When asked this by Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't it a good thing that everyone can have a better life?" she asked as a matter of course.

"But..." Mu Xingzhi's expression was very complicated. Su Qingluan felt that he must think that she was just daydreaming. "Even if Qingluan can think of a way to make everyone... well, 'get rich together', why should they trust you? If they trust you and suffer losses, how will you bear the consequences? And..."

After being asked a series of possible questions, Su Qingluan's expression changed from shock to dullness, and finally a little depressed: "I... just think that if everyone's life gets better and there is extra food, the winter will be easier..."

She spoke vaguely, but Mu Xingzhi understood the unfinished meaning in her words.

"Although Qingluan is in a humble position, he cares about the world, which is really rare." He sighed softly.

"The world?!" Su Qingluan felt her cheeks flushed from the compliment. "It's not that exaggerated. I'm not as great as Mr. Mu said."

What's with "caring for the world"?... She herself was embarrassed when she heard it, and she just wanted to show off her five-story house with a small garden! She just wanted these lovely neighbors in front of her to not freeze to death in the cold winter!

Mu Xingzhi smiled and shook his head: "Don't you see how many merchants are so greedy for money that even if they have millions of gold, they won't share a penny with others, let alone if there is any way to make money, they will probably keep all the data for themselves."

At the end of his words, a hint of cold smile appeared on his lips, but it disappeared so quickly that no one noticed.

Su Qingluan didn't notice the subtle change in Mu Xingzhi's expression. She just pondered his words and looked at him after a moment: "But this isn't a long-term solution, is it?"

"How do you say that?"

"Merchants are obsessed with profit, and there are almost no constraints. This naturally leads to the concentration of wealth in the hands of a few people..." She thought about how to explain the "Gini coefficient." "As a result, ordinary people will naturally become increasingly poor, to the point where they can no longer bear it..."

Su Qingluan paused and spoke in a lighter tone: "What will happen if even 'survival' becomes difficult for people..."

Of course they would flee, resist, and... riot...

"In short, I think it is impossible to live a good life if you only want one person to live a good life. Only when everyone, or the majority of people live a good life, can everyone live a good life, right?" If you want to isolate yourself from the overall environment and "keep yourself safe", it is simply impossible.

Even those hermits who live in seclusion in the mountains will occasionally come down to buy some daily necessities to replenish their supplies. To put it more extreme, if the world were to end, even if you were to hide in the Himalayas or the Mariana Trench, it would be impossible to survive alone.

...Although these two places are not places where people can live, Su Qingluan silently complained in her heart.

"But, the rich and powerful have servants to protect them, and ordinary people are no match for them." Mu Xingzhi turned his head to look ahead, "Not to mention..."

He didn't say what came after "what's more", but Su Qingluan thought about it and knew - ordinary wealthy businessmen have landowners to protect them, and ordinary people can't resist them, so what about the corrupt officials who squeeze the people's money?

Even further, what if... they encountered a tyrannical and incompetent ruler? What would the defenseless people do then?

Su Qingluan knew that the answer to this question was simple enough to just flip through some history books. However, considering there were no Qin and Han dynasties, nor Tang and Song dynasties, she could only borrow the ancients' conclusion: "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

As for what "water" is and what "boat" is, it depends on how the person who hears this sentence sees it.

Su Qingluan knew Mu Xingzhi was a smart man. He didn't need to be too explicit when he said many things. Judging from his expression, he must have understood the meaning of her words. He was also very tactful. Even if she occasionally said something out of place, he would either pretend not to hear it or make a joke about it.

Never before had the smile on Mu Xingzhi's face completely disappeared like it did today.

But she was just expressing her feelings casually, but she felt that the other person's gaze on her suddenly became... serious, even solemn.

Did she say something weird?

Su Qingluan didn't know that in his opinion, these views could almost be regarded as "common sense" in the world she lived in. Looking back at the feudal dynasties from the other end of the long river of history was a completely detached mentality and perspective.

So she felt that she was just chatting casually, and it was not much different from an ordinary chat - after all, in her previous life, even at the dinner table in the kebab shop, there were people who were "well-versed in history and present times and had a broad mind, right?

But she completely forgot how "shocking" her insights and remarks were in the eyes of Mu Xing, who was "in the thick of the matter" - and not just the kind of "shocking" at the level of etiquette and law.

Su Qingluan's mood improved after she finished speaking. She saw that Mu Xingzhi had withdrawn his unblinking gaze and had regained his gentle smile while speaking, looking very graceful.

Su Qingluan felt that the serious expression before was as if she had imagined it.

But since the other party didn't say anything else, she naturally wouldn't take such trivial matters to heart. Although there was no immediate solution to the "joint prosperity" issue, this outburst also relieved a lot of emotional pressure, and Su Qingluan said she was in a good mood.

So, in order to thank Mu Xingzhi for being her free emotional counselor, when they arrived at her doorstep, Su Qingluan asked, "I picked all these mushrooms fresh. Would you like to share some?"

Mu Xingzhi was not polite, so Su Qingluan took the opportunity to carry her sister into the house and brought out a small bamboo basket, half of which was filled with mushrooms for Mu Xingzhi.

The sound of a kitchen knife hitting the chopping board came from the kitchen. It was probably Yang who was busy and didn't notice Su Qingluan coming back. Su Qingluan saw that her mother was busy, so she didn't say anything.

After getting her own backpack back, Su Qingluan saw Mu Xingzhi holding the small bamboo basket safely in his arms, and then looked at his lazy look with his long hair loose. She couldn't help but think of the nursery rhyme "The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms" and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Mu Xingzhi looked over, his face full of questions, implying: What are you laughing at?

Su Qingli quickly shook her head: "I just thought of something interesting." But she did not explain. After all, the other party must have never heard of that nursery rhyme.

Seeing that she had no intention of explaining, Mu Xingzhi did not ask any further questions. He nodded and said goodbye, turned around, turned the wheelchair, and slowly left.