My American magical life
Chapter 411 - 411 51 We are certainly a couple!

411: Chapter 51 We are certainly a couple!

411: Chapter 51 We are certainly a couple!

(My brothers, you must read this chapter slowly, as my friend who studies Marxist philosophy and Chinese philosophy and I have researched and written it together.

There should be no significant issues with the philosophical logic in this chapter—feel free to discuss the intricacies of the arguments, but the overall content should be fine.)

‘What is your purpose?

Is it just?’

This question had already strayed far from the realm of everyday conversation and was more akin to a clash between the spirits of two idealists.

It was essentially asking, ‘Who are you?

Where are you going?’

And such a self-evaluation of a person never has a standard answer, so Cheng Daqi’s response couldn’t be considered wrong no matter what he said.

A materialist answer can be the truth, and so can an idealist answer, but Cheng Daqi’s response was neither materialist nor idealist—he was an idealist who revered pragmatism.

“I might want to go to the docks for some fries?

This question is too difficult to answer, I haven’t figured it out myself yet.

People are divided into the ‘ego’ and the ‘id’ in their consciousness.

I can’t distinguish how much of my own subjective consciousness is rational and how much is irrational—my ‘id’ is still in a vague state.

Little Zhao, if my ideals and expectations were known to me, would I still be mired in confusion and limitation?”

Cheng Daqi’s answer was probably as tall as a three-story building.

Zhao Hongjin pondered for a long time before responding.

“So, you’re just walking on the road, unable to see where it ends, right?”

CEO Cheng felt that he should have some wine right now, this feeling was too marvelous.

“The premise of ‘knowing you’re lost means it’s not too late’ is knowing where the destination is.

But our understanding is limited to our own worldview and the human shell.

When facing others, including just now, I can encourage you ‘not to worry about failure before you act.’

This is a pragmatically valid methodology in the dimension of practice, and its effectiveness coexists with its helplessness in self-resolution.”

Zhao Hongjin wiped her mouth.

This meal had given her a headache.

“Think it over during the practice, Daqi.

I can’t give you the answer.

Your distress seems to be trapped in an idealistic dilemma.

Yet, your path of inquiry is materialistic, in both your understanding of difficulties and your mode of thought.”

“The world is knowable, my objective existence and consciousness are part of the knowable world.

Therefore, from the perspective of positivism, my ponderings are not a rut.

What I see is an endless road, a road without an end or an answer.”

“From the perspective of materialistic epistemology, you’re on the right path.

Understanding itself is an infinite process, without an end.

But if you place great importance on the goal and yet struggle with the answer, my advice is still to act first.

The most authentic inner feedback can only be gained through practice.

Clearing the mind and seeing true nature requires a foundation of practice—practice is the only source of knowledge.”

“But I still want Ai Guobei to go to jail, and now I’m back in that spiral.

Can the negation of negation negate itself?”

Cheng Daqi’s words were utterly ridiculous, mere sophistry.

Little Zhao chose to end the conversation.

Such a tiresome man!

“Brother, I flew over ten thousand kilometers to come back, then you pulled me to your company to be a mascot, and now you’re dragging me into reciting scripture.

Spare me, please.”

“Ah, perhaps these things are not what I should care about, but I just can’t get around them.”

Since his rebirth, Cheng Daqi had been pondering what kind of existence he truly was.

This thought had troubled him for a long time.

Sometimes he found some balance, but soon, the equilibrium he had just established would be shattered by something.

The repeated rebuilding and collapsing made him weary, so he preferred to numb himself with work.

But after seeing Zhao Hongjin, these thoughts began to surface again—no one but her was someone he could confide in.

“Daqi, you’re not unable to get around it, you simply want Ai Guobei to be locked up.

I can see that you understand all of this, but you don’t want to admit it—you are avoiding facing your true self.”

Opening the car door, Cheng Daqi said with a smile,

“Rather than torment each other, let’s give each other a break.

No need to chant anymore, Miss Zhao, please get in the car.”

The girl with peach blossom eyes had to admit, CEO Cheng had a multitude of tricks up his sleeve; he always found ways to keep himself in check.

“You’re still avoiding.”Zhao Hongjin said seriously.

Sigh, Cheng Daqi sighed in his heart.

Little Zhao was like one of those stubborn kids who kept shouting ‘rebound’ during an argument, but she meant well.

Of course, Zhao Hongjin meant well.

She and Sun Dongxin, without prior agreement, both advised CEO Cheng to be forgiving, which was kindly intended.

Her help in exploring Cheng Daqi’s heart tonight was also out of goodwill, and her insistence on reminding CEO Cheng not to evade was also well-meant.

Just as she initially thought, Little Zhao knew she couldn’t do much, but she could be there for Cheng Daqi, and if he ever went wrong, she could serve as a reminder.

Two heads are better than one, as the saying goes.

“Aren’t you tired?

The passenger’s seat can be adjusted, lie down and rest for a while.”

CEO Cheng: Sister, let’s drop it, please.

“I’m not tired.

Can you talk to me about why you want to avoid it so much?”

Zhao Hongjin couldn’t help but be curious, as CEO Cheng’s past impression had been overwhelmingly strong, strong in every aspect.

Yet today, in her conversation with Cheng Daqi, Zhao Hongjin discovered CEO Cheng’s vulnerability.