I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1432 - 968 Lucky_2

Chapter 1432: 968 Lucky_2

Song Chaoge listened in silence, "A very unique insight."

"Blessings and debts have continuity and delay, just like farming, planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, and there will only be one cycle. If you don’t plant next year, there will be no harvest in the future. If someone was a good person in the previous life, lying on their achievements in this life, resting easy, the blessings accumulated in the past life might slowly fade away."

Jiang Chen raised his glass.

With a knowing smile, Song Chaoge also raised his glass.

"Listening to Brother Jiang’s words, I’ve benefited a lot."

"Just my humble opinion, everyone has different understandings."

Jiang Chen replied indifferently.

Song Chaoge nodded, "Indeed, everyone has different life views, values, and worldviews, but Brother Jiang is willing to share with me, which really touched me."

Jiang Chen swirled his glass, "Mr. Song, you flatter me."

"No. I think what Brother Jiang said makes a lot of sense, ten years to grow trees, a hundred years to grow people, what you sow is what you reap, but have you ever thought about this point, Brother Jiang?"

The two men looked at each other.

"If there’s no immediate feedback, many people just won’t care. Nowadays, people emphasize living in the moment and don’t worry about things half a year or a year later, let alone consider whether they can be reborn well in the next life."

Jiang Chen, hearing this, smiled, "So, everyone lives differently, and as long as it’s the path they choose, whether the end is Western Heaven or fiery hell, it shouldn’t make much difference."

Song Chaoge laughed openly, and under the lights and gaiety of Apang Palace, he looked at Jiang Chen with a clear gaze.

"Meeting Brother Jiang is truly a blessing."

Jiang Chen returned the smile, "The truth comes out after drinking; Mr. Song, I believe your words."

Song Chaoge’s smile grew wider as he toyed with the glass.

"Just based on this bottle of wine Brother Jiang gave, I couldn’t possibly lie. Meeting Brother Jiang, I truly feel very lucky."

He paused, "Whether as opponents or friends."

Jiang Chen rubbed his glass, noncommittal.

"Having someone like Brother Jiang in the world makes it less boring, less lonely."

Song Chaoge sighed, unfocused.

Some people’s entire lives are about surviving.

And some, from birth, have no survival pressure, so they must find a meaning in life.

Like Young Prince Ye.

Like the tiger idiot who just left without notice.

Like Cao Jinse.

Like Song Chaoge sitting in front of him, also like this.

The difference lies in the different meanings they give to their lives.

Jiang Chen’s lips moved; in his heart, there was a question he always had.

"Mr. Song, do you have an ideal?"

Song Chaoge’s eyes wavered, focus returning, he stared at Jiang Chen, then smiled after a moment.

"This question, I’ve never really thought about."

For someone like Song Chaoge, almost from birth, shouldn’t be influenced by superficial wealth, so Jiang Chen was genuinely curious about what all of this was for.

Seeing Song Chaoge’s appearance now and his answer, Jiang Chen suddenly felt relieved.

Not all questions have answers.

Why is he doing everything he’s doing now?

Is it just for the lick-dog gold?

It’s not an exaggeration to say.

The wealth he currently possesses might have long surpassed the heirs of nobility who grew up under the right conditions, even if he gives everything up, he could live freely for the rest of his life without working so hard as he does now.

Jiang Chen raised his glass.

"Thanks for your company, Mr. Song."

"Brother Jiang, there’s a point about you, you’re too steady." Song Chaoge smiled, drinking with him, "I came over tonight, just to chat sincerely with Brother Jiang, as for tomorrow’s matters, let’s talk tomorrow."

Jiang Chen laughed, "Alright."

"That’s better, we have to find a time to take a break."

Song Chaoge said with satisfaction.

"Then may I ask Mr. Song a question?"

Song Chaoge nodded freely, "Ask anything."

"Mr. Song thinks, should the scammers in Myanmar be damned?"

Jiang Chen asked calmly, looking at him without any emotions.

