Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 122 A Good Nephew of China

Xu Jianjun turned and left the private room, saying he was going to order food for Ning Bishu.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhao Hu wisely followed them out.

The door to the private room was not closed.

A short while later, the waiter brought over a pot of tea and placed it in the middle of the table.

Ning Bishu stood up, poured himself and Ning Guorong a glass each, and sat down leisurely, saying, "Third Uncle, whatever you want to say, it's too late now. Human relationships are like investments. You can't chase after a stock price that's already high; once it hits the daily limit, who's going to sell to you? Right? If you want to buy, you have to buy when the price is low."

You might think a stock is worthless because its price is low and it can't go up; it's destined to be delisted. That's your judgment, and it's perfectly valid. But once the price goes up, you can't blame the stock market for being heartless, for not waiting for you, for not giving you preferential treatment, or for not letting you buy in to get back on the market. Don't you agree?

Ning Guorong looked at the teacup on the table, frowned, and couldn't say a word.

Ning Bishu continued slowly, "My dad does have personality flaws, I admit that. He's stubborn, concerned about his image but incompetent, likes to act like an older brother to you, and he's penniless. These are all objective facts."

But you're not being kind either. Why are you arguing with him? He didn't have much schooling, what kind of sense does he have? He dropped out of school in the second year of junior high to work as an apprentice in a factory. Back then, he only earned a dozen or so yuan a month, which he gave all to my grandma. Only then could my grandma have money to let you and my second aunt continue your studies. My mom even said she was blind to have married him.

I won't say what my dad has contributed to you, after all, you only have a few years of schooling. Even if my dad didn't contribute that little bit of money to the family, I guess my grandma would have had other ways to keep you studying.

But looking back, you guys are really heartless. My dad had a stroke and is in the hospital, and you all knew perfectly well that we didn't have a penny to our name, yet you didn't even offer to lend him some money to help him through this difficult time.

I just stood there watching that idiot doctor tell my dad to go home and receive conservative treatment. I was so damn angry! Did he only respond when I said something? He's had a stroke and can't speak, and they still tell him to go home and receive conservative treatment. They didn't say a word. And my aunt, a chief physician, whose husband is a university professor, actually told me to listen to the hospital doctors' opinions.

What could that doctor possibly have to say? He's just worried about my family owing to hospital fees, so he's trying to get rid of the patient as soon as possible. Anyway, no one's going to die, so it's none of his business, right?

So Lu Xun was right. Studying medicine won't save the Chinese people. Even if you become a doctor, ultimately, your first priority is to make a living, and secondly, you'll do your job half-heartedly until you've secured your own livelihood before you can even think about helping those in need or saving lives. Right?

“I never imagined your dad would end up like this…” Ning Guorong suddenly interrupted, “If I had known the consequences would be this serious, I definitely would have… done something to help!”

"No need, it's alright." Ning Bishu smiled and shook his head. "Third Uncle, actually you're not wrong either. In the end, it's our family's incompetence. I admit it. That doctor wasn't wrong either; he was just trying to protect himself from being dragged down by unqualified patients and their families. Everyone has their own difficulties. So..."

Ning Bishu took a sip of tea: "I'll do the same thing from now on. I'll do what I should do according to the rules of this society. I'll repay society in the same way it treats me."

I think this is good. Like right now, I am incredibly grateful for our world.

Look how beautiful it is!

A month ago, I was broke, even hesitant to buy a 25-yuan boxed lunch, because a 12-yuan fried rice with seaweed soup was more suited to a poor person. But now, look at me, sitting in this luxurious private room, a five-star hotel, eating whatever I want. When I see their boss, my first thought is, "Is he as rich as me?"

Ning Guorong couldn't help but say, "A-Shu, your thinking is too extreme..."

"I'm extreme?" Ning Bishu smirked. "Third Uncle, am I the one who's extreme, or is society extreme? As long as you're rich, nobody cares where you got your money. As long as you're rich, you're the boss!"
Even if you're an ugly bastard, people will surround you and praise your good looks. Even if you're illiterate, top universities will invite you to teach the smartest kids in China. Even if you're a criminal, some department will award you medals of honor, elevate you to the status of a representative of the people, and call you a model worker! Uncle, compared to this society, am I extreme?" Ning Guorong's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

At this moment, all the words I wanted to say remained unspoken.

For the first time in over thirty years, he realized that his nephew was actually quite knowledgeable.

Ning Bishu understood those sordid, unspoken truths better than anyone else.

"I just didn't have the chance before..."

Ning Bishu put down his teacup and gently exhaled a breath of hot air. "Third Uncle, I can do anything you can do. You're awesome not because you're inherently awesome, but because you just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You people are no less extreme than me."

"It's just that you're not as strong-willed as I am. You're afraid of what people will say, so you have to pretend. Pretend to be refined, pretend to be elegant, pretend to be polite. When a typhoon hits X prefecture, you all have to donate money and give a speech on stage. When workers say they want a raise, you all collectively turn a deaf ear. After decades of pretending, you've actually come to believe you're upper-class people, of high moral character, and role models for society. Uncle, do you really think you are?"

Ning Guorong frowned, feeling annoyed by Ning Bishu's teasing.

Ning Bishu suddenly smiled again: "But Third Uncle, I like this society, do you know why?"

Ning Guorong remained silent.

Ning Bishu didn't say anything either.

The two men had been competing for a full half minute when Ning Guorong finally couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"Because I'm rich now, hahahaha...!"

Ning Bishu laughed heartily, almost to the point of tears. "Third Uncle, the winner takes all! I won, so I take it all. I've taken it all, so how could I not like this world? I wish this world could exist forever, until the day I die, and still be the same as it is now!"

From now on, anyone who tries to change society will be my enemy! Anyone who wants to make money with me will be my friend. Anyone who tries to take my money, I'll kill them! I'll grind their bones to dust, throw them in a giant tank, fill it with cement, weld it shut on all sides, and send it to the Mariana Trench, strapping a two-ton iron block to it and sinking it!

"Third Uncle! Tell me! What exactly did you want to see me about today?"

"I..." Ning Guorong's face turned deathly pale. The idea of ​​selling the factory to his nephew for a bargain price of 2 million yuan to help him get ahead vanished instantly. "I am... I am your grandmother! I was thinking that next year, she'll be eighty years old, and it's her big birthday celebration..."

"Oh~ that's it?" Ning Bishu smiled, stood up and walked to Ning Guorong's side, placing a hand heavily on his fleshy shoulder. "It's my duty! I promise to make sure Grandma has a grand and lively celebration! We'll split it 50/50, you pay half and I'll pay half, okay?"

Ning Guorong, covered in cold sweat, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, of course, it's fine..."

(End of this chapter)