I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2449 - 1547: A Perfect Match (2)

"Fu, this time I’ll remember. Just you wait. Originally, we had nothing to do with each other, you should remember, you brought this upon yourself..."

Fu Zili was indifferent, unconcerned.

"Brother Hui, it’s not too late to say these things after you get out."

"Heh heh, you think such a small matter can do anything to me?"

Fu Zili also smiled slightly.

Many people don’t realize the gravity of the situation until it’s too late.

"A mental hospital is a good place for detox. Brother Hui, don’t act up inside, be a little restrained. You’ve lived freely for half of your life, it should be enough."

Apart from detox centers, hospitals, and mental hospitals are also common places for compulsory detox of addicts.

If it’s the first time inside, you can get out in just fifteen days.

If you repeatedly fail to change, the time might be longer, but after all, drug use is not drug trafficking, certainly not punishable by death.

This is also assuming no connections are involved.

It’s well known.

No matter which region in the world, society is always about connections.

"When I get out, I’ll kill you!"

The mask was off, Brother Hui was no longer polite, regardless of whether he had the ability or not, at least the imposing manner had to be shown, the front needed to be kept up.

"I hope you will still remember me when you come out."

Fu Zili chuckled lightly, eyes showing a chilling pity.

"Who are they sending to my wife?"

Jili Supermarket.

Which is Jiang Huazi’s convenience store.

Fu Zili came out carrying cigarettes, a total of over ten packs, passed by Jiang Chen, and put them in the car trunk.

"A friend of Fu Zili’s, drug addiction."

"Yeah, Wen Rong’s hospital does take in some junkies, when they have a fit, they can be scarier than actual mental patients, sometimes they even rely on medication to calm them down."

"I’ve heard mental hospitals might use electric shock treatment and such on stubborn patients, is that true?"

"Don’t ask me. I don’t know."

Tie Jun "bang" shut the trunk door.

"Tie Jun, thanks a lot!"

Jiang Huazi’s family came out of the store, Hong Xiaoyu was also there, he’s been helping manage the store these past days, sharing the burden with his parents.

"Aunt Jiang, what are you saying, if anyone should thank, it should be me thanking you, I wouldn’t get such a discount elsewhere."

Jiang Huazi smiled broadly, "When it’s wine time, your Uncle Hong will take it to the hotel directly, save you the hassle of dragging it home and then dragging it there."

"Alright. Aunt Jiang, Uncle Hong, then Jiang Chen and I will get going."

"It’s just about meal time, why not have a meal next door."

Hong Ou invited.

"Uncle, he’s the groom-to-be, very busy."

Hong Ou smiled knowingly, nodded, "Alright then, Tie Jun, congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you, Uncle Hong."

Tie Jun then looked at Hong Xiaoyu, making a phone-call gesture.

The final bachelor party, Hong Xiaoyu, being a groomsman, was naturally on the guest list.

"Alright, Brother Jun, I’ll definitely be there."

"Goodbye."

Tie Jun waved goodbye to the Hong Family and got in the car with Jiang Chen.

The electric car left under the Hong Family’s send-off, heading into the vehicle.

"Tell Fu Zili for me, in that kind of environment, he can’t change others, but he must keep his own bottom line. Drugs aren’t to be touched." Tie Jun said as he drove.

"Why don’t you just tell him yourself."

"It’s not the same. I could say a hundred sentences, none would be as effective as one from you."

"He’s almost thirty, he should know what can and can’t be done."

Tie Jun nodded unconsciously, smiled and said, "True. Boss Fu is indeed very clever."

Jiang Chen agreed.

Everyone has different strengths.

Some are naturally suited for academics, some have exceptional talent for arts, while others excel in navigating society.

Sha City isn’t large, but with its surrounding counties, it still has millions of people; making a name is definitely not easy.

Do understand, Fu Zili started just like them, only with a silhouette.

"By the way, I forgot to ask, why did you and Qing Gege both change your doors?"

Tie Jun was still dwelling on this question.

Earlier, when he went to Sanjian Courtyard to pick up Jiang Chen, he naturally went upstairs to visit Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan.

"It’s been over ten years, time for a change."

Jiang Chen casually replied.

"You two..."

Tie Jun laughed, "Even changing doors has to be done together, must the doors really match?"

Jiang Chen was silent.

Come to think of it.

It was a real coincidence.

Exactly.

He just changed the door, and then the painters came, forcing Fang Qing to also choose to change doors.

Resulting in more ’matching doors.’

In the grand scheme of things, it seemed like an invisible force was truly binding them together.

Comrade Jiang Chen forgot.

He himself had said it.

Everyone has red strings tied to their feet.

"Just kidding."

Seeing him not speak, Tie Jun turned his head and said.

"I know."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"If matching doors counted as matching families, there wouldn’t be so much regret in the world."

Tie Jun froze, then spoke with admiration.

"Comrade Jiang Chen, those words are profound."

The car followed the flow of traffic, driving into East Gate City Tunnel, directly dropping Jiang Chen below his building.

"I won’t go up."

"Yeah, drive safely."

Jiang Chen pushed the door open and got out of the car.

As Tie Jun was about to leave, he suddenly saw Fang Qing coming in, carrying groceries.

"Tsk, Qing Gege, so virtuous."

He lowered the car window to greet, without any sarcasm, genuinely.

Fang Qing has always been in his mind, the epitome of a perfect woman, and that hasn’t changed.

He probably wasn’t the only one who thought that.

Didn’t Fu Zili once infatuate with Fang Qing as well?

"Bought the cigarettes and alcohol?"

Fang Qing approached.

The certain someone who was about to enter the building heard the commotion and turned around to stop.

"Hmm, bought them. Those are cold dishes from the Zhonggulou market, right?"

"Care for a bit upstairs?"

Tie Jun smiled, "Another time."

Fang Qing nodded, showing understanding and stepped aside.

Tie Jun turned the car around.

Fang Qing, carrying the groceries, headed towards the building.

"It’s so late already, why go out of the way to buy groceries, just eat something casual."

Someone spoke with the comfort of home, as if eating at someone else’s house was completely reasonable, but didn’t consider, if not for his extra mouth, would there still be the need to go out and buy groceries.

And it’s cold dishes he likes.

Tie Jun still remembered.

"Not letting you eat."

Fang Qing walked past him.

Jiang Chen followed.

In the electric car, Tie Jun already turned the car around, through the window, watching their backs disappear into the building corridor, remembering the envious expressions of Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan when they congratulated him earlier.

"Sigh."

Sighing slowly, Tie Jun withdrew his gaze and drove away.

The paint smell had faded somewhat, but the traces left behind were destined to remain until the building is torn down and vanished.

"Last night’s incident, do you have any answers?"

Jiang Chen spoke.

"Did Fu Zili call you?"

Fang Qing was a bit surprised, such speed.

"Hmm. It does have a connection with that car..."

Speaking, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped, looked up, and instinctively pulled Fang Qing along.

Absolutely not intentional touching.

But a reflex action.

"Shh."

Fang Qing stopped, one hand carrying groceries, the other hand being held, without struggle.

Yes.

The certain someone lacked manners, hadn’t even thought to take the groceries.

The reason for not struggling is because Fang Qing heard it too.

There was talking coming from above.

From her home.

Seemed like there was a visitor.

If it was Zhang Zhongquan again, wouldn’t that catch them?

The certain someone reacted quickly indeed.

The two of them stood in the hallway, forgetting to let go of each other’s hands, listening quietly for a while, and then realized, it didn’t seem to be Zhang Zhongquan, there were more than one visitor and it seemed, ready to leave.

Indeed.

They were ready to leave.

Voices grew clearer, indicating the couple moved from inside to the door, courteously sending off guests.

Footsteps approached.

Someone was coming down the stairs.

At the staircase turn.

Both parties, one up and one down, met face to face.

The other two people, pausing mid-turn, dressed in suits and ties, exuding a professional air, a common sight in big cities, but in a place like Sha City, especially in the outdated state-factory courtyard of Sanjian Courtyard, extremely conspicuous.

Suddenly.

Jiang Chen felt a pull on his hand.

Fang Qing led him, continuing up the stairs, passing by the two suited men in the narrow hallway.