I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 23 - If young and promising thanks for the tip

23: If young and promising (thanks for the tip)

23: If young and promising (thanks for the tip)

Ai Qian’s face was stiff, as she clenched the microphone tightly, refusing to look at Jiang Chen.

Liang Zhenlun didn’t press her.

“Senior Jiang, Shu Rui is here as well, aren’t you going to say hello to Shu Rui?”

Excessive.

It was truly excessive!

Zheng Jingjing could hardly stand to watch.

There should be a limit to mercy.

Having a disagreement, and giving someone a hard time, should have been enough.

After all, no matter what, everyone was an alumnus—was there really a need to humiliate someone to death?

“Is there anything else?

I still need to deliver drinks to the next private room.”

Remarkably, no matter how Liang Zhenlun mocked and ridiculed, Jiang Chen remained calm and unruffled, as if he had become numb, losing any sense of shame and not even bothering to conceal his lowly status as a waiter.

“No rush, worst case, I’ll just have a word with your manager.”

Liang Zhenlun’s smile was sharp, “Senior Jiang might not give me face, but your manager will.”

In fact, from the moment he saw Liang Zhenlun walking through the door, Jiang Chen understood that the reason Manager Chen had asked him to come and help today was probably all set up.

Although Manager Chen treated him well, how could an ordinary employee compare with a power client?

Even a fool knew what decision to make, let alone a shrewd and competent businessman.

No wonder Manager Chen had intentionally arranged for him to deliver drinks to this private room.

To attack him, this young master Liang was really going to great lengths.

“How about this, since there are rules here, I won’t force the issue.

We don’t have to drink, but how about you, Senior Jiang, sing us a song to celebrate my birthday instead?”

Liang Zhenlun’s smile curled up, chillingly sinister.

If Jiang Chen agreed, and truly sang as a waiter, in front of Ai Qian, in front of Li Shuru, he’d probably never be able to hold his head up high again.

Once word got back to school, it’d be another huge joke.

But in this situation, he seemed to have no room to refuse.

“Jiang Chen, I’ll sing with you.”

Ultimately, someone’s conscience had not eroded.

Stepping forward was Zheng Jingjing.

Snatching someone else’s girlfriend was bad enough.

But to humiliate someone’s character in every way possible was too much.

She simply could no longer stand it.

Liang Zhenlun frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Zheng Jingjing’s meddling.

But Zheng Jingjing did not give him the chance to express his opinion, quickly walking to the song-selection station, picking a song on her own, and forcefully snatching the microphone from Ai Qian’s hand.

The reason why Liang Zhenlun targeted Jiang Chen like this was all because of you.

And the reason why Jiang Chen was working here had a lot to do with you as well.

Not to mention expecting you to remember old affections, but even just as ordinary friends, isn’t it common practice to mediate in such situations?

But there she sat, unmoving, feigning deafness and remaining utterly silent.

As an outsider, as a woman, Zheng Jingjing felt a strong sense of indignation.

“Here!”

She handed a microphone to Jiang Chen.

The intro music started.

“You must know this song, right?”

Jiang Chen nodded.

“Then I’ll start.”

Zheng Jingjing didn’t hesitate, and began to sing.

“The television keeps flickering,

The contact info I haven’t deleted yet,

The kindness you treated me with,

I’ve clumsily destroyed…”

As a student of the conservatory, even if she wasn’t quite professional, Zheng Jingjing’s singing was still much stronger than the average person’s.

And this song wasn’t all that difficult either.

Liang Zhenlun narrowed his eyes, watching the big screen, his expression slightly dark.

“We once dreamed together,

Of a place to sleep and eat,

but how to endure the days and nights upside down,

When we couldn’t even scrape together a down payment…”

Zheng Jingjing didn’t pay attention to him, and sang with great involvement, emotionally and expressively, obviously putting a lot of feeling into it.

“Why would Jingjing stand up for Jiang Chen?”

Xu Siyi was surprised and did not understand why Zheng Jingjing had specifically chosen this song, which was obviously not a coincidence, and was highly targeted—could’t you see Ai Qian’s face had changed?

“Have you forgotten when Jingjing deliberately spent over an hour driving to send a stray dog by the roadside to the rescue station?”

Li Shuru spoke softly, “Besides, this is a person we’re talking about.”

Xu Siyi was taken aback, and then fell silent.

“The wall has been smashed by me,

And to this day, it hasn’t been fixed,

A bowl of hot porridge,

“You fear I won’t get enough,

So you leave half to take away.”

Vanity aside, but Zheng Jingjing, this girl, clearly has her merits.

At the very least,

She still harbours some sympathy.

“To describe to you

The beauty that often makes your eyes red,

You cared for me back then,

Which I never understood…”

Because she was either too angry or too engrossed, Zheng Jingjing only realized after singing for a while that she was not the only singer.

She hastily stopped, signalling Jiang Chen to start.

“If in my youth I had been confident,

Understanding what truly is precious,

Those beautiful dreams,

Not given to you, I am forever in guilt.”

Jiang Chen’s voice lacked any technique, soft and plain, and yet, for some reason, even those who didn’t know him could hear an indescribable feeling in his singing.

The smiles gradually vanished, the mocking and sneering gazes began to change.

Looking at the slender youth in a small suit, some of the girls couldn’t help but become curious.

“If in my youth I had been confident,

Felt the taste of regret,

Money, status,

Earned but now I wish I could give back,

If in my youth I had known when to advance or retreat,

I wouldn’t have let you suffer for me,

At the wedding drink a few more cups,

And to your present one,

At the wedding drink a few more cups,

Wish me a promising youth.”

The music slowly faded away.

Jiang Chen put down the microphone.

“This guy sings quite well.”

Xu Siyi was surprised.

Li Shuru silently watched the youth who had always moved forward amidst disdain and mockery, feeling her impression of him subtly changing.

To like someone.

It seems indeed not something to be ashamed of.

[Li Shuru’s favorability towards you +20]

The sudden notification caught the unprepared Jiang Chen off guard, and then he laughed dumbly to himself.

So singing really can charm girls!

No wonder so many boys practice their singing so diligently.

The pitiful favorability finally changed, now at -80.

Though success was still far off, after all, he had taken the first step.

“Thank you.”

Jiang Chen handed the microphone back to Zheng Jingjing.

Zheng Jingjing took the microphone, hesitated to speak, but in the end, she only said, “You’re welcome.”

Jiang Chen turned around, looking at Liang Zhenlun with a face as still as water.

“Happy birthday.”

The whole room fell silent.

Especially the students from East Sea University.

Some people may be dirt-poor, but they possess a rich and charismatic personality.

The name Jiang the Bootlicker was notorious in East Sea University.

But tonight, they witnessed a side of him different from the rumors.

“I wish everyone a fun time at V Party tonight.”

In the end, Jiang Chen did not forget his duty, bowed slightly, then turned and left the private room.

The door was slowly closed.

Xu Siyi couldn’t help but sigh, feeling an inexplicable tightness in her chest.

She didn’t know why.

This Bootlicker, from whom she had tricked thousands of dollars, seemed not as simple as she had imagined.

This kind of forbearance and tenacity, is that something a young man of this age could have?

“Shu Rui, this guy Jiang Chen seems different from the one we used to know…”

Xu Siyi murmured unintentionally, this time completely involuntary, not deliberately speaking in favor of Jiang Chen.

Li Shuru was noncommittal, glanced at Liang Zhenlun whose face was as still as water, then at Ai Qian who looked pale and distracted.

“Did we ever really know him?”