A life of success begins with being a landlord.

A-Ping slapped me, looking shy and embarrassed: "Brother Zu, stop it, I can't hold it in anymore."

"What's it to you if someone can't hold it in? Let them wet their pants."

I smiled, led A-Ping towards the restroom at the end of the corridor, pointed to the door, and asked, "Did you bring any toilet paper? Do you want me to pick a couple of leaves for you?"

"Keep the leaf yourself."

Aping pulled a stack of tissues from her small bag, shook it triumphantly, and turned to go into the restroom.

I lit a cigarette and waited outside.

Dao Zixiong called again.

When I saw the incoming call number, I couldn't help but tense up.

To be honest, I really dislike Dao Zaixiong now, but I'm also somewhat wary of him.

"Good morning, Xiong-ge." I answered the phone anyway.

"Hey bro, where are you?"

Dao Zixiong chuckled, looking quite well: "I have something I need to trouble you with."

"Brother Xiong, I'm in the new development zone, helping a friend find a job. What can I do for you?"

"Looking for a job? What's the big deal? Just tell me, I can find any job you want!" Dao Zai Xiong laughed, then suddenly lowered his voice:

"By the way, Director Song sent me a letter saying that the paperwork for our Peninsula Slope plot is not yet complete. Could you please send our documents over to Director Song for a look?"

Director Song?

I understand now, this is Director Song trying to help me by giving Daozixiong a warning!

"Okay, Xiong-ge, I'll go back this afternoon."

I agreed, and then added, "I'm having lunch with Awen to discuss some things, so I won't be able to go back for the time being."

"Ah Wen? He's just a kid, what are you talking to him about?" Dao Zai Xiong asked, puzzled.

"Brother Xiong, Awen's all grown up now." I smiled.

"Brother Xiong, you don't know, Awen is really good now. His writings are getting published in magazines, he's a small-time writer. Today, I arranged to meet a famous writer to chat with Awen. Maybe Awen will become a famous writer someday, and that would make Brother Xiong proud."

Dao Zixiong was stunned, clearly unaware of this matter.

After a moment, Daozai Xiong laughed and said, "Brother, I'm so relieved that you're keeping an eye on Awen for me. Make sure Awen does a good job, stays on the right path, and doesn't follow my example!"

Damn, you know you're not on the right path?

After hanging up the phone, A-Ping had just walked out of the bathroom.

I looked him up and down, then grinned mischievously, "What's wrong? So nervous about job hunting that you peed your pants?"

"It's all your fault, and you still dare to say that?"

A-Ping nudged me with her elbow, her face flushed, and whispered, "Last night... you were like a hungry wolf, tormenting me several times, so that's why..."

Damn, is this my fault too?

Physiologically speaking, not being able to hold your urine has nothing to do with that kind of thing, right?

I was indignant and about to argue my point and share some basic hygiene knowledge when Liu Haomei called to say that Awen had arrived and asked me to go to the door to meet him.

I shrugged and took Aping to pick up Awen.

"Brother Zu, you're here too?" Awen was both surprised and delighted.

"You bastard, of course I'm here. I'm treating the famous writer to dinner today, so I'm asking him to give you a hand."

I shook my head, speaking in a mature tone: "I've worried myself sick over your future. If you become successful, you must take good care of me."

"How much older are you than me? By the time I've made it big, you'll be meeting the King of Hell too."

Ah Wen rolled his eyes, then sized up Ah Ping: "What, another new girl? Pretty hot!"

I patted Awen on the shoulder: "Little brat, you're not even fully grown yet, what do you know about being hot?"

In my eyes, Awen is still a virgin and doesn't know how to appreciate women.

"She's beautiful and has a great figure."

Awen was very unhappy with what I said and deliberately retaliated against me, pointing at me, Aping: "Beautiful lady, this Wang Yaozu has many women, he changes eight a day, don't be fooled by him."

Aping smiled and nodded: "Thank you for the reminder."

