256 Jun Mo Xie’s prepares for the troubles ahead; Tang Yuan’s lofty Ideals. (2/2)
It would take many such experiences before the boy would turn into a real man.
It's only a thought… the world hasn't fallen from the grace of feelings. However, only those who don't willfully abandon are worthy of playing the game of life. People are never really ambitious. One rises above the others when he is unable to bear the suppression. A person only tries to climb when he feels a sense of loss upon being trampled.
Everything has a reason; and every reason can produce its own fruit.
One can't always rely on others for support in order to bear their pains.
Moreover, the hitman Jun was unlikely to intervene in the ways of the Gods.
[Admiration is one thing; assistance is another. I won't help you if you cannot endure your own pains. If you die, then you die. I won't pity you on your death if you can't stand up on our own. Even a good man is no exception!]
[After all, many good men die around the world every day.]
The Young Master Jun thought to himself, [I won't help him; I'm not a savior. Even if could save him… he will find no help from me.]
Tang Yuan was in high spirits as he came upstairs. His fat face reddened with excitement. He shouted, ”Huge profits. Insanely huge profits… wow… haha… I expected to make some money. But I never expected to make so much! I'm so happy!” Tang Yuan suddenly jumped up as he roared at Jun Mo Xie, ”Ninety million; a full ninety million! Ha ha ha…”
It looked as if Fatty was in a state of hysteria. The Young Master Jun had always considered this trait of Fatty's to be immoral.
[Money… is the original sin!]
Song Shang's face was somewhat gloomy; in fact, there was no trace of happiness on it. Song Shang's thoughts were poles apart from Fatty's; [It's near impossible to find such divine wine! Selling it off to these so-called ”Aristocrats” is a complete waste. How can one measure the value of such heavenly wine with mere money? Quantifying its value with money is nothing short of blasphemy!]
However, he wouldn't disobey since the Young Master had ordered this.
Dugu Xiao Yi was practically jumping with joy. It seemed as if the success of the auction organized by Jun Mo Xie was bringing her more joy than any success she could've achieved on her own.
”What?” Jun Mo Xie smiled at the Fatty, ”Your share in the profits is in tens of millions. So what do you wish to do with it?”
”What will I do with it?” Tang Yuan's eyes narrowed in contemplation. Then he magnanimously said, ”Yes, ah. Why not that! I've always had one dream growing up. But I never had enough to money to realize it. My Family would never give me so much money, and so I wasn't able to live this dream until now.”
Fatty sighed as a look of fascination flashed in his eyes. However, it was accompanied by a look resentment as well. Perhaps there as a look of relief as well, along with the joy of reaching closer to his long-cherish dream… and some nervousness as well…
”What's this grand idea? Tell me,” Jun Mo Xie couldn't help but show interest. Even though he asked casually, he really wanted to know what Fatty's dream was. Fatty Tang was as well-known as Jun Mo Xie when it came to certain socially-unacceptable activities. Though Jun Mo Xie wasn't particular interested in knowing the Fatty's long-cherished dream, he still couldn't prevent himself from getting intrigued by the dirty dream this Fatty had kept buried in his heart for so long.
These conflicting thoughts were indeed very strange.
”I've been thinking that… now that I have some money… and that money really belongs to me… lots of it actually… enough for me to…” Tang Yuan suddenly looked a bit sad. It seemed as if he was finding the room's atmosphere a bit oppressive. Dugu Xiao Yi was awfully fond of teasing Fatty. However, even she kept her mouth shut in anticipation while waiting for Fatty to get a bit more comfortable.
”… I visit the Spirit Fog Lake often, and each establishment has women who sell their bodies. However, the ones who sell their bodies are never concentrated at one place. Most women just sing and dance. They will keep throwing flirtatious glances towards me, and would indicate that they would be interested in doing the deed. However, they often decline even when I'm offering lots of money in return.” Tang Yuan smacked his lips. It seemed as if his mind was reveling in the aftertaste of a magnificent scene.
Everyone remained silent. Their faces were strangely contorted.
He was really worthy of being called a great debauchee. What else could expect of this Fatty's most cherished desire…
”I cannot bear the women who act in this manner and incite every man.” Tang Yuan seemed angry, ”They are prostitutes, and shall be ready to sell their body. However, some of them just hang a signboard and say that they are entertainers… and not prostitutes. I wouldn't have to hop form one establishment to the other if money isn't an issue, right? … Do these women really think of themselves as saints?”
Everyone still remained silent, but… the Fatty's words still seemed somewhat… reasonable.
”If it's not about the money, and they care so much about looking bad in front of the public… then they should just find a man and get married. Wouldn't that make their life more comfortable and secure? It absolutely would! These entertainers are prostitutes as well. I will bury them in silver, and see if they are willing to sell their bodies or not!” Tang Yuan's voice seemed to brimming with grief and indignation.