I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 742 - 571 reported for duty (Happy Lantern Festival!)

Chapter 742: 571 reported for duty (Happy Lantern Festival!)

"Ah, it’s true that you can find a golden house in books; I really regret not studying hard back then."

As she drove, Fang Qing couldn’t help but chuckle. She turned her head to glance at her best friend in the passenger seat and teased, "Are you really living that badly now? Your social media is filled with beautiful pictures from all around the world. That’s what you call a refined and high-end life. Look at the comments under your posts; so many people are envious."

"Pfft. I’m just fooling outsiders with those, Fang Qing. Don’t you know how tough it is for me? Besides, how many years would I have to work to afford a Maserati?"

Tong Dan caressed the maroon leather seats, filled with emotion.

"Like I said, I didn’t buy this car," Fang Qing remarked, focusing on the road as she drove seriously.

"Then spit it out. Who gave you the car?"

Tong Dan turned her head, her expression pregnant with meaning. "Could it be that Ding the lawyer?"

The Maserati President.

You couldn’t get one without a few hundred thousand W.

Even if a lawyer’s income is high, Fang Qing had only just started working not long ago.

Of course, she knew her best friend couldn’t possibly afford such a luxury car.

"Don’t talk nonsense."

Fang Qing immediately scolded her.

"How am I talking nonsense? Fang Qing, I understand men much better than you do. I guarantee you, that boss of yours definitely has ideas about you."

"Keep talking nonsense, and I’ll throw you out on the street."

"Fine, fine, having a car makes you all high and mighty. Someday I’ll also have someone send me one."

Fang Qing just laughed and shook her head without saying a word.

"If it’s not that lawyer Ding, then who is it? Fang Qing, we’ve been sisters for so many years; you don’t need to hide it from me. Let me tell you, people nowadays can be very complicated. Don’t let yourself be fooled. Just tell me who it is, and I’ll help you check him out."

Tong Dan persistently inquired.

Having known each other for so long, naturally, they were both familiar with each other’s characters. Fang Qing understood that if she didn’t satisfy her friend’s curiosity, this girl would never stop.

"Jiang Chen."

"What?"

Tong Dan didn’t react at first.

"The car was a gift from Jiang Chen. He said I live too far and that taking the subway to and from work is too exhausting," Fang Qing said calmly.

Tong Dan’s already large eyes bulged like light bulbs.

"Jiang Chen gave it to you?"

She displayed an incredulous look, "Really?"

"If not him, who else do you think it could be?"

Fang Qing’s expression remained composed.

Seeing her best friend’s reaction, Tong Dan’s shock gradually subsided.

Indeed.

With Fang Qing’s character, if the car had been from anyone else, she would definitely not have accepted it—except from that heartbreaker.

"That Jiang Chen guy, he couldn’t have really been taken care of by a wealthy woman, could he?"

Tong Dan muttered to herself, and couldn’t help but recall the scene of their chance meeting on the plane.

She knew all about Jiang Chen’s family background. Back in high school, he sometimes even needed "assistance" from Fang Qing.

It’s said not to despise the poor youth.

She acknowledged that he did possess some commendable qualities and probably wouldn’t do too badly in the future, but success is a process of persistence, which, in other words, requires time.

How long had that guy been graduated?

Just about the same as Fang Qing, wasn’t it? Less than a year?!

"This is his own money," Fang Qing simply replied, without further explanation.

Tong Dan didn’t question any further.

To continue harping on the issue of a wealthy woman would not just be looking down on Jiang Chen; it would be insulting her own best friend.

Not to mention Fang Qing, any woman with a bit of self-respect probably wouldn’t accept a man buying her things with another woman’s money.

"What on earth is that guy doing now to be so capable?"

Tong Dan was astonished.

Fang Qing remained silent.

Seeing this, Tong Dan couldn’t help but nudge her arm, "Qing Gege, come on, tell me."

"I’m driving here!"

Fang Qing laughed and scolded, "You can ask him yourself."

"I don’t have his contact information."

Fang Qing said, "I saw he liked your post at the bottom of your social media feed."

Tong Dan was immediately at a loss for words and then hurriedly explained, "Don’t get me wrong. I’ve never chatted with him."

"Why are you explaining this to me? You guys are friends; it’s perfectly normal to have a chat," Fang Qing said indifferently.

"Forget it, I won’t talk and I won’t ask anymore."

Tong Dan also knew her best friend wasn’t the petty type and sighed, "At least that guy has some conscience."

Fang Qing acted as if she hadn’t heard, seemingly oblivious.

Yan Jiao.

Adjacent to the Capital City.

A gathering place for migrant workers.

Many people who work in the Capital cannot afford the city’s high rent prices, so they rent houses here.

Therefore, the population here comes from all over the country, a mix of all sorts of people.

"After finally getting a few days off, I have to accompany you to work."

Tong Dan closed the car door.

"I didn’t ask you to come with me."

Fang Qing, who had been driving for over an hour, took out her phone, opened the navigation app, entered an address, and then followed the directions, turning left.

"How could I rest easy if you were alone?"

Tong Dan declared righteously and immediately followed, "By the way, don’t you lawyers usually just sit in the office to work? Why do you need to make house calls?"

"Haven’t you watched TV dramas? Sometimes lawyers have to join in the investigation," Fang Qing explained as she looked for the way.

Tong Dan was speechless.

"Is that so?"

Following Fang Qing, Tong Dan stopped and looked up at the gate of a residential area.

Lijing Gardens.

The homeowners don’t live here; most of the residents are from out of town. The environment of the community isn’t great—there isn’t even a doorman.

Fang Qing nodded and walked into the neighborhood.