We strolled around the printing factory until 10:20, when Liu Haomei and Teacher Qian came out.

There are also small bars in the newly developed area, and we asked for a private room.

I'm quite interested in Liu Haomei's editor; I'd like to hear her insights into this era and society, hoping she can offer guidance to us lost young people.

After a few rounds of drinks, Teacher Qian started talking, discussing the past and present, and indeed showed some talent.

Many of these insights were new to me.

Even topics that might be considered embarrassing, such as those between men and women, were discussed boldly by Teacher Qian, and some of her remarks were quite surprising.

"This is the best of times, and it's getting better and better; there is hope everywhere."

Teacher Qian, with an air of confidence and ambition, declared: "You have been fortunate to live in this era. Cherish it, seize the opportunity, and strive hard. You will all be trendsetters and the pride of our time..."

Awen and Liu Haomei listened with shining eyes and admiration.

I pondered for a moment and said, "Teacher Qian, but I always feel that young people nowadays are very confused, unable to find their own path, and feel very powerless."

Teacher Qian looked at me: "Are you confused and powerless?"

I nodded: "You could say that. For example, my friends, they can't see a future in regular jobs, they can't make money through pyramid schemes, and they don't even dare to rob people..."

"Who gave you permission to work for a pyramid scheme?"

Teacher Qian shook his head and smiled: "Young people need to find the right direction. It's okay to mend things after the fact, but you can't go in the opposite direction. Let me ask you, what do you consider the standard for success?"

"Make money, make lots and lots of money." I was very direct.

"This view is one-sided. True success is to gain both fame and fortune, and then establish virtue and words to gain social recognition."

After taking a sip of wine, Teacher Qian suddenly made a startling remark: "If all you want is to make money, that's too easy, just like eating and drinking."

I paused for a moment, then picked up my glass and stood up: "Please, Teacher Qian, teach me how to make making money as easy as eating and drinking. Cheers!"

Making money isn't that easy! I think Mr. Qian is drunk and just bragging!

Teacher Qian remained calm, drank a glass with me, ate a bite of food, and then asked us, "How many kinds of professions do you think there are in the world?"

Liu Haomei laughed and said, "There must be hundreds of professions, right? The ancients said there are 360 ​​trades."

I nodded: "The current occupational classifications are much more detailed, there are definitely more than a few hundred, there should be several thousand, even tens of thousands."

Liu Haomei and Awen both nodded repeatedly.

Teacher Qian smiled without saying a word.

I laughed and said, "Teacher Qian, did I say something wrong?"

"You're completely wrong. You've only seen the surface, not the essence."

Teacher Qian put down his chopsticks and revealed the answer: "There are only five professions in this world!"

Just five professions?

We looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"Yes, just five professions."

Teacher Qian sighed: "One type is a robber, who says, 'This road is mine, leave your toll'; the second type is a thief, who takes what he can; the third type is a prostitute, who sells her beauty; the fourth type is a swindler; the fifth type is a beast of burden..."

Upon hearing this, A-Ping lowered her head to drink her tea, her face slightly flushed.

Liu Haomei was also a little uncomfortable, after all, she had worked for Bobo before, although she hadn't started working there yet.

"The 360 ​​or 720 trades you see are all derivatives of these five industries, or combined or overlapping professions."

Teacher Qian spoke eloquently: "I know you don't believe me, but I'll give you an example... Look at the magazines and TV these days, selling all kinds of height-increasing insoles, health products, and traditional Chinese medicine secret formulas... They're all scammers. They can make a fortune just by sitting at home, it's much easier than pyramid schemes."

And then there are those so-called entrepreneurs who steal other people's patents and imitate other people's products; they are thieves.

Local bullies who control most of the resources and don't allow others to interfere are just bandits...like that Daozi Xiong from Sanlichuan..."

Upon hearing this, Awen looked at Teacher Qian with embarrassment, speechless, her pretty face flushed red.

He probably never imagined that he would be caught up in the gossip about his third uncle.