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Chapter 1425 - 964 isolated and unsupported_2

Chapter 1425: 964 isolated and unsupported_2

Don’t know?

Wei Zu frowned deeply, his heart skipping a beat.

I don’t know.

Father saying this means having no confidence at all.

"So we have to prepare for both outcomes."

Once he finished speaking, Wei Bangxiong turned around, looking at his eldest son, who was steadily pursuing a political career under his arrangements.

"Be mentally prepared. When necessary, you need to leave Myanmar."

Wei Zu’s pupils contracted violently.

"Dad, what do you mean by this?"

"Our family wealth is enough for you to live abroad. When that time comes, don’t hesitate, leave immediately, and go incognito, never to return."

"No matter how strong the Allied Army is, I don’t believe they can reach the south!"

Wei Zu was agitated.

"They don’t need to reach the south; they just need to achieve enough victories, showing sufficient strength. At that time, their voice will have power. To achieve their goals, they won’t need war anymore. For the bigger picture, sacrifices are inevitable."

Wei Zu was certainly not foolish, he understood his father’s implied meaning.

His gaze was scattered, unable to argue.

"When that time truly comes, Dad, ... let’s go together."

After a while, he said shakily.

Wei Bangxiong grinned, "At my age, half-dead, where would I go?"

Wei Zu tried to speak again.

"If the time comes when leaving is unavoidable, together with me, you won’t be able to leave."

Wei Zu couldn’t look directly into his father’s eyes, "... Then what about Wei Hong and them?"

Wei Bangxiong shook his head, indifferent, "Wei Hong is different from you. She is too entangled with the Hendry Group. Everyone knows her as the Queen of Telefraud; she can’t leave."

The ultimate rationality is the ultimate indifference.

A ruthless person is indeed a true man.

This Wei Family is truly a generation of heroes.

When sacrifice is needed, sacrifices must be made.

It’s better than leaving the whole family behind.

"No need for that expression, what I’m saying is just the worst-case scenario."

Wei Bangxiong smiled, waving his hand, "Go on out."

Wei Zu’s lips moved, but he couldn’t say anything. With heavy footsteps, he turned around and left the room.

Wei Bangxiong stood still for a long time, then walked to the table and slowly sat down, staring blankly out the window at the rain.

Even in Myanmar, how can one control the wind and clouds?

After all, it’s just a pawn beyond one’s control.

Capital City.

A certain special prison.

This time there was no glass barrier, an extra privilege.

"Brother Song."

Fang Jun, wearing a prison uniform, looked at the entering Song Chaoge and smiled slightly.

No prison guards.

The entire visiting room was just the two of them.

"Nice haircut."

Song Chaoge pulled out a chair and sat down, equally relaxed.

"Cut it two days ago, the skills are really good, not worse than outside stylists. Apart from being a bit restrained, living here is actually okay, and the food is good too."

Fang Jun shared his prison experiences.

Song Chaoge nodded, "Bear with it for a while; it won’t be long before you come out."

According to the sentence, it’s not a short time for Young Master Fang to complete his reform and regain freedom, but the sentence is just a guideline. As long as he behaves well inside, stays united and harmonious, and works actively, all these can shorten the time.

"I’m not in a hurry. If I get out too quickly, I’d suffer at home too, better to stay here longer, at least let the family cool down."

Song Chaoge laughed, "So you’re taking refuge in here."

"One has to look on the bright side of everything; this is the insight I gained after coming here. If I get hung up on it, it’ll be really hard to endure."

"It’s good to have such thoughts."

Song Chaoge smiled and nodded.

"Brother Song, did Hu Die have some trouble recently?"

Fang Jun asked.

Song Chaoge remained calm, "Already resolved."

"Was it because of my matter?"

"I said it’s already resolved; don’t worry about it." Song Chaoge smiled.

"Many people say I, Fang Jun, am ruthless, but at least I have a bit of a conscience. I know right from wrong. Hu Die helped me a lot. If she really got implicated because of me, the little conscience I have would still be condemned."

Fang Jun appeared to joke.

Song Chaoge looked at him, not avoiding eye contact, simply replied, "No."

"That’s good. Brother Song, I have no other requests, just hope you can take care of Hu Die."

"Of course."

Fang Jun smiled and nodded, "With Brother Song’s words, I am relieved."

Song Chaoge suddenly quieted down.

"Brother Song, why are you looking at me like that?"

Fang Jun smiled, puzzled.

"Has it really affected people in here so much? You didn’t use to be like this. I’m a bit tempted to come in and experience it myself."

"Such words are still better left unsaid, they’re unlucky. Although life here is okay, it’s ultimately incomparable to the outside."

Fang Jun laughed, "Moreover, everyone feels different inside. There’s a leader who came in later than me, and after less than a week, he chose to bang his head against the wall to commit suicide, but he was afraid of pain, didn’t dare use force, so he didn’t die. Didn’t even break the skin."

Song Chaoge chuckled, "Life inside is actually quite exciting."

"Whenever we’re allowed outside for a while, listening to those people chat is indeed very interesting. They all say they regret it, but when they talk about their stories, everyone is elated and nostalgic. If they hadn’t been caught, they surely wouldn’t regret it."

Song Chaoge remained silent, listening intently.

"So Brother Song, after coming in, whether genuinely or not, most people will think about one question."

"What question?"

"If they could choose again."

Song Chaoge smiled, not commenting.

"I found that the people who come in here are almost all for the same reason, unwilling to admit defeat. But what’s the use of being unwilling to admit defeat? There’s always someone higher, stronger than you."

"Your mindset is getting more elevated."

Song Chaoge praised.

"Initially, it was self-hypnosis, wanting to make myself feel better. But the more I thought, the more I realized this seems to be the truth. Throughout history, no emperor or general has won everywhere, so losing occasionally doesn’t matter. Life’s game isn’t just one round."

Fang Jun seemed to be talking to himself.

"Step back and the sea is vast?"

Song Chaoge responded.

Meeting eyes, Fang Jun softly said, "My grandpa taught me long ago that daring to admit defeat is actually a huge victory. Admitting defeat isn’t submitting; it’s giving yourself a way out. Unfortunately, I never listened to him."

Song Chaoge remained silent, unconsciously raising his head, eyes unfocused, looking at the cold ceiling.

"Forgive others, you forgive yourself."

He murmured lightly,

Fang Jun might not have heard him.

The two brothers chatted for about half an hour.

Until Song Chaoge left on his own, the prison guards never came to interrupt and remind.

He walked out calmly, and at the same time, pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Miss Fujiwara."

"Mr. Song."

Just a simple greeting, still flowing with that signature allure and politeness.

"Is everything still going smoothly with Miss Fujiwara’s matters?"

"Thank you for Mr. Song’s concern, everything is still going smooth."

"Then when will Miss Fujiwara come over again?"

"I’m afraid there’s no time in the short term. Regarding Shenzhou matters, Mr. Song can handle them fully."

Song Chaoge was silent,

This is the style of how conglomerates operate?

Not taking any risks.

Face, outsiders’ views... none of it matters, only interests are supreme.

"Thank you for Miss Fujiwara’s gift."

"Hehe, Mr. Song, you’re welcome. It’s a pity that Li Ji didn’t help at all."

Words need to be understood beyond their surface meaning.

The meaning of these words is clearly the end; gifts will no longer be added.

As expected.

Personal connections aside, no one is doing charity, impossible to sponsor unconditionally forever.

"The most important thing is the sentiment. I hope Miss Fujiwara can handle matters over there soon and look forward to meeting Miss Fujiwara again."

"Li Ji also looks forward to it."

After the formalities, the call ended.

Song Chaoge put down his phone, just in time to reach the prison gate.

A sentry opened the door.

Song Chaoge, alone, walked out, then paused, looking back.

All alone.

The open door slowly closed again.

Song Chaoge retracted his gaze, walking towards the accident-prone Hongqi H5 car.