Song Chaoge was the same, placing down his glass without a ripple, simply answering two words.

"They should."

"We agreed earlier, we’ll speak the truth tonight."

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Brother Jiang thinks I’m lying?"

Song Chaoge curled his lips, his indeed quite handsome face became even more charming and devilish.

Look.

Even the heavens can’t achieve fairness.

So how can we expect worldly equality?

"Then I also want to ask Brother Jiang, those sentenced to life, almost all guilty of the most heinous crimes, why not just execute them all?"

This question, perhaps only Fang Qing could answer.

"Because they still have value."

Without waiting for Jiang Chen to speak, Song Chaoge provided his own answer, or what he thought was the answer.

"What value? Sewing machine labor?"

Jiang Chen joked.

"That’s one way to put it."

Song Chaoge laughed.

The making of laws covers too many aspects, not something that can be explained in a few words. Jiang Chen didn’t delve into it, casually asking, "Then what’s the value of scammers?"

"Scammers can differentiate between a person’s intelligence and stupidity, and also distinguish between a person’s goodness and greed."

It’s a typical argument of victim blaming.

Jiang Chen looked at him, calm and composed, "Mr. Song thinks those who are scammed deserve it?"

Song Chaoge didn’t answer directly, speaking in a calm voice, "When a person’s wealth and abilities do not match, that wealth will return to the market in various forms."

Jiang Chen smiled, then said, "But those scammers not only rob money, but also take lives."

"You mean those who smuggled themselves over, those wanting to join them?"

Jiang Chen was silent.

"Respect others’ fates." Song Chaoge said with a smile.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, drank silently, and said nothing more.

"Taoist Duanmu, there’s still a lot here."

After polishing off a bowl of iced powder with Tanki Liuli, Song Chaoge reminded.

"Eating too much at night is not good for digestion."

Jiang Chen said.

Song Chaoge looked at him, "It would be nice if Brother Jiang could apologize to Aunt Lan for me."

Jiang Chen smiled, "How has Mr. Song done anything wrong?"

"Whether right or wrong, as a junior, it’s the right thing to do."

He really believes he’s done nothing wrong.

But judging from his various remarks, it’s completely understandable.

Every great achiever is intensely stubborn; without strong personal beliefs, it’s impossible to remain steadfast amidst various temptations and traps.

"She probably wouldn’t care about these things, since Mr. Song has a clear conscience, there’s no need to go through unnecessary motions."

"What does Brother Jiang think?"

Song Chaoge looked at him meaningfully.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment.

"I understand, yet don’t understand."

Song Chaoge laughed heartily.

"Great minds think alike; I feel the same about Brother Jiang."

Jiang Chen gave a silent smile.

"Just like doing business with Brother Jiang." Song Chaoge suppressed his laughter, "When did Brother Jiang ever abide by the game rules? You know the so-called rules are all for the benefit of incumbents; to break through and gain your own space, you must break the rules and create your own game rules."

"Actually, constantly creating games isn’t that interesting; occasionally playing games under others’ rules might not be so bad either."

Song Chaoge was slightly stunned.

Jiang Chen picked up the bottle and poured a drink for him.

This evening.

Tanki Liuli kept them company and witnessed the two men talk about a lot until they finished a bottle of Romanée Conti without wasting a drop before reluctantly leaving.

Refusing Jiang Chen’s escort, the blushing Song Chaoge walked out of Apang Palace alone.

A domestic electric car was parked by the roadside, who knows when it had gotten there.

Song Chaoge stood still for a moment, then walked over, opened the door, and sat in the front passenger seat.

"Ping Li can’t hold on any longer."

The long-haired female driver said softly.

Song Chaoge exhaled wine fumes, speaking with a smile.

"If you lose, you have to admit it."

The female driver turned her head.

She actually heard the word "lose" from this man’s mouth.

"Take a break, have a good rest for a while, you may not care about yourself, but there are people in this world who care about you."

The female driver remained silent, with a rosy complexion, she quietly drove away into the night.