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Chapter 256 - 256 110 These Days Even the Landlord's Family Doesn't Have Surplus Grain 4000

256: Chapter 110: These Days, Even the Landlord’s Family Doesn’t Have Surplus Grain (4000) 256: Chapter 110: These Days, Even the Landlord’s Family Doesn’t Have Surplus Grain (4000) Capitalism is a terrifying system; it transforms all things historically and contemporaneously legitimate into commodities from a capitalistic perspective.

Under the play of capitalism, everything has a price.

As long as the price is right, even a soul can be sold.

“You’d better be offering a good buck for it”—So, what exactly did Cheng Daqi mean by a “good buck”?

There were no metaphors!

When Cheng Daqi made this statement, he had no expectation of a specific sum.

He wanted to test the limits of Gru’s willingness to pay.

If possible, he intended to squeeze every last drop of oil out of Gru!

“A good buck?

Are you asking for Dollars, or do you want me to do something else for you?”

Top-level corrupt cops are clever; they’ve never misread Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi could be shameless, he could be ruthless.

Most terrifying of all, Cheng Daqi could tear into him like a wolf, shred by shred, devouring him clean.

Give Cheng Daqi a handle, he could make Gru pinch his nose and become his partner.

Give Cheng Daqi an opportunity, he’d dare to press Gru’s neck in negotiations and extract every last bit of juice.

So, there’s a reason pride is one of the seven deadly sins.

“Mr.

Gru, have you thought about what you’d like to do after retirement?”

His opponent was already a fish on the chopping board, and now Cheng Daqi wouldn’t press too hard; if he did, the fish would jump and run away.

He initiated the oil extraction process through a scenario-guided casual chat.

You want a peaceful retirement too, right?

“Maybe I’ll buy some land in the hills.

Build a couple of wooden houses, run a small farm, live a self-sufficient life until one morning I don’t wake up.”

In stark contrast to his sinister soul, Gru surprisingly harbored an idyllic vision for his retirement.

A killer cop, yearning for a secluded life in the woods.

“In the animal kingdom, after the old lion king is driven out of the pride, he wanders the savannah alone, then either starves, falls ill and dies, or gets torn apart by hyenas.”

An ordinary officer, even after leaving frontline leadership, could live off a decent pension and lead a typical retired life.

But you are different, Mr.

Gru; you are no ordinary cop.

In Hua Country, there’s a saying, ‘Thunder and dewdrops are all gifts from sovereign, floating through the rivers and lakes is already a great fortune,’ which roughly means: the thunderstorms in the sky are gifts from those above; managing to bring one’s family back to a state of security is already a blessing from heaven.

“Mr.

Gru, do you think you’ll have the chance to retire peacefully once you lose your power?”

Gru’s retirement plans were strange, but they perfectly allowed Cheng Daqi to play along in that direction,

It was a simple tactic, turning the diagnosis concrete and scaring the patient with metaphors.

It’s a favored approach of quack doctors, but for Gru at that moment, it was fitting.

Simple tricks for a complex man, I wager you don’t have the guts to leave me.

“Chan, stop!

First, tell me what you can do to solve my current trouble; I won’t cheat you on the compensation.

I know how big a mess I’m in, and I understand that you want to take a hefty bite out of me.”

See, he’s panicking!

Cheng Daqi wasn’t the one with a blade against his neck, feeling the cold edge.

He wasn’t in a hurry, but Gru couldn’t wait; he was truly desperate!

After tugging with Cheng Daqi for so long today, he had already knelt down verbally; Gru truly didn’t want to be dragged around by Cheng Daqi anymore.

Back when Cheng Daqi was at a disadvantage, he could gain the upper hand through tugging.

Now that Cheng Daqi was on top, Gru felt like he was sitting on pins and needles!

He was a highly ranked cop, but chatting with Cheng Daqi was just as painful as hell!

You can’t win; it’s utterly painful, truly painful!

You can’t win with quirks, you can’t beat him with strength, you can’t compete with his looks, and in the end, you must be instructed by Cheng Daqi on how to get through the rough patch.

Gru felt melancholy, contemplative of the bitterness and unpredictability of life.

“There are four plans, divided into two categories, based on the premises.

First, let’s establish the premise.

Are you willing to be Niusen’s dog?”

To Gru’s proposed work-now-pay-later cooperation model, Cheng Daqi had no qualms.

He wasn’t afraid in the slightest that Gru would break his word.

At this moment, he was Gru’s god!

“That shouldn’t be difficult; I should be able to do it.”

In the game of power, being a dog is actually the norm; not everyone can stand on their own.

In every era, the self-made are always a minority.

Cheng Daqi’s rise from nothing was through leveraging others; Gru’s was through boundlessly evil acts.

Throughout history, most so-called self-made men are not truly ordinary folk; they have some form of backing, more or less.

“Mr.

Gru, have you ever been someone’s dog?”

Cheng Daqi’s solutions were tied to his own path; he had to confirm Gru was up to the task, to avoid getting burned himself.

“Chan, that’s not a very proper way to ask, but I can tell you, I was a regular officer for seven years, worked at Niangniang Temple precinct for twenty years, and for over a decade I was suppressed by the precinct chiefs there.

When I got a slightly higher position, Tonks became my backer.

That old dog thought he was backing me, isn’t that funny?”