Those inside the house, hearing Guo Xunmin's angry voice from afar, craned their necks to look outside.
Li Xiangdong sighed again, "You're right about everything."
Guo Xunmin raised an eyebrow in surprise; he had thought Li Xiangdong would argue with him!
It must be said that Guo Xunmin is a true logical genius; there is absolutely no fault in the logic of his words.
Li Xiangdong even believed that what he said was completely correct.
However, some things are not simply a matter of being right.
Guo Xunmin is so assertive, so unabashedly focused on money, leaving no room for self-protection...
Li Xiangdong could only say dryly, "Only by blending in with the world can we last!"
"Like the light?"
Guo Xunmin smiled and said, "Are you reminding me not to seek special treatment?"
Li Xiangdong nodded.
Guo Xunmin countered, "What is special treatment? Does revolution involve special treatment? Does reform involve special treatment? Once reform succeeds, will special treatment simply become normalized?"
"If things remain the same for too long, won't someone need to come up with a special breakthrough?"
"How can we improve, advance, and break through if no one is given special treatment?"
Li Xiangdong was rendered speechless by Guo Xunmin's three consecutive questions.
Guo Xunmin is absolutely right.
However, those who seek special privileges to carry out reforms often come to a bad end.
For example, Shang Yang enacted laws, but was ultimately executed by being torn apart by chariots.
For example, Chao Cuo was eventually cut in half at the waist.
For example, an elderly person who was originally considered a perfect figure throughout history might find themselves subject to both praise and criticism after launching a revolution aimed at breaking the historical cycle...
Li Xiangdong hoped that Guo Xunmin would have a good ending, rather than committing suicide alone in prison by taking medication.
"Uncle Guo, I admit that what you said makes sense. But some things are best left unsaid."
Guo Xunmin didn't think he should be here listening to a junior preaching dry, high-sounding principles to him.
"Alright, Xiangdong. That's enough for today! Here's the agreed-upon 200,000. If there's anything else I can help you with in the future, just come to me."
Having said that, it's time to summarize.
What else could Li Xiangdong say?
Not long after Guo Xunmin left Lijiapo, 200,000 yuan was transferred to Lijiapo's corporate account.
Looking at that string of zeros, Li Xiangdong sighed again and again.
Time flew by and it was March 1990. Guo Xunmin's son, Guo Mingxin, hurriedly made a phone call to Li Xiangdong.
As soon as Li Xiangdong answered the phone, the person on the other end only said one sentence, and his heart sank.
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