I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2098 - 1351: 99,999,999

The spark indeed has the potential to spread like wildfire, but inevitably there’s a risk of being discovered and extinguished in time.

Ma Qiujie’s home is located in an ordinary commercial area on the edge of the Jiangcheng Third Ring. Based on previous housing prices, it’s estimated to be twenty thousand per square meter, but given the current market, it’s not merely halved, it’s at least at a discount.

The downward trend in housing prices is a general trend, but it’s undeniable that someone’s series of troublesome operations after taking over Hengsheng Real Estate may have contributed to this avalanche.

The weight of a snowflake is admittedly weak, but it’s an essential component of a snow mountain, indispensable, not to mention that someone is not just a snowflake, but a snow pile or a large snowball.

Elevator building, two elevators for four units, the layout is quite good, just somewhat dated. As the defendant and "intermediary", Wu Yufei surely knows the Ma family’s address; she takes Jiang Chen to the eastern end unit, raises her hand, and knocks on the door.

"Coming!"

The door opens quickly, but inside is not the couple from the court, but a young man about seventeen or eighteen. He opens the door quickly, energetically, but upon seeing Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei, his brow furrows.

Maybe it’s because Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei aren’t the guests he’s expecting?

"Who are you?"

His tone is unfriendly, and while his appearance is decent, it... seems to lack a bit of courtesy or upbringing.

"Is this Ma Qiujie’s home?"

Wu Yufei asks, it’s likely her first time visiting.

The young man looked her up and down, especially pausing at her legs, chest, and face, then nonchalantly asked, "What are you doing?"

Looks like they found the right place.

"Are your parents home? We need to discuss something with them."

Jiang Chen speaks.

The young man glances at him and then turns around.

"Tu Lei, someone’s looking for you."

Tu Lei.

The very son of Ma Qiujie.

So, this young man is Ma Qiujie’s grandson.

Speaking to his father like that?

Wu Yufei feels taken aback.

In high school, she was so quiet, clearly a good girl type; in her understanding, she couldn’t imagine a child calling their parent by name.

But Boss Jiang isn’t surprised.

Martial Saint was the same way.

The boy doesn’t offer slippers, nor shoe covers, leaving them at the door. Hence, Jiang Chen straightforwardly walks inside with his shoes on.

Seeing this, Wu Yufei, despite feeling it was impolite, could only follow inside and close the door.

The young man went straight into the bedroom, and due to poor soundproofing, incessant gunfire sounds and the young man’s excited shouting came from inside.

Apparently.

He’s playing games.

"What are you here for?!"

Ma Qiujie’s son and daughter-in-law are home, sitting in the living room watching TV, watching a comedy show, very leisurely. The couple snuggled together, quite sweet, but Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei’s presence disrupted their nice time. Upon seeing them come in, son Tu Lei’s smile vanished, he quickly stood up, looking gloomy.

No wonder.

The old mother jumped to her death, how could they welcome him?

It’s just that.

Weren’t they laughing at the TV earlier?

But it’s not a problem.

People can’t always drown in pain.

What’s past is gone.

Those living must continue to live.

"Mr. Tu, please don’t get agitated."

It’s not the first time dealing personally; in the face of Tu Lei’s verbal attacks, Wu Yufei remains quite calm.

The lady of the house reacted more decisively, quickly picked up the remote and turned off the TV, leaving Boss Jiang who was watching the comedy show feeling a bit bored.

But they aren’t concerned with spoiling his mood, resolutely aligning with her husband, standing by him, coldly saying: "You’re not welcome here, get out!"

The air fell silent for a moment, except for the loud game sounds from the bedroom.

"I’m the person in charge of Xinghuo Medical Center, visiting today with no other intention but to discuss reconciliation with you one last time."

Impolite.

It’s one thing to visit unannounced.

Not even changing shoes, the floor tiles are dirty.

Indeed quite impolite.

"Don’t worry, it won’t take too long. If we still can’t reach an agreement, we’ll leave immediately and won’t bother you again."

The couple exchanged silent glances, then, as the head of the household, Tu Lei scrutinized the overly youthful Jiang Chen, skeptical, "You’re the person in charge of Xinghuo Medical Center? How old are you? Stop fooling with us!"

"President Wu is here; if you’re doubtful, you can ask her to verify."

"Mr. Jiang is indeed the person in charge of Xinghuo Medical Center."

Wu Yufei corroborates Boss Jiang’s identity, her calm tone making it hard for anyone to doubt.

The couple look at each other, clearly not expecting such a significant figure to visit personally.

They are ordinary people, though willing to cry and make a scene, and fight for their reasonable rights, they equally understand what such a large medical institution represents.

"...What do you want?"

The male owner, Tu Lei, evidently became a bit less confident.

"I just said."

Jiang Chen, neither arrogant nor anxious, down-to-earth, "I’m here to discuss reconciliation matters with you one last time."

Wu Yufei took a look, filled with puzzlement.

Reconciliation?

Didn’t they just say yesterday that justice lies in the hearts of people?

Though uncertain, she maintains silence.

Tu Lei’s eyes flickered, hesitating.

The wife quietly nudged his arm.

"Then, sit down."

Finally.

He relented.

Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei were able to sit down.

A small three-bedroom, about a hundred square meters, given it used to house three generations under one roof.