I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 20 - 0 V party

20: 020 V party

20: 020 V party

“Didn’t you say you weren’t going to work part-time anymore?”

Saturday afternoon.

Watching Jiang Chen about to leave again, Li Shao was puzzled.

“You guys know that Manager Chen always took good care of me in the past.

He called me a few days ago, asking for my help, and I can’t just refuse, can I?”

“One good turn deserves another, Chen, you’re doing the right thing.”

While watching an American TV series, Bai Zheli adjusted his glasses and swiveled his computer chair, “But it looks like it’s going to rain tonight, Chen, you’d better bring an umbrella.”

Jiang Chen glanced outside at the balcony sky, which was indeed dim, with dark clouds hanging and a not-so-gentle breeze.

“I’m off.”

He found an umbrella, greeted Li Shao and Bai Zheli, and left the dormitory.

Luo Peng wasn’t there, God knows where he’d gone to have fun.

Since it was the weekend, there weren’t many people in school.

Braving the cold wind, Jiang Chen walked out of the campus gates, instinctively heading towards the bus stop, only to realize where he was going when he got there and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Some habits aren’t so easy to kick.

They say he’s a billionaire, yet now he’s a trillionaire!

Isn’t it a bit shabby for a trillionaire to take the bus?

However, since he was already at the bus station, Jiang Chen didn’t think about taking a taxi instead.

After all, with East Sea’s traffic conditions, taking the bus wasn’t much slower than a taxi.

While waiting for the bus, it began to drizzle.

Watching the raindrops fall along the shelter board, Jiang Chen was somewhat lost in thought.

In the past, to earn his own keep and provide Ai Qian with a better life as much as possible, he would wait here for the bus to go to various part-time jobs whenever he had no classes.

The V Club Music Club where Manager Chen worked was one of those places.

Before the ten trillion ‘servile dog’ money hit his account, he had already worked at V Club for nearly half a year.

Even if he asked for occasional leaves, Manager Chen would grant them readily, rarely saying much more.

Times have changed, and he no longer needs to exert himself quite so much, but still, one must show gratitude.

As the waiting passengers began to crowd towards the edge of the platform, Jiang Chen knew the bus was coming.

He picked up his umbrella, and, just like countless times before, moved towards where the bus would stop.

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V Club Music Club.

Located in the bustling central district of the city.

Unlike ordinary wholesale-style KTVs.

It follows a high-end route, and spending tens or hundreds of thousands in a single night here wouldn’t be surprising at all.

Not to mention the décor, but just from the security setup, one could see hints of it.

The bouncers were all dressed in black with earpieces, broad and sturdy with stern faces, resembling cool and tough men.

When Jiang Chen arrived, it was already past seven, and due to the weather, it had already grown dark outside.

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The manager of V Club was surnamed Chen, full name Chen Kai, in his thirties.

Although he was just a manager, V Club brought him a monthly income well into the six figures.

For the grand scheme of East Sea, that might not be much, but to an average college student, he was certainly a success.

At least, that’s how he seemed to the former Jiang Chen.

However, Chen Kai was a good man, amiable to his staff and lacking in official pretense, which is why Jiang Chen could work there for so long.

Of course.

The pay was also high.

Even for part-time work, it was two hundred and fifty a day.

You wouldn’t find such high earnings as a waiter anywhere else.

Jiang Chen went straight to the changing room as if on autopilot, stowed his umbrella properly, and then changed into the small suit that represented the waitstaff.

With practiced ease, he began the familiar work of serving tea and drinks.

Room 208.

Its size was among the best in V Club.

It could easily accommodate over thirty people.

Of course.

The price was steep.

To book this private room, a minimum spend of ten thousand is required to start.

“Mr.

Liang, I’m a step late, I’ll fine myself three drinks, wishing you a happy birthday!”

At this moment inside private room 208, the atmosphere was in full swing, with over twenty handsome men and beautiful women clinking glasses and swapping drinks amidst an extravagant and vibrant scene.

As the absolute protagonist of the night, Liang Zhenlun was glowing with joy and full of vigor.

“Thank you all for your support, I’ll drink to you.”

“Mr.

Liang, don’t mention it!”

Some present were students from East University, but most were Liang Zhenlun’s friends from outside the school.

The women were uniformly beautiful, each looking like an internet celebrity.

And the men, without exception, were all wealthy.

“Bro Liang, where is your sister-in-law?

Why didn’t she come?”

A pot stirrer who brings up the very thing that should not be mentioned.

Liang Zhenlun’s smile slightly froze, naturally unwilling to bring up that distressing matter, so he laughed it off, “She’s feeling a bit unwell, so I let her rest well at school.

Don’t worry about her, let’s enjoy ourselves.”

There were princesses within the V party, all models by standard, but these young masters like Liang Zhenlun naturally wouldn’t stoop so low as to spend money on women in such a place.

But the girls they invited over, which one wasn’t a goddess in the eyes of those poor saps?

Ever since the argument that day, Liang Zhenlun hadn’t contacted Ai Qian again.

He wouldn’t pick up her calls or reply to her messages, what women often refer to as the cold treatment.

He hadn’t considered whether or not to break up yet, but he certainly hadn’t notified Ai Qian about his birthday.

The so-called feeling unwell was just an excuse he made up.

“Bro Liang, I haven’t seen you in so long, may I toast to you?”

A girl with wine-red hair approached Liang Zhenlun, holding a glass of amber liquid in her hand.

Despite the lousy weather, she was only wearing a black camisole, exposing large areas of tender skin.

Her coat had been deliberately left on the couch the moment she stood up.

“Lancôme’s Miracle, nice taste.”

As a playboy skilled in dealing with women, Liang Zhenlun took a deep breath of the subtle fragrance coming off the woman and said with a bad smile, “Drinking is fine, but there’s a certain way to it…”

“How would you like to drink then, Bro Liang?”

The girl timidly spoke, her eyes fixed on Liang Zhenlun, an epitome of coquettish resistance.

“Haha, do I even need to say?

Ning’er, today is Mr.

Liang’s birthday, you should at least drink a cross-cupped drink with him!”

The others started egging them on.

“Right, cross-cupped drink!”

The girl called Ning’er’s face turned crimson, and she shyly looked down, “That depends on whether Bro Liang is willing.”

Liang Zhenlun was not a man to ignore the romantic cues, especially since Zhao Ning’er had already played ambiguous games with him in the past.

If it weren’t for his pursuit of Ai Qian later, he would have had her long ago.

“Let’s do it then.”

Liang Zhenlun took the initiative to step forward, extending the hand holding the glass, while his other hand unapologetically wrapped around her soft waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

A fragrant breeze wafted.

A wonderful touch.

“Bro Liang, you’re bad!”

Zhao Ning’er bit her lip in mock anger, her thousand charms and hundred coquetries shooting Liang Zhenlun a glance.

Ignoring everyone else, Liang Zhenlun pulled her even closer into his arms and looking down, he asked, “But do you like my bad side?”

Zhao Ning’er dodged the question and moved her drink.

“Time to drink.”

“Alright, let’s drink!”

The two of them pressed against each other, their arms intertwined, and under the watchful eyes of all, they took their cross-cupped drink.

“Great!”

To such a morally corrupt scene, the people in the private room not only felt no disapproval but loudly cheered them on instead.

Alcohol is a matchmaker.

Putting away the drink, Liang Zhenlun gazed at the coy and alluring face so close to him, the batting eyelashes, those moist red lips, and the barely hidden darting tongue, feeling an overwhelming heat surge through him.

His primal instincts erupted like a volcano, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He lowered his head, about to kiss her fiercely.

“Bang.”

But just at that moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.