I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2112 - 1358: Moon City

The night market street across from the main entrance of Jiangcheng University.

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing were already drinking.

Beer with hot pot is one of life’s great pleasures.

University is essentially an industry. Tens of thousands of students may not have graduated yet, but they are already creating value for society, such as hotels, stalls, restaurants, and KTVs around the university... they all survive thanks to these lovely students.

The night market full of smoke and fire is the same.

How heavy life is.

How light life is.

The death of Hong Xiaoyu’s roommate had little impact on Jiangcheng University, just like the death of one cell does not affect the work of other cells. The planned night market area was bustling. When Boss Jiang brought Qing Mei over earlier, they waited more than ten minutes for a seat.

The students dining nearby were either talking about games, celebrity concerts, or movies. Boss Jiang fit right in, raising his glass to Fang Qing from time to time, enjoying himself.

"Hungry?"

Fang Qing couldn’t help but ask. Hong Xiaoyu hadn’t arrived yet, and they might get full if they kept eating like this.

"Don’t you think it tastes good?"

Jiang Chen enjoyed the vegetables with beer, looking relaxed. He didn’t seem to be visiting his cousin but rather indulging his appetite.

"Wipe your mouth."

Fang Qing said "disgustedly".

Boss Jiang didn’t mind. He wasn’t an outsider, so why bother about image? He nonchalantly pulled out two tissues, suddenly looking behind Fang Qing.

"Sit."

Hong Xiaoyu finally arrived, greeting Fang Qing, "Sister Fang Qing."

Fang Qing nodded.

Hong Xiaoyu sat down next to them.

"See if there’s anything else you want to eat and order it yourself,"

Jiang Chen casually said.

"I’m not very hungry."

Hong Xiaoyu seemed fine, just a bit downcast.

"It’s okay not to eat, just have a drink then."

Boss Jiang, the brother, was indeed open-minded.

"Okay."

Hong Xiaoyu didn’t hesitate and went to pick up a beer bottle from the table.

"That’s your Sister Fang Qing’s; go get two more bottles."

So Hong Xiaoyu really stood up to ask the boss for more beer.

Fang Qing chuckled and picked up her chopsticks again.

"Gulp."

After getting his beer, Hong Xiaoyu downed a glass by himself first.

Jiang Chen pretended not to see, grabbing some food from the pot, "They found him."

"Yes, in the lake."

Jiang Chen nonchalantly asked, "What did the police say?"

"It’s basically confirmed as a suicide."

"What about his parents?"

Fang Qing asked.

"His parents plan to take him back to their hometown. The school is helping to arrange it and has also compensated his parents with 100,000 yuan."

"Your school is quite humane."

100,000 yuan isn’t much, but as the school, they could have chosen not to give anything. After all, throughout the whole incident, the school wasn’t responsible.

Of course.

If the family caused a scene, regardless of fault, it could negatively affect the school’s reputation. So this solution is considered the most proper way to handle it.

"Bro, I told his parents about Ah Feng’s online gambling."

Hong Xiaoyu seemed to say.

"Well done."

Jiang Chen affirmed, "At least his parents can clearly understand why their child committed suicide."

Hong Xiaoyu downed another glass of beer by himself.

That’s how he thought about it.

Although it seemed to add insult to injury, letting the poor parents, who just lost their child, also have to accept the fact their child picked up a bad habit, he thought compared to not knowing why their child died, parents should find that even harder to bear.

At least now they know why their child committed suicide.

"His parents thanked me."

Hong Xiaoyu’s voice dropped, "And they even insisted on returning that 4,000 yuan to me."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen paused his eating, "That’s a pity."

With parents like these, the child’s character couldn’t have been too bad. But in life, there are too many temptations. Sometimes a single wrong thought can lead someone astray, and while some people may find their way back, others don’t get that chance.

"I’ve been thinking if I knew he was gambling online, if I hadn’t helped him hide it but instead told everyone, told the school, told his parents, would he not have committed suicide? I even lent him money, pushing him further toward the lake."

"Did you lend him money with the intention of letting him continue gambling?"

Fang Qing softly asked.

"No. I just wanted to help him, to ease his pressure."

"Globally, approximately 1.3 million people die in traffic accidents each year, and more than 3,000 people die in crashes daily. Should car manufacturers be held responsible?"

Hong Xiaoyu fell silent.

"No one can assure that every action they take will bring good results. The only guarantee is whether their actions are out of kindness or malice."

Jiang Chen unconsciously nodded. Bringing Qing Gege along was, of course, not for nothing. Having Fang Qing there could save him a lot of trouble, and sure enough, Qing Gege did not disappoint his expectations.

"Let’s toast."

He raised his glass.

Fang Qing and he drank slowly, but Hong Xiaoyu downed his drinks in one go, finishing a bottle in no time.

"He was your roommate. You can be sad, you can be upset, but don’t dwell on it. Don’t think of yourself as a hero. You haven’t graduated yet. How capable are you? Ask your Sister Fang Qing, how many people has she really saved? How many cases has she won? With your reasoning, Sister Fang Qing would probably need to undergo psychological treatment long ago. No, perhaps you wouldn’t be visiting her, but you’d be visiting her at the mental health management center."

Hong Xiaoyu’s face twitched, his expression peculiar.

"Didn’t you say it tastes good here? Eat more."