The continuous events had seriously damaged the little fat man’s self-esteem. He was also raised in the Dean’s compound from a young age, but his grandfather had died early and his family had long since lost any say. He had grown up following ng Ping, as close as brothers, never thinking about the future. But this incident had suddenly made the little fat man realize he couldn’t continue drifting aimlessly.
"Boss, look! So much has happened, such big events we were involved in, but we really had no say. You heard what the President just said. To put it bluntly, the current situation has reached a level we can’t reach, so we can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything."
The little fat man continued to blabber the thoughts he had been mulling over for two days, and then, summing up, asked, "Boss, do you know why we all admire the Young Chairman and Living Yama so much?"
"..."
ng Ping didn’t speak, and the little fat man didn’t expect an answer, going on to say, "Because they are powerful! I heard that the people they bring have combat ability and talent that defy heaven, and in such confrontations, it depends on the upper-level commanders and their frontline combat personnel. Don’t think I don’t know, the clues the President got were still reported by Living Yama. So, they seem particularly important, while we just seem particularly troubleso."
"Yes," ng Ping’s handso face was gloomy and pale, his lips red as blood. He didn’t want to be an outsider, an onlooker, a trash with no opportunity to even participate.
ng Ping clenched his teeth secretly, speaking deliberately to the little fat man, "In less than three years, I, ng Ping, will make all of Si Jiu City tremble with a stomp of my foot."
"Boss is aweso." The little fat man’s eyes brightened, clapping happily, "It’s great that you can figure it out, Boss."
"Little fat man, it doesn’t matter if we have no power, no combat ability, no talent. As long as we have money, that’s enough! The reason our words carry no weight now is that we don’t have enough money yet, not enough to crush people to death." This was also the reason ng Ping chose to go into business. Money could make the devil turn the millstone; without money, you are the devil turning the millstone.
The little fat man listened fascinated to ng Ping’s narrative, imagining what it would be like to be so rich that he could crush people to death.
"Boss, is it really possible?"
"Of course it is." ng Ping nodded resolutely, "You go get busy! Buy so fruits and see how Du Xiaosong is doing. I need to sleep for a while."
"Okay! Boss, I’ll co to keep you company after I’m done."
"No need!" ng Ping raised his hand to stop him.
The little fat man’s smiling face slowly solidified, "Alright!" then he went out, head hanging low and dispirited. He knew what the Boss really wanted in his heart was his wife, but she had beco soone else’s wife. The Boss might never get her in this lifeti, left only to long for her inwardly.
No wonder the Boss had changed so much since coming back, his whole being devoid of any trace of his forr self.
In the sickroom, ng Ping leaned against a wide, soft pillow, closing his eyes as his thick eyelashes cast small shadows from the ceiling light. He took a deep breath, his body unconsciously curling up.
The pain in his chest made his eyebrows tighten, his curled-up body trembling slightly.
Just now soone had been enduring, deliberately pretending everything was fine. In reality, his entire chest felt as if it were being shredded into countless pieces by a sharp knife.
He pursed his lips in pain, sweat droplets rolling down heavily, enduring it desperately.
Love causes pain, but pain can make a man grow overnight. The once reckless and debonair young master had long shed his past self, and what ng Ping would be like in the future, no one knew.
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