he nodded with a smile, "Yeah, just not very lucky."

Flush vs. Royal Flush.

Truly back luck to the extreme.

"Since when do you believe in luck?"

The woman stated before turning and walking away without waiting for a response.

The man watched the retreating figures of the young and the younger disappear, his smile fading gradually, as he twirled the glasses’ frame slowly.