I am a Big Player
Chapter 564 - 558, On What Basis? (Second Update)_1

Chapter 564: 558, On What Basis? (Second Update)_1

Using capital to settle this matter is like paying the bill. I’ve acted capriciously, engaging in something rather crazy, so there needs to be a way to wrap it up. Besides, capital cooperation is inherently a win-win situation; resolving the warrants for my arrest is just an added bonus.

Using capital to earn some US dollars seems like a pretty good deal too, and the reason for doing it is simply because I’m wealthy.

Ren He once joked with Yang Xi that if they ever had kids, to manifest their child’s aura of nobility, they’d name him: Ren Wealthy!

Yang Xi rolled her eyes and refused: That’s not called having an aura of nobility; that’s having a thick nouveau riche vibe.

This time, in his direct confrontation with Mark Pen, Ren He didn’t feel any pangs of conscience. After all, with a global warrant out for his arrest, Ren He didn’t believe they intended to wine and dine him upon his return.

What awaited him was an inevitably bleak life.

The warrant was like demanding Ren He to only stay at home, not go out shopping, not enjoy skewered meats and drinks, not watch movies, let alone go on a vacation. If he didn’t respond, he’d be stuck in his home country, unable to move.

Ren He was never one to be exceptionally open-minded and content with his lot; the whole mess started due to America’s fault.

It was unreasonable for the CIA to confine him within China, yet expect him not to retaliate. Just last night, Steve had called to inform him that as part of the transaction’s bonus, the CIA had discovered his whereabouts and issued a warrant.

Ren He acknowledged this information.

The battle in the Netherlands had to come to a head; the CIA’s warrant ignited a deep-seated fury within Ren He.

It was as if a national machine loomed high, scrutinizing him, dictating what he could and couldn’t do.

What’s the point of such a life? What’s the significance of living anew if that’s all there is – stifling frustration?

So Ren He came to the Netherlands to prove a point: Why should you confine me to China?

Why?

That single word encapsulated all the rage Ren He wanted to express.

A man can evade all the devils in the world, but there is one he can never escape – the coward within.

Living this life anew, Ren He felt what mattered most was courage.

If there’s a mountain ahead, scale it; if there’s a sea, cross it; if there’s a powerful national machine, fire at it!

This was the life creed of someone who lived anew; this matter in Ren He’s heart was as non-negotiable as back when he braved all dangers to find Yang Xi – the reasoning was the same and unalterable.

It’s just that after a night of conflict, Ren He began to reflect on whether his previous method of fighting violence with violence was indeed correct. He had no regrets about what he’d done. To act on one’s thoughts without overthinking prevented a life full of remorse.

Rather than hesitating and cowering, better to charge ahead relentlessly.

Dealing with capital was for later; what he needed now was to fight regardless of the consequences.

The path I’ve chosen, even if it leaves me with a face bloodied by thorns, I’ll grit my teeth and see it through to the end.

And as for who will take the prize, it’s still up in the air because this is also the CIA’s away game!

After breakfast, everyone boarded the coach rented by Chen Da and rushed to the venue of the performance. In fact, there were only six invited troupes, and they’d be done in a day.

The toughest part of this kind of event wasn’t for the performers but the judges...

Ren He even felt tired for those judges who had to sit through it all day...

"There will be many celebrities and tourists coming to watch today. Everyone must work hard and be in your best form!" Chen Da continued to boost morale on the bus.

However, everyone was already in a good state, not overly affected by the shooting incident two days prior, thanks to the timely intervention of the Chinese Embassy, which was very effective.

They were all excitedly discussing the performance on the coach, all except Ren He, who rested with his eyes closed in silence.

Today might be a joyous day for the other students, a grand celebration, but for Ren He, it marked a memorable day in his battle against the CIA. The opposition sought to uphold the world rules they established, while he intended to break them all and show that he could travel abroad whenever he wished.

At this moment, Ren He was a unique existence among the crowd. However, everyone believed Ren He’s acting skills needed no further discussion, so they didn’t disturb him.

Only Chen Da felt that Ren He was a bit off today, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it... It was as if... as if a sword was now sheathed, yet ready to be drawn at any moment.

Unknowingly, and for some reason, Ren He’s status in the troupe seemed extraordinary, somewhat mysterious, somewhat low-key but always treated differently by Chen Da. He possessed unreachable acting skills for the rest and even rejected invitations from big names.

The more they were abroad in this unfamiliar environment, the more prominent these perceptions became.

Some senior students wanted to get to know Ren He better, but all were politely and indirectly declined. Even though they could joke and play together, there always seemed to be a distance.

Ren He didn’t have the time to be concerned with these matters; his entire focus was fixated on the battle at hand.

When disembarking, Ren He retrieved his cello case from the luggage compartment of the coach, drawing everyone’s attention to the fact that he was carrying such an item.

Someone asked why he was carrying it, and Ren He simply smiled, saying it was a gift from a friend and he feared it might get lost in the hotel, for it was expensive.

Then a student familiar with the string instrument industry shared their knowledge: "Instruments like cellos and violins value history and craftsmanship, and it’s not uncommon for them to fetch astronomical prices."

The others nodded in understanding, but they still couldn’t grasp why Ren He had been gifted a cello in the Netherlands. His identity grew increasingly enigmatic in their minds...

Chen Da too was curious why Ren He constantly carried the cello, but refrained from inquiring further. After makeup was done and costumes were changed, Ren He still took the cello backstage to the changing area, where he simply left it, and no one thought to open it and take a peek.

If someone with intense curiosity took the chance to look inside while Ren He was distracted, they would perhaps find this world a little bizarre...

Ren He preferred not to start a battle in the theater, as there were many fellow students present, so he leaned toward waiting for the performance to conclude before initiating a street fight!

He believed the CIA wouldn’t dare to stir up trouble so blatantly at the film festival; they too had matters to concern themselves with.

But Ren He still took precautions and carried firearms with him, just in case, because life is precious and it’s better to be safe than sorry.

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Have a meal, and there’s more