Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1179: Highly Unreasonable

This may seem a bit unreasonable, but that's because no one likes talking about it. When Ye Fengsheng and Song Jianjia had a serious conversation today, Qin Chaoyu felt it was quite unreasonable.

"It used to be better when there was less reasoning."

Looking back, reasoning is indeed good. Just like myself, before becoming the leader of the Qin State, I was at home in Jianghai City. Although it can be interesting, it doesn't command as much respect now. While this respect comes from status, didn't my demeanor change because of my status?

When grandfather was a child, he wasn't very kind to himself, but what he says now is very good.

If you have the ability, you must bear certain burdens.

He manages a Qin Family. There's a feeling of suffocation. Ye Fengsheng is adept at battling everyone. The burden on his shoulders is not light. He doesn't want to admit he has no way forward. Yet there's someone still in charge. Later, he discovers he's not alone. That feeling is always much better.

Suddenly, the head of the Qin Family, the one at the top, thought of this matter. Ye Fengsheng finished the tea in his hand. Mr. Qin hurriedly lifted the kettle to continue talking, only to hear Ye Fengsheng say: "No need."

Qin Chaoyu worried that Ye Fengsheng's recent missteps would upset him and hurriedly stood up to apologize, but Ye Fengsheng placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Don't be so constrained in the future."

Looking at Ye Fengsheng's beautiful face, her gaze inadvertently made contact. Qin Chaoyu seemed to recognize the lipstick on Ye Fengsheng's lips hadn't faded. She quickly turned her head, her face burning hot.

"Some people eat from a bowl, look at the pot, and think about what's planted in the field. But some are happy as long as they can eat from the bowl. Contentment is a good thing. You'll come to like it eventually.

Qin Chaoyu isn't too clear, so she always feels Ye Fengsheng has something to say, but doesn't dare to ask closely. She can only ponder it in her heart.

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Ye Fengsheng naturally understands a woman's thoughts, those who follow her won't be another Ding Zhen, yet there are things he still can't think of, nor dare to think.

This is just Ding Zhen's transaction. He positioned him to sit in Ma Sanpao's spot. He ensures that Jianghai City's gangs won't disturb himself and those around him. He's too excessive. The transaction he made initiated things. The responsibility naturally should be his, eliminating and preventing losses. That's the best.

If Qin Chaoyu were to do something extraordinary, Ye Fengsheng couldn't imagine what he would do or should do.

Thinking carefully, Ding Zhen is just a poor man who has never seen authority. Once he grasps a bit of power, he's eager to use it to exchange for opportunities to change his life, instead of learning how to truly master this power.

Unlike Qin Chaoyu, she grew up in the Qin family. What she's encountered, her vision, her identity, her status, her demeanor, all far exceed Ding Zhen's sudden rise. She can wield power herself, rather than being driven by authority like Ding Zhen. This might be an innate advantage of one's upbringing. It's also a distinction between a great family that can last centuries and the fleeting difference of nouveau riche.

After finishing tea, naturally it's time to go to work. After getting up, returning to the room to change out of national attire and putting on casual clothes prepared by Qin Chaoyu and Ye Fengsheng, she strides forth.

Learned from elementary school about etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame, studied ancient moral teachings, every article filled with: "Don't dismiss small good deeds, don't overlook small actions, I hide nothing from people..."

Elders at home taught "winning the seven-tiered butcher."

Due to his own identity and status, Ye Fengsheng has heard this phrase, but there's always someone who doesn't get it, "People aren't responsible for themselves," "Without poison, there's no husband" are their guidelines for behavior and work. As for what Ye Fengsheng learned, in their eyes, it's complete nonsense.

After the last shock, the tea house's second floor was completely renovated once. Due to Ding Zhen's strong momentum and a bit of a connection with Ye Fengsheng, the tea house has become one of Jianghai City's "three-no" zones. About seven or eight people held cups the size of a fingernail, with mouths hanging loose. Though not particularly tasteful, at this moment no one was tactless enough to utter a phrase: "Shed the bird flavor."

They were all summoned by Ding Zhen's call. They didn't state a reason nor ask what happened. Ding Zhen disappeared without a trace after the call. However, there's no way anyone will wait here long. Someone must have tried contacting Ding Zhen. Unfortunately, they all failed.

Years of blood-licking experience told them there must be something they're unaware of, worrying but not overly worried. After all, their community in Jianghai City currently holds a very high status, even far-right Su Jia can't compare. Last time

If Su Hongfang hadn't brought money to buy his life, they would chop Su Xingwei up and feed him to the fish in the river.

In the past, who dared challenge the Su Family?

They're all people who've crawled their way up and down the road. Now they have a name called Ding Zhen. Of course, they're tough-hearted with different identities and performances. Though under one person, they stand above many. No one is dissatisfied, nor does anyone think Ding Zhen is dissatisfied. But the less Ding Zhen shows up, the stronger their unease grows.

Among the eight, there are both strong people and robust ones. However, most of them prefer the faces of ordinary people. When they don't start, they maintain a kind appearance. They don't qualify to enter the tea house through skill alone. Since they can sit here, none of them are dimwits. When they're ruthless, there's no ink left, so none among them display mutual disdain.

The stories are all their own stories. No matter how much we hear about them, they can't compare to our own experiences. They've all mixed together on the road. Most things we've gone through aren't that bad. In recent years, we've seen more tough and cruel things. We don't need to think about how others live. We want to be the Great Leader under Ding Zhen. We have our own names on the road, brothers under our command, nothing happens that requires us to pack up ourselves. What's unsatisfactory about such a day?

This soft sound of footsteps reached everyone's ears, leading them to look at the young face appearing in their view. Three among the eight simultaneously turned pale, their eyes showing awe. They looked around, seeking a place to shield themselves.

As for the remaining five, from south, north, east of the city, only Ding Zhen and himself could understand. Now, when a fresh face appears, the first reaction isn't to ask who he is but to wonder internally if Ding Zhen intends to insert another to share Jianghai's profits.

What is the purpose of licking blood off a knife? Don't rush for money. Do you have any reputation? Otherwise, who would dare thrust their head in every day?

Don't walk with a belt. Are you afraid of enemies and justice?

However, a few turned to look at each other, but all were helpless. After all, if Ding Zhen truly wants to come in, they actually have no better way to resist. Now, their concern is whether Ding Zhen will place this person in their territory. If it falls on their heads, if this skinny and weak boy isn't smart, don't blame him for being ruthless afterward, when everyone leaves, will Ding Zhen crush them himself?

Several people pondered these things pathetically, but the young man approaching slowly spoke with a very cold voice:

"Within three feet ahead lies the Divine Spirit. If you casually go out, one among you could cause a disaster in Jianghai. If you gather here now, aren't you afraid the God will open His eyes and strike you down with thunder."