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At the wedding of Tycoon, it was anything but a simple affair; most of the time, it was just a display of envy.
The wedding car was a Bentley, not overly extravagant, but the convoy consisted of ninety-nine identical Mercedes vehicles, which felt excessive. It was said that the wedding planning company had gathered all the available cars from the surrounding city to meet the count of one hundred, symbolizing a hundred years of harmony. The reception was even more lavish, featuring a tower of ninety-nine glasses where guests had to stand on stools to pour Bordeaux wine worth thousands per bottle, delivered straight from the vineyard. Not to mention, the catering was handled by renowned chefs from the city, and even the candies offered to guests were custom-made chocolates with the couple's wedding photos printed on the wrappers.
The banquet unfolded amidst the guests' envious whispers and gasps. The little angels collecting red envelopes were sweating profusely; these weren’t just envelopes but thick bundles of cash. The main host was a familiar face from the city’s television station, whose appearance drew a chorus of boos. As for the feast, it was modeled after a traditional Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, featuring one soup, six meat dishes, eight vegetarian dishes, and four desserts—168 dishes in total, aptly named "A Journey to Prosperity," making for a perfect twenty courses.
As for the seemingly mismatched newlyweds, no one found it strange anymore. Everyone was engrossed in discussing Mr. Sun's rise to wealth—how much he made from demolitions, how he profited in the stock market, and how he earned from real estate. Men were jealous while women envied him, speaking as if they would gladly marry him if given the chance.
Unlike those crowding around Mr. Sun and Dai Qiongshi, Xiao Mu had returned to his usual self. He drank cup after cup until his eyes turned red and his expression grew somber. His closest friend understood him well and quietly said, “Mu, try to lighten up; I’m feeling pretty shaken too.”
“Can our shocks even compare?” Xiao Mu replied lazily. Glancing at the Ruhua nearby and their class flower companion, he felt a pang of nostalgia at their smiles.
He understood that look of longing all too well and whispered back, “I can bet you’re imagining this scene… Can you see Class Flower being stripped bare by Ruhua and then unleashed in full beast mode to humiliate her?”
Xiao Mu shot a venomous glare at his friend’s sour expression and retorted maliciously, “Wrong! It’s me who’s indulging in fantasies about humiliating her.”
“Oh? Well then you’re quite normal—just like me… Damn she’s so alluring; I could get hard at any moment,” his friend consoled him understandingly.
This time Xiao Mu truly lost his temper. He grabbed his friend’s cheek and stuffed an entire chicken nugget into his mouth, angrily shoving another piece in while cursing, “Can’t you have some standards? Is it so shameless to covet someone else’s woman? If you’re so bold, why don’t you just go for it? Pathetic.”
After stuffing and slapping him twice more, he stormed off in anger, leaving his bewildered friend behind. Guan Xiangdong noticed this commotion and hurried over to see what had happened. Seeing his friend in such a predicament, he asked in surprise, “What’s going on? Is there really a need to fight over food here?”
His friend was also irritated; he spat out a chicken nugget and wiped his mouth indignantly. “Mind your own business! My family is poor; I need to eat more! What does that have to do with you? Get lost!”
Guan Xiangdong also got annoyed and sought out another spot. However, he sensed something was off and began searching for Xiao Mu. He knew that Xiao Mu had liked Dai Qiongshi back in school; while abroad, he even asked him to look for her whereabouts. Who would have thought it would lead to this outcome? Moreover, he understood Xiao Mu's temperament—despite appearing soft-spoken, when provoked, he could be far more ruthless than any woman with a vengeful heart. After all these years, it wouldn’t be surprising if he dared to make advances on the bride as well.
After searching around and asking several staff members, Guan Xiangdong unexpectedly discovered that Xiao Mu had gone up to the rooftop. He hurriedly chased after him, and as he stepped out onto the observation deck, he was momentarily touched by the scene before him.
Xiao Mu leaned against the railing, lightly holding a wine glass. As he turned his head, there was an indescribable sense of loneliness and melancholy about him. Guan Xiangdong quickly approached and asked with a smile, "Mu, why are you standing here alone?"
"It's cool up here," Xiao Mu replied casually, turning back to look at the bustling wedding scene below.
Guan Xiangdong chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer. Their relationship wasn't as close as it used to be; it was limited to their rebellious attempts during high school. He apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Mu. I let you down. Back in college, I only knew she was at East China University of Political Science and Law. I tried to find her once but didn't run into her... But honestly, even if I did find her, it would have been too coincidental. She might not even remember you."
"It's fine, what are you talking about?" Xiao Mu tried to brush it off.
"Come on, who doesn't know? The sweetest memories are those early romances before adulthood. Besides, you never even dated her; that probably makes it even better," Guan Xiangdong joked. "Did it hurt you? Life is just like this; look at me—I’ve studied hard for so many years and faced countless exams and interviews just to land a job. Honestly, I'm far from where you are. By the time you're forty, you'll be able to take over the family business while I might still be single."
"Do you know? I actually envy you."
"You envy me?"
"Yes. You’ve carved your own path while I’m still stuck in my father's shadow. You know what my father's biggest wish is now? To raise me to be a Master like him."
Guan Xiangdong laughed softly, feeling both sympathy and helplessness. The closer people are to each other, the more pronounced the gaps can become—a kind of irreparable flaw born from self-love. The result is often that those we love the most end up getting hurt the deepest.
As an observer, Guan Xiangdong saw things clearly. He changed the subject and said, "Stop thinking about that. By the way... we just ran into a beautiful woman! Your charm hasn't faded since back then; she mentioned that one of her friends has an interest in you and wanted to test the waters."
"Well, she’s got the wrong person. You guys are just troublemakers; who knows how you’ll spin this?" Xiao Mu laughed in response.
"That may not be the case. If a man isn't bad, a woman won't love him. If you really want to flirt, we can't compete with you," Guan Xiangdong said with a smile, inadvertently adding, "By the way, it's a female police officer. You haven't done anything wrong, have you?"
Xiao Mu paused for a moment, puzzled, and asked, "What could I have done? Are you saying that someone is inquiring about me, and it's a female police officer?"
"Yes, Lezi let it slip. He talks about everything. But I feel like she has ulterior motives; she said a few words and then disappeared," Guan Xiangdong replied. With the sensitivity of his profession, he scrutinized Mulin Shen and politely reminded him, "Mu, we've been old classmates for many years. Can you listen to my advice?"
"Of course," Xiao Mu smiled, knowing what was coming next.
"Don't get involved in anything excessive. That fool Lezi worries me; I feel like he's bound to get into trouble sooner or later... We're no longer the rebellious youths we once were. Parents can cover for us for a while, but not forever... I'm not trying to be harsh; I work at the prosecutor's office and often deal with many cases—economic, criminal, civil—you name it. My biggest takeaway is that people need to live seriously and honestly. Don't challenge certain boundaries. No matter how strong an individual is, compared to a country or a system, they are too insignificant," Guan Xiangdong said earnestly as he looked at Xiao Mu, afraid that he might not understand his concern.
This was a true friend, worried that Xiao Mu's actions might one day lead him to an irretrievable situation. Xiao Mu smiled and pulled him close, softly saying, "Thank you, Guan Guan. Although you're quite a buzzkill, it's also quite rare."
"As long as you understand. Let's go attend Ruhua' wedding; don't ruin their mood... By the way, you gave her the nickname Ruhua. Speaking of which, you're really not a good person; more than half of the nicknames in our class were created by you."
"You remember that so clearly? It means I was quite successful."
"Hearing your tone, it seems you still hold a grudge against Sun Qinghua. Just because he succeeded and married the Class Flower you once liked doesn't mean you should feel hurt."
"You've got it wrong, Guan Guan. In this unlikely romance between an ugly man and a beautiful woman, anyone among them—or even others—could be hurt; I won't be."
Xiao Mu squinted his eyes and spoke meaningfully before walking away. Guan Xiangdong was left momentarily stunned, feeling that this statement seemed very reasonable and quite insightful.
However, with all the splendor and beauty before them, who would care about what might happen in the future?
The wedding banquet continued until the lights began to dim. Xiao Mu drank until the guests dispersed and took the last car leaving with them. Growing up in a family of chefs and immersed in wine and indulgence from a young age made it seem like getting drunk was an extravagant wish for him; the more he drank, the clearer his mind became. Old memories that usually eluded him came flooding back like a burst dam—impossible to stop.
He had always suppressed his impulses, the kind that made him want to confess to the Class Flower he had admired for over a decade. However, there was a crucial condition lacking for this to happen: back then, the Class Flower was surrounded by boys, and he wondered if she even remembered this bad boy. Many were pursuing her, including passing notes, intentionally bumping into her on the way home from school, and even stalking her to create more encounters. Many found joy in this pursuit.
Looking back now, it seemed like a ridiculous old story. Yet, during the toast between the bride and groom, Dai Qiongshi brought it up. She pointed at Xiao Mu in surprise and said, "I remember him! The handsome guy from your class in middle school... He used to hide outside my house waiting to give me a bouquet of roses."
She said this while linking arms with Sun Qinghua, who was flushed from drinking and excitedly asked, "Is that true? Young Master Mu pursued you... What happened later?"
"Later, my dad chased him away," Dai Qiongshi laughed, and the guests erupted in laughter.
Xiao Mu felt awkward as he clinked glasses with them. All he could smell was the fragrance from Dai Qiongshi and the heavy scent of alcohol and body odor from Ruhua. Used to teasing women, Xiao Mu felt shy like a young boy. Dai Qiongshi seemed to sense something as she finished her drink and gave Xiao Mu a gentle smile.
Was it an apology? Was it awkwardness? Or perhaps a hint of the shyness from her youthful days?
"Damn it, how can someone want to play both sides so well? Everyone is like this; clearly insincere yet pretending to be genuine... Damn it, Fack... bull... spit."
Xiao Mu got out of the car and wandered around the neighborhood for a while. When he felt his empty pockets, he abandoned the idea of finding someone for pleasure and headed home.
The only benefit of the economic lockdown was that Young Master Mu's visits to entertainment venues had decreased significantly. With his finances tight, he couldn't keep relying on his friends for fun. Even so, Young Master Mu still owed quite a bit of money. For someone who spent money like water and had just realized how hard it was to earn money, this was akin to a disaster.
There it was at the entrance of the building—property fees were due, and those who hadn't paid were listed.
Xiao Mu ignored it as he took the elevator upstairs. He thought that after a few more days, those wicked property managers would cut off water and electricity. It seemed life was not far from hitting rock bottom.
But the more desperate things became, the more spirited he felt. Xiao Mu hummed "Can I Hug You?"—a song he learned from Pyramid Scheme's hangout—singing it with a mix of melancholy and bravado as he staggered along, feeling both terrible and relieved.
Indeed, why worry? Whatever comes will come; if soldiers arrive, we’ll fight; if water comes, we’ll bury it in dirt. If I owe fees, my dad will pay them—what's there to be afraid of?
As he stepped out of the elevator, a figure suddenly appeared at his doorstep, startling Xiao Mu. He froze for a moment, thinking it might be someone from the property management demanding payment. But as he took a closer look, he couldn't help but smile.
The man was thin, with a middle parting in his hair and a pale complexion that bore a hint of illness. Without a smile, he looked rather sinister; when he did smile, it became even more unsettling. This was not someone who would boldly confront you about fees; rather, he seemed like the type who might unexpectedly strike you down with a brick.
Xiao Mu recognized him and smiled back. The man returned the gesture and politely asked, "It seems my appearance hasn't surprised you much. Aren't you curious how I got up here?"
"Is the police's privilege really that strong?" Xiao Mu scoffed. It was too easy for the police to come here; those damned property managers were most afraid of having the police show up to cause trouble.
"No, no, no. I rarely use my identity as a police officer, and I hardly ever employ police skills. Even if I'm here to see you, it's not in my capacity as an officer."
It was Shen Lingchen. He said this with a smile, and if Xiao Mu had known him even a little better, the shock he felt would have been considerable. To appear so intoxicated yet still sharp-minded was not something just anyone could manage.
"However, I've had too much to drink. Let's talk another day; I'm really not in the mood," Xiao Mu said as he fumbled for his keys, feeling somewhat disinterested.
"Five minutes. If after five minutes you still find it uninteresting, I'll leave immediately and promise not to bother you again," Shen Lingchen said as he stood beside him. Seeing Xiao Mu looking at him, he added reassuringly, "If you really don't want me to come in, I can come back another time."
"Come in then." Xiao Mu invited him inside. In his current state of melancholy, he didn't even have the energy to get angry. He opened the fridge; having been away for so long, it was empty except for some ice cubes. He grabbed a few and poured himself a glass of water before lazily settling onto the sofa. "I say, Officer, you’re not trying to trick me into becoming an informant again, are you? Can't you all just leave people alone? It's tough enough for criminals to make money while risking arrest. In any social structure, the most despicable aren't those criminals but those who set the rules yet ignore them or even place themselves above them. And those who gain benefits through illegal means—actually, you lower-tier officers and criminals are just two poor souls; what deep-seated hatred do you have that makes it necessary to fight each other to the death?"
As he sipped his water and made this statement, Shen Lingchen found himself momentarily speechless. It was true; this guy had been provoked and had an already skewed worldview shaped by years of exposure to bourgeois liberalism—what kind of oddity could emerge from that?
Shen Lingchen took a seat and shifted the topic. "I'm not here to trick you; I'm here to consult you... Let me introduce myself: I'm Shen Lingchen from the Suzhou and Hangzhou Criminal Investigation Brigade, Deputy Political Commissar."
This seemed to have some effect; Xiao Mu eyed him sideways as Shen Lingchen understood that this outsider probably didn’t recognize ranks or positions. He placed a DV camera and a smartphone in front of Xiao Mu and politely said, "Help me take a look at this person. I know you're studying Abnormal Psychology; this is a rare specimen of a psychopath—you probably won't find another like this anywhere else."
"Oh? This sounds interesting! Who is it? I haven't heard of any strange cases in Binhai," Xiao Mu replied with a smile, suddenly intrigued.
Shen Lingchen calmly pressed the record button on the camera and introduced, "This is You Bisheng, who has been the director of Binhai since the founding of the country. No one has had a bigger reputation than him among all his predecessors. He's an old rogue—guilty of theft, rape, assault, public disturbances, organizing prostitution, and being part of the Black Society. Half of his life has been spent in crime and the other half in prison. Even during his time in prison, he managed to drag two prison guards down with him."
"Haha... Is that so? Let me see... Right, I remember this guy! I heard about him back in school; he was an idol for a group of rebellious teenagers like us. Any little punk who had connections with You could walk the streets with swagger... Come on, let me take a look. This is a true idol! Wow, he's so stylish? He wouldn't even need makeup for a crime film," Xiao Mu exclaimed, intrigued and naturally forgetting their five-minute agreement. He leaned back on the sofa, watching the confession of this legendary rogue with bright eyes, genuinely excited to see an idol.
He watched intently, pausing several times to rewind key moments. After half an hour without moving, Xiao Mu wore a contemplative expression until his interest waned, and he slowly set the device down.
"It seems like he didn't mention anything that piqued your interest more?" Shen Lingchen chuckled.
"Of course! A tiger in a cage loses its wildness; it can't be called a tiger anymore. Besides, he's begging for pity from you all," Xiao Mu replied.
Seeing through the fierce exterior to this layer beneath was enough to astonish Shen Lingchen. At the very least, it was much better than his two apprentices present at the scene. Regardless of his fierce demeanor or seemingly stubborn refusal to confess, it couldn't hide his will to survive; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought up Widow Ma and Mourning Hair.
"When he was discussing Widow Ma and Mourning Hair, do you think he was lying?" Shen Lingchen asked deliberately.
"There’s no need to lie; it should be true. His refusal to confess is merely a delay tactic—just struggling for breath. Anyone can face life and death; only someone like him cannot," Xiao Mu stated.
"Why is that?" Shen Lingchen asked curiously.
"Belief and conviction are not exclusive to ordinary people; criminals have them too. For example, those motivated by revenge might disregard life and death; those who are utterly ruthless might not care for their own lives; those whose motives stem from control might also view life and death lightly. Having some form of belief can diminish fear... But most crimes don't reach that level; most are driven by greed—for money, for women, or even just for some thrill. For them, crime is a means rather than a mode of practicing belief. Therefore, they fear punishment; simply put: they fear death," Xiao Mu explained as he spoke freely under the influence of alcohol, theories buried in his memory bubbling up like burps.
His evaluation of You Bisheng dropped several notches, aligning perfectly with Shen Lingchen's judgment. However, while police intuition differed slightly from this perspective, Shen Lingchen took out his phone and slowly placed it on the table before Xiao Mu. "Listening to you is more enlightening than ten years of study! Now let me show you... a criminal pattern driven by ambition and belief that I still can't comprehend."
Curiosity and competitiveness were inadvertently stirred up by Shen Lingchen's words. Xiao Mu picked up the phone and began examining the recorded details of two Theft Cases seriously. Before diving in, he cautiously asked Shen Lingchen, "I say, boss, this isn't classified information, right? Don't put me in a bind."
"Hehe, simply put, two items belonging to corrupt officials were stolen two years ago; it's already become a cold case. What’s classified about it? The police station knows about this; it's already turned into a joke," Shen Lingchen replied with a smile.
After a few intense minutes, Shen Lingchen realized that the rumors were indeed incorrect; this young man was certainly not useless. At the very least, his sensitivity to crime surpassed that of most police officers. The many frowns on his face indicated points that only seasoned detectives could recognize as difficult to crack. Shen Lingchen found himself quietly growing fond of this young fellow.
After a long while, Xiao Mu hesitantly set down the documents. This time, it was not out of boredom but rather a furrowed brow and an uncertain expression.
"Are you looking for a connection between You Bisheng and this case? But You Bisheng was already in prison at the time of the incident," Xiao Mu said.
Shen Lingchen smiled and countered, "Do you think this direction is correct?"
"I wonder if it will be useful?" Xiao Mu chuckled.
"Of course it will be useful. It's hard to find a confidant in life. This case has been sitting for a long time without anyone taking it up. I just returned to duty and was seconded from Binhai City Bureau. I fear that pursuing this direction won't convince my superiors," Shen Lingchen replied.
"Then you should insist on it. The direction is correct; this is definitely not a case done by a wandering rascal. Just think about how difficult it would be to achieve the goal if you put yourself in the suspect's shoes: First, you need accurate information; you must know what treasures are hidden in the leader's home. Second, you have to put in considerable effort to ascertain the exact residence; at the very least, you need to figure out the patterns, otherwise, it would be impossible to do so quietly without any mishaps. Third, even if you can get into the apartment building, those security doors and insurance cabinets are two significant hurdles—only a professional could manage that... You want to find out the general channels for selling stolen goods from You Bisheng and dig for potential informants among these people, right? Because based on the case situation, one can conclude that the thief is an experienced hand who must have his own little gang hidden deep within; they should already be rooted in Binhai... Selling stolen goods in another place is actually just a ruse; it's a local job," Xiao Mu articulated Shen Lingchen's intentions with clarity.
"It seems I've found a kindred spirit," Shen Lingchen said excitedly.
"Haha, that's nonsense; you're lying," Xiao Mu immediately pointed out, emboldened by the alcohol. "You're good at lying, but you're not good at using smiles; your expressions and words are not in sync... Your smile looks as fake as a suspect denying their guilt."
Shen Lingchen's face stiffened for a moment before he burst into laughter, pointing at Xiao Mu and saying, "Impressive! You've caught me."
"This kind of smile is natural," Xiao Mu chuckled. "I say, Commissioner Shen, right?"
"Deputy Commissioner Shen."
"Regardless of your title, it's no use seeking me out; these are things you should be able to see for yourself. Not just you—most police officers can do this with their professional sensitivity. As for me, I'm actually a giant in theory but a dwarf in action; I can't really help you."
"No, you've already helped me a lot. At the very least, you've given me a great deal of confidence. I'm just an ordinary graduate from a police academy, and I haven't really learned much about criminology or psychological theories. Right after graduation, I was handed a police uniform by the organization and pushed straight into my position... It's impossible to think from the perspective of a suspect; in that regard, you're much stronger than I am."
"It seems like you're trying hard to find my strengths? I'll bet you can't convince me. Studying psychology is just blowing smoke and bluffing; that's my field. Another aspect of psychology is prying into others' minds. I feel like I've caught a glimpse of your thoughts—do you believe that?"
"I don't."
"Then let me tell you this: you just returned to duty, and something must have happened that left you disheartened, causing you to seriously distrust your comrades. This is evident from your attitude towards You Bisheng; but you're unwilling to accept it, just like a suspect who has hit rock bottom, preparing for a comeback... Just as this case arises—a cold case, a mystery case, and a sensitive one at that—if you can't crack it, it would only add insult to injury. It can't get much worse than it is now, but if you can solve it, you'll give all those who look down on you a resounding slap in the face, right?"
Xiao Mu's adrenaline surged as he once again tapped into his knack for reading people's minds. Shen Lingchen, however, remained composed and asked, "What else?"
"Well, that's simple. To tackle something like this, you need to penetrate deep into the underworld. With your identity, that's impossible. Similarly, with your position, you can't maintain effective informants. So you're looking for an alternative route—finding a stranger's face and figuring out how to send them into the underworld as your eyes and ears... Then working both overtly and covertly to trace this trafficking channel?"
Xiao Mu spoke faster and more smoothly as he continued; once his thoughts flowed freely, he felt closer to the truth. He noticed the surprise in Shen Lingchen's eyes and felt a sense of pride.
After a while, Shen Lingchen finally snapped out of his astonishment. What Xiao Mu had said was exactly what he was thinking; he hadn't expected to be seen through so quickly during their second meeting. He solemnly gave Xiao Mu a thumbs up and said, "You're not just an insightful friend; you're practically a worm in my stomach."
"That's the fun of psychology—you can peek beneath every hypocritical facade to uncover hidden truths. But honestly, it's quite dull; after seeing so much of it, you'll start to doubt everything," Xiao Mu replied with disinterest. This so-called skill brought him more trouble than joy; compared to that, he would rather live life more carefree like Lezi.
"In Zhuangzi, there's a story about a drifter who invented Frostbite Ointment solely to spare drifters from suffering in winter. The Lu Merchant heard about it and bought it at a high price to present it to King Wu, which led to great achievements in the military and earned him gold by the thousands... Have you heard this story?" Shen Lingchen suddenly asked with a smile.
"You’re not the first person to advise me on this. Do you really think someone like me would be hired?" Xiao Mu chuckled as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the tattoo on his shoulder.
"You misunderstand me. I'm curious why someone as smart as you hasn't learned to leverage your own value to create even greater value," Shen Lingchen stated frankly. "I'm not flattering you; with your looks, skills, and charm, you could do very well for yourself—so why rely on your father?"
Xiao Mu was taken aback; he hadn't expected such an unexpected remark that resonated so well with him. He thudded his thigh with a crisp sound and pointed at Shen Lingchen seriously as he said, "For that line alone—my kindred spirit... Wait a moment; I have a bottle of good wine saved up. I'll share half with you."
Xiao Mu said as he sprang up, and after a moment, he found a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, the last of his collection. He twisted off the cap, excitement evident on his face, muttering through gritted teeth, "Damn it, I always thought of myself as someone impressive, but how did I end up looking like such a fool? It's only been a few days since I got back, and now I'm practically becoming a weirdo in the eyes of others with my study of Abnormal Psychology."
He was undoubtedly a person of strong emotions, completely genuine. His frustration, helplessness, and inappropriate thoughts made Shen Lingchen feel inexplicably close to him. As they drank together, they began to feel like old friends. With each sip, the barriers slowly faded away, and their relationship drew closer. However, Shen Lingchen felt the difficulty increasing because the person before him was not only sharp but also smarter than most. Someone like him could see through things completely; even if you tried to hide something, it would be impossible.
In other words, persuading him was no easy task. It was quite strange how someone in Shaanxi Province had managed to convince him to become an informant.
Even this small hesitation was noticed by Xiao Mu. He raised his glass with a mischievous grin and said to Shen Lingchen, "You're thinking about how to lure me onto your ship again? I consider you a friend; I can't just push my friends into a pit."
"No, actually I've received some information and wanted to help you solve a psychological issue. I'm hesitating because I wonder if I'm overstepping my bounds; it wouldn't be good if I made a fool of myself," Shen Lingchen replied politely, piquing Mulin Shen's curiosity.
Xiao Mu pointed at himself in surprise. "My problem?"
"Yes, your problem," Shen Lingchen nodded.
Xiao Mu burst into laughter and told Shen Lingchen, "If you can solve my problem, I'd be willing to do anything—become an informant or even a ladyboy!"
"Is that so? You said it yourself; the stakes are high. I'm actually thinking about it—if I win, how fulfilling would that be? Listen up; I'll use my experience to help you out, little buddy."
Shen Lingchen became energized, setting down his glass and looking at Xiao Mu with a sincere smile—absolutely genuine—and began speaking earnestly...
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