Wu Changyun rubbed his eyebrows, as if there was a ball of sorrow that could not be dissolved and had turned into an unbreakable filth. He was speechless facing Fushun, because the other party seemed to understand everything, but chose the most wrong answer.
Wu Changyun was determined to scold him and wake him up, not caring about the face between friends, otherwise he would not change at all when he saw him next time.
"You bastard, what am I telling you? You want to destroy other people's families, right?"
Fushun was a little panicked after being scolded. He didn't expect Wu Changyun to be so angry.
"