Chen Rou said, "Of course we win. There are occasional ties, but not because we're bad, but because..."
She looked at Yue Zhongqi and said, "You always say that winning is enough, and you shouldn't always win. The wisdom of our ancestors is that you should always keep something in reserve and not reveal all your secrets. You should try to confuse your opponents and sometimes hold back."
It's true, just a few cans of beer. Is he drunk or dreaming?
Not only do they win every day, but they also deliberately throw the game to make it a draw so that their opponents don't lose face.
Yue Zhongqi thought to himself that life from now on would be unbelievably wonderful.
Chen Ke had only taken a few sips and was definitely not drunk. He grabbed the other person's hand and said, "Captain Chen, slap me."
He added, "Hurry up and hit me, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Chen Ke didn't hit him, but Chen Rou didn't hold back and pinched his shoulder. Immediately, Yue Zhongqi shrugged and said, "Ouch, ouch!"
But then he said, "I'm not dreaming, it's real! We can really do it! How can we?"
They cannot imagine now how powerful their next generation will be when the economy improves and there is sufficient funding, leading to a qualitative change that results in a quantitative change.
This doesn't seem real at all; it's more like a drunken fantasy.
Yue Zhongqi even wondered if he had already died in the Philippines; this was his dying fantasy.
But what Chen Rou said was precisely his strategy and his understanding.
Soldiers must be tigers, generals must be wolves, and battles must be won, but in war, deception is never too much, and deception is the most important.
The key to remaining invincible is to always keep your most powerful weapons hidden, so that your enemies cannot figure out your strengths and weaknesses.
Of course, human greed is endless. Yue Zhongqi kept asking when, where, and what kind of military exercises were conducted. He was shameless; he wanted to participate and even used cheat sheets to answer.
But Chen Ke certainly couldn't let him ask any more questions, because Yue Zhongqi was drunk and his voice was getting louder and louder. All the other customers had left, and the boss was about to close up shop. He was glaring at them, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
He helped Yue Zhongqi up: "Let's go home."
Yue Zhongqi hadn't drunk much; he was blinded by the joy of victory: "No, let me ask again."
Chen Ke got angry and simply picked him up and carried him: "You're so talkative, hurry up and leave."
Yue Zhongqi then remembered something else: "No, no, the bill hasn't been paid yet. I'll treat you to this one."
Chen Rou handed the shopkeeper a HK$100 note and said, "Alright, alright. You always get drunk when it's time to pay the bill. Every time, we end up paying anyway. Let's go."
No way, so how stingy will he be in the future? He'll be doing pretty well, but he won't even be willing to treat someone to a bowl of braised pork knuckle noodles.
He wished time would slow down tonight, and he wished Chen Ke wasn't so strong that he could carry him away.
He had so many questions to ask, and he wanted to ask even more so that today's happiness could continue.
He was so happy.
Of course, he was happy, and so was Chen Rou, doing whatever they pleased, as they pleased.
But Nie Zhao suffered a lot. He was sleeping in his son's crib tonight when he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He looked at the clock and it was four o'clock.
He really wanted to call his wife, but he was afraid that she might be asleep and wake him up.
But he was still worried, so he called the hotel to ask the front desk if his wife had gone upstairs and gone to sleep.
Imagine a junior receptionist receiving a call from the company's super-big boss—isn't that a ghost story?
Luckily, Chen Rou came in just then. Otherwise, if the receptionist said that his wife hadn't come at all, wouldn't that have been an even bigger ghost story?
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