With Wang Zhian's extremely lewd laughter, all the projections stopped.
Wang Zhian cut off everyone's projected call, still lingering on He Xiangu's slender figure, his mind elsewhere, wanting to try out He Xiangu's "amazing" and "pretentious" things.
That feeling must be incredibly enjoyable.
Old Wang coughed and smiled, "Today is a perfect day."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhian instantly switched from a casual to a serious demeanor, nodding and saying, "Yes, what we fear most is not their rebellion, but their unbridled fighting and destruction in the city. Each of these supernatural-level experts is equivalent to the destructive power of hundreds of bombers. A city that took decades to build and complete could probably be completely demolished in a day and night if they fought with all their might."
Old Wang shook his head: "The city is secondary."
The city was completely demolished, resulting in significant losses, but what Mr. Wang cared about more was the city's residents.
Cities can be demolished and rebuilt, but people cannot be brought back to life after they die.
The people are the foundation of the nation. Old Wang hoped that Wang Zhian would understand this principle and advised him, "You should learn from Xiao Zong. What you think about, he has never thought about."
Wang Zhian's eyes flickered: "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm saying you've misunderstood something," Old Wang said, slamming his words into Wang Zhian's face. "We have a huge population in Dongguo, over a billion people. So you think one life, ten lives, a hundred lives, a thousand lives are worthless? You once wanted to lead a war against Japan out of your own anger, thinking that a few deaths didn't matter, that one general's success was built on the bones of ten thousand. But do you know why Xiao Zong insisted on uprooting the Ghost Alliance that was targeting him?"
Wang Zhian suddenly raised his eyes: "Because the Ghost Alliance touched Xiao Zong's sore spot, they shouldn't have attacked the people around Xiao Zong?"
"That's one reason, but what else?"
"This... I can't think of that."
"And also because of eighteen fellow country girls, and two fellow spirits!"
Old Wang sighed, “If Xiao Zong accidentally kills someone, at most he will take care of the other person’s family and kowtow a few times at their grave. But if someone like Thanos accidentally kills one of our people, he won’t care what the other person’s reason is and he will kill them all… He values the lives of his compatriots less than yours because he doesn’t link the lives of his compatriots with his interests. He values the lives of his compatriots more than yours because he doesn’t link them with his interests!”
Zhi'an, you're too focused on personal gain, do you understand?
“This…” Wang Zhian lowered his head, his whole body going numb.
Even without looking up, he knew that Old Wang was watching him, and he knew that his actions had never been hidden from his godfather's eyes.
He looked up and, quite casually, opened Fang Zong's video call.
"What are you doing?" Fang Zong was still sitting in the restaurant, beating up the drunken little yellow cat.
Wang Zhian licked his lips: "Did you know that Chenjia Village produces a lot of spiritual herbs?"
"I know." Fang Zong straightened his expression.
He didn't particularly care about spiritual herbs, but they were related to his parents.
The father and mother absorbed the power of the City God and the Earth God. Instead of focusing on cultivating and increasing their lifespan, they thought of their son and painstakingly used their power to cultivate more spiritual herbs.
He tried several times to persuade them but failed, so he had no choice but to let his parents do what they wanted.
Wang Zhian suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times, his forehead a bloody mess: "According to the rules, I should give you 90% of the pills made from the spirit herbs, and pay 10% as tax. Because of the shortage of pills, I only ensured that Dragon Valley School had enough pills to use, and I didn't send the rest to you. I broke the rules, and I'm begging for forgiveness. If you forgive me, I'll continue drinking, chasing girls, gambling, and scheming against my enemies. If you don't forgive me, according to the rules, I will suffer three cuts and six holes. You choose!"
Old Wang was startled. He just wanted his godson to be an upright person, but he didn't expect Wang Zhian to be so straightforward. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiao Zong, I already knew about this. Give me some face. Zhian is just an ordinary person. He would have died with one stab."
Fang Zong: "..."
It's no big deal, what are you guys doing?
Fang Zong was well aware that the Ghost Killing Team had a large number of members but limited supplies of pills. Besides, in addition to pills, the Ghost Killing Team provided his school with a large amount of other supplies.
Li Xiaoran had mentioned the elixir to him, and his reply was simple: treat it as an exchange.
Who knew today...
"Old Wang, Brother Zhian looks like a woman today!"
After sending out a single sentence, Fang Zong hung up the call.
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