I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 728 - 564 Youth Story

Chapter 728: 564 Youth Story

"What will be gained from leaving? Is it sorrow, loneliness, or the next moment..."

An elegant and luxurious private room.

The magnetic voice of a woman immersed in singing.

The coffee table boasted an array of alcoholic beverages, with two bottles of champagne worth a five-figure sum lying in an ice bucket.

"I’m leaving, you need not be sad any longer; with thoughts in my heart that I no longer wish to express, remember to be happy in the future; this world doesn’t hold so many causes and effects..."

The singer was a girl in a black jumpsuit, with tender skin that suggested she was probably around twenty, except her dyed and curled hair added a mature allure. She elegantly crossed her legs, wearing delicate high heels, holding a microphone while sitting next to Jiang Chen, with intermittent wafts of alluring perfume scent drifting by.

In conjunction with the dim, ambiguous lighting shifting softly, the atmosphere in the private room held a suggestive aura, barely discernible yet present.

This girl, or rather lady, had a pretty good singing voice, hardly inferior to some of the resident singers in bars, captivating with her rendition of "After I Leave".

"Clap clap clap..."

Bai Haoran applauded.

She put down the microphone, displaying a politeness tinged with just the right amount of shyness, and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Chen didn’t speak but simply raised his glass.

The lady hurriedly clinked glasses with him.

As part of the cosmopolitan East Sea, naturally, it wasn’t lacking in upscale clubs where the wealthy sought pleasure. Even though they might not match the quality of the musicians at Qin Garden, their appearance was not too far behind,

Most importantly, the beauties at this club were not only good-looking but also included highly educated university students, such as the one serving Jiang Chen. It might startle the average person to know that she was currently attending Fudan University.

Of course.

In some small cities and minor venues, there might be deceptive practices that cheat customers, but in places where spending reaches into the tens or hundreds of thousands, this sort of thing doesn’t happen.

Compared to Jiang Chen, Bai Haoran was a bit more unrestrained, picking two ladies, one on each side, with the one on the left being a stunning Chinese-Portuguese mix.

But whether it was him or Jiang Chen, they both displayed the demeanor of esteemed guests, no rush to unrestrainedly touch and grope, just listening to the music and drinking, polite and gentlemanly.

The gap between the nouveau riche and the truly rich was starkly apparent.

"President Jiang, how about we sing one together? What would you like to sing? I’ll go select it."

The Fudan University student respectfully asked, and though her dressed-up appearance didn’t quite fit the stereotype of a learned woman, her demeanor clearly distinguished her from the typical women of the night.

Some wealthy men just liked this flavor.

"I can’t sing; drinking is fine,"

Jiang Chen said modestly.

The girl didn’t dare to urge him further, her eye-catching round earrings swaying as she submissively poured wine for Jiang Chen.

"Then I’ll drink with you."

As she bent over to pour the drink, her hair fell forward, and the snug jumpsuit revealed even more of the fair skin at her chest.

Jiang Chen, like a courteous gentleman, averted his eyes, subscribing to the principle, "See no evil."

Bai Haoran, evidently a regular patron of such establishments, put aside his usually somber demeanor and began playing drinking games at the invitation of the two beauties.

Jiang Chen drank calmly.

As servers, they naturally made it their duty to ensure the guests’ happiness. The girl, commanding a substantial appearance fee, struggled to find conversation topics.

"President Jiang, you seem quite young."

"How old do you think I am?"

Jiang Chen asked, smiling, with none of the aggressive lust or aloof arrogance in his eyes, just a calm gaze.

"Twenty-eight?"

The girl guessed tentatively.

"Do I look that old?"

"Twenty-five?"

The girl guessed again.

Jiang Chen smiled without answering.

"President Jiang, you couldn’t be only twenty, could you?"

"It’s not quite that, I should be older than you, I just graduated this year."

The eyes of the girl, shadowed with eyeshadow, widened involuntarily, her surprise apparent, "You graduated this year?"

"Is there a problem? I couldn’t tell that you were still studying at the university."

Jiang Chen took a sip of wine, his tone as casual as casual conversation, not a deliberate sneer.

The girl’s smile waned, a palpable awkwardness passing through, but she quickly recovered her composure and continued the conversation.

"Which university did you graduate from?"

"What if I said I also graduated from Fudan, would you believe me?"

Jiang Chen turned toward her.

The girl paused, her smile forced, "How could that be..."

"Do you think I couldn’t get into Fudan?"

"President Jiang, please don’t misunderstand, I didn’t mean that..."

The girl rushed to clarify.

"It’s fine, no need to be nervous, I was just joking."

Jiang Chen smiled lightly, "Actually, I did want to go to Fudan, just fell short of the grades."

"So you are..."

"East Sea University."

Whether it was a natural reaction or a feigned gesture, the girl covered her mouth in surprise, "I have a few friends at East Sea University, and I’ve been there too."

"I have also been to Fudan."

"What a coincidence." The girl raised her glass to toast Jiang Chen.

She should have either recently started or has been part-timing in this industry for a short time. Though it was apparent that she was earnest and tried hard not to let the atmosphere grow cold, her conversational skills were evidently lacking.

Luckily, Jiang Chen was not a difficult customer to serve.

"What year are you in now?"

He responded with a question of his own.

"Senior year."

"What’s your major?"

He had learned the girl’s name earlier during the self-introduction, though of course, it was just a stage name, Wheat.

"Law."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, reminded of Fang Qing, and somewhat surprised, asked, "Really?"

A law student working part-time in such an establishment was unavoidably intriguing and sparked an odd excitement.