I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"Yo, looking good, Jiang Chen."

Mao Tu sat on the sofa, swinging her legs, her round eyes staring unblinkingly at the person working out.

Feeling ashamed and then striving forward.

Boss Jiang held the barbell, wearing a tight vest, and as he lifted the barbell, his biceps bulged modestly, yet were quite impressive.

All success is not accidental; luck is not the only factor.

To stand out in a vast sea of people, one must possess certain qualities.

Take Comrade Jiang Chen, for example.

Rises early, diligent, ambitious, self-disciplined.

He only went to sleep late last night, yet didn't laze in bed, even working hard at fitness.

While the Taoist nun sister in the master bedroom still had her room door firmly closed.

Ever since he lied that day about going to see Cao Jinse but instead went to a bathhouse to have fun, the master bedroom's bed owned by Boss Jiang has been occupied.

"Hah."

Receiving Mao Tu's praise, Jiang Chen chuckled and exerted even more effort, previously lifting just one barbell, now picking up a second one.

"Impressive!"

Mao Tu immediately applauded and even clapped her hands once.

Such a typical case of flattery!

She seems so innocent and cute on the outside, yet why is her heart so wicked?

Jiang Chen raised his arms, not hurried or slow, maintaining a steady rhythm, breathing evenly, showing off his skill with ease. An observant person would notice that he was quite capable.

"What were you guys doing last night?"

Mao Tu asked curiously while swinging her legs.

"Went for a walk."

"Tsk, who are you kidding?" Mao Tu whispered, "Did you go to the Yasukuni God Toilet again?"

"..."

This girl, does she really have such aspirations?

"I suggested you discuss with your lady about buying and transforming the Yasukuni God Toilet. Did you talk to her?"

"I wanted to, but didn't find the opportunity; she's too busy."

"Until what time were you guys drinking last night?"

Jiang Chen asked while lifting the barbell; having someone to chat with was quite nice.

"After you guys left, I went back with the lady."

"So early? Isn't your lady having a great time chatting with someone?"

"Tsk, that little devil, if I didn't want to trouble the lady, I'd smash his balls."

Jiang Chen couldn't hold back his laughter.

Vulgar.

It's indeed too vulgar.

It's hard to imagine words like these coming out of a "kawaii" young girl's mouth, and with such ease.

But that's Mao Tu for you.

"What would you use to hit? Your fist?"

Jiang Chen teased, never stopping his movements; though a bit discouraged, he couldn't just give up, every long-term plan begins with small steps!

Even if he couldn't compare with a young Taoist nun, the chosen one, excelling among ordinary people was still something to be proud of in the Jianghu.

"Pa."

Mao Tu moved quickly, pulling out a pink toy gun from who knows where and smacking it down onto the coffee table.

"Would this do?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

Without a doubt, no armory would produce such a colored gun. It was clearly custom-made, looking like a toy, but if you really treated it as such, you'd be paying the price.

Dongying indeed bans guns; last night, even the invincible gangs were quite reserved, only breaking the rules when pushed to the final level, but Mao Tu didn't mess around with trifling matters.

Rules are meant for certain circles only, as some people stand outside the drawn boundaries enjoying privileges.

Not just in Dongying, but this happens globally.

With someone like Cao Jinse, having traveling security equipped with necessary weapons is perfectly normal.

"Take care of it, don't let it fire accidentally."

He muttered while continuing his workout, but Mao Tu picked up the toy again, pointing the muzzle directly at him.

Jiang Chen blinked, not having time to speak, just heard a "click".

Mao Tu pulled the trigger.

No gunshot sound.

Also, nobody got hurt.

Obviously.

The gun wasn't loaded.

"Hehe."

Mao Tu chuckled mischievously, showing a full set of white teeth.

Jiang Chen looked serious.

"Hey, don't be so petty; as a big man, you should be broad-minded."

Mao Tu nonchalantly mumbled, setting the gun down.

It doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman, having a generous mind is essential to avoid illnesses; but jokes should have limits.

Stopping his exercise, Jiang Chen, expressionless, said two words.

"Apologize."

With Mao Tu's personality, she wouldn't care, but just as she was about to retort, his expression made her feel strangely apprehensive, stopping her words in her throat.

"Why so fierce? Just kidding with you."

She reiterated.

"Click."

The master bedroom door opened, and Tanki Liuli came out, finally awake.

Indeed.

Last night she worked hard.

"Apologize, or I'll go talk to your lady."

Jiang Chen sternly said.

"You..."

Mao Tu reluctantly gave in to a man who could complain, mumbling reluctantly, "Sorry, okay."

Although not very sincere, getting her to yield was already commendable.

Jiang didn't press further, "A gun muzzle is meant to be aimed at enemies, not friends, anytime."

Mao Tu pouted, but her sulking heart quietly dissipated quite a bit.

Yep.

Apologizing to a friend isn't embarrassing.

Mao Tu put away her gun and looked at Tanki Liuli, "Taoist Sister, what did you do last night to get up so late?"

Jiang Chen looked at Tanki Liuli, knowing she wouldn't lie. He was about to help answer when Tanki Liuli said simply, "Late-night snack."

Mao Tu was a bit dumbfounded.

Jiang Chen was a bit dumbfounded too.

Then, Jiang Chen smiled knowingly.

The young Taoist is pure but never foolish.

Late-night snack.

The term fits quite well.

She did indeed "eat heartily" last night.

"Are you hungry? Go order some food."

Jiang Chen said.

Just got up and already hungry? Didn't she have a late-night snack last night?

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

Mao Tu turned her head skeptically.

"Can you block a bullet with a knife?"

Looking at Jiang Chen being serious, Mao Tu froze, probably a bit confused.

"Block a bullet with a knife?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Just like from our current distance, if I give you a knife or any other weapon and shoot at you, can you block it?"

"..."

For some reason, Mao Tu quickly put away her toy gun, then looked at Jiang Chen and asked in all seriousness, "Are you an idiot?"

"..."

He didn't know where she learned such insulting words.

The knowledge-driven Jiang Chen wasn't disappointed.

Clearly.

Mao Tu couldn't do it.

Even though it was a joke, it allowed Jiang Chen to experience the concept described by Lan Peizhi for a moment.

Forget about dodging it, he couldn't even react in time.

A frog in a well looks up to see the moon.

An aphid sees the sky.

He shook his head, "Aphid."

Mao Tu looked puzzled, "What?"

Jiang Chen put down the barbell.

"Shower."