I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2423 - 1532: Student ID Card_2

Jiang Chen explained simply.

"Oh."

Tong Dan didn’t think much about it, "Well, now that we can’t go back, why don’t we take a stroll around Sha City High School?"

"Agreed."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Tong Dan tilted her head, "Qing Gege, wanna go?"

The Maserati kept its direction, crossing the bridge over the Moat and drove through the city tunnel.

Sha City High School.

Not only is it the best school in Sha City, but it’s also a provincial key high school, nurturing countless talents and producing stars like Boss Jiang, Qing Gege, and the stunning Tong Dan.

"The new campus of Sha City High School is already built, over by the train station. I reckon this place will be relocated soon."

After getting off the car, seeing the gate of their alma mater, Tong Dan inevitably felt a bit melancholic.

Zhang Zhongquan chose to buy a house near the train station for a reason, because city hospitals and schools are gradually relocating that way, with future plans to heavily develop tourism. This old city, filled with their memories, will increasingly empty out.

Years later, standing at the school gate, Jiang Chen looked around, overwhelmed by a mix of familiarity and strangeness.

The street outside Sha City High School hadn’t changed much, but shops on both sides seemed to have changed repeatedly, things changed, people changed.

For instance.

On the right side of the school gate, about thirty meters away, is that bubble tea shop.

"What are you looking at?"

Tong Dan noticed Jiang Chen’s gaze.

"Wasn’t there a bubble tea shop there? What was it called?"

Jiang Chen was looking at a nationwide chain 24-hour convenience store.

"I don’t remember."

Tong Dan couldn’t recall, but Fang Qing did.

"Fast 7."

"Right, that’s the name."

Jiang Chen remembered, still reminiscing, "A cup of bubble tea was 5 yuan, what a rip-off."

"Yo."

Tong Dan seemed to discover a new continent, "President Jiang, are you bragging? Were you able to afford 5 yuan bubble tea back then? I couldn’t."

Jiang Chen wasn’t embarrassed.

Of course he couldn’t afford it.

Back in high school, his daily living expense was ten yuan, covering breakfast and dinner. He could go home for lunch, but evenings required self-study, and meal time was limited, going home wasn’t practical.

Though back then, the price of a bowl of spicy noodles was certainly less than eight yuan, but even plain noodles cost two to three yuan, while a bowl of fried rice at night was 5 yuan.

So bubble tea at 5 yuan per cup was definitely an extravagant luxury for him.

"It definitely wasn’t me who bought it, Fang Qing gifted it to me."

"No wonder."

Tong Dan suddenly understood and then began to feel sorry for herself, "Qing Gege was really good to you as a sibling of the opposite sex, she never treated me to 5 yuan bubble tea."

"That wasn’t from me."

Fang Qing explained.

"Hmm."

Someone shamelessly intervened to prevent Tong Dan’s misunderstanding, affecting the relationship between the two women, adding: "That was a gift from one of Qing Gege’s admirers, she didn’t drink it and couldn’t let it go to waste, so she gave it to me."

Tong Dan’s expression froze, then turned odd, but quickly relaxed.

This guy’s inner strength isn’t a secret to anyone.

"Was it tasty?"

She teased.

"Trash,"

Jiang Chen quickly evaluated.

"Pffft."

Tong Dan covered her mouth, "Five yuan a cup, was it really the most expensive bubble tea back then? Was it really that bad?"

"I almost threw it away."

"You mean you still drank it?"

"Five yuan a cup, how could I bear to throw it away?"

Tong Dan gave a thumbs-up, unable to stand it, "I salute you. Since you didn’t spend your own money, what’s so hard to let go? If it’s bad, why torture yourself?"

"I thought Fang Qing bought it."

Jiang Chen sighed, "She only later told me it was gifted by someone else."

"..."

Tong Dan, from covering her mouth to clutching it, blushed and trembled with laughter.

Meanwhile Qing Gege remained calm.

"How do we get in?"

She eyed the school gate.

"Is it not allowed to enter now?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Yes, it’s different from our time. They enforce strict measures. Students must wear uniforms, outsiders aren’t allowed in the campus casually."

Alright.

Back in their time, there was no requirement for uniform dressing, even in such a good school like Sha City High School. There were also students chasing individuality, with dyed hair and earrings.

After class, some would congregate to smoke in the bathroom.

Jiang Chen didn’t join in, but he personally witnessed a poor soul from the next class being caught by the homeroom teacher, slapped in the bathroom, becoming everyone’s amusing break-time joke.

Those years, just remembering them involuntarily brought a smile.

"Isn’t today a weekend?"

"Even on weekends, it’s the same. Didn’t you see the gate is closed?"

"This isn’t a small issue."

Jiang Chen remarked casually.

"Then why don’t you come up with an idea?"

Jiang Chen didn’t speak, just winked at her.

"What?"

Tong Dan wondered.

"It’s time to use your advantage. Go say some nice words to the security guard, I’m sure they wouldn’t deny you."

Is he suggesting to use charms?

Of course.

Back when she was a flight attendant, Tong Dan didn’t mind such tactics. Beauty was one of her advantages, but now, she doesn’t rely on looks to earn a living.

So she immediately retorted, "Why don’t you let Fang Qing go?"

"..."

Jiang Chen sighed, "Fine, I’ll go."

Tong Dan thought he had some smart strategy, but turns out he simply went to the former bubble tea shop that is now a 24-hour convenience store, came out shortly after with a pack of cigarettes under his arm.

Tong Dan laughed.

Indeed.

Living in the world, one must know the rules.

Cigarettes to bridge, liquor to pave, beauty for joy, money as shield, generosity opens doors, power speaks without words.

Jiang Chen passed by the two stunning women, giving them a reassuring look, confidently heading towards the security lodge at the entrance with the pack of cigarettes tucked under his arm.

"Knock knock knock..."

The glass window was tapped.

The relaxed security guard enjoying a video of sexy women dancing was startled, turned his head, saw a face, then covered his phone on the table, frowned as he opened the window.

"What is it?"

His pleasure was interrupted, naturally not in a good mood.

The security guard looked serious, sitting high in the security room, imposing a sense of intimidation.

Boss Jiang flashed a friendly smile.

"I’m a graduate from Sha City High School, I want to take a look at my alma mater, wondering if you can grant a little convenience."

"You say you are then you are. Student ID?"

The security wasn’t easy to deceive, quite sharp-minded.

Jiang Chen smiled, "Didn’t bring one."

The security got impatient, didn’t even bother responding, ready to close the window.

"Hold on."

Jiang Chen appealed with emotion and reason, his eyes filled with sincerity, "Not for long, we just want to take a look and leave. Heard the school is moving soon, want to see it one last time."

"School regulations state that outsiders are not allowed to enter at any time."

The security remained stern, ready to close the window again.

Jiang Chen pressed the window, "Can I borrow a pen?"

The security hesitated but eventually handed him a pen.

"A sheet of paper, please."

The security wasn’t entirely unapproachable, though Jiang Chen interrupted his view of women shaking their hips, perhaps moved by Jiang Chen’s amicability, he tore off a page and handed it over.

"Rip..."

Jiang Chen tore the paper into three pieces, then wrote on the window with the pen.

"Here."

The security took it, looked down, and his eye twitched.

F*ck!

Each piece had a cartoon head drawn on it, one male, two female, with three big words written beside each.

[Student ID]

Treating him like an idiot?

The security raised his head abruptly, intending to curse, but a pack of cigarettes slipped in.

"Can we go in now?"

Jiang Chen asked warmly.

The security immediately shut up, held the three student IDs, and quickly hid the pack of cigarettes under the table, touched by Jiang Chen’s gratitude to his alma mater, his fierce expression softened, stirred a sense of compassion, lightly coughed.

"Welcome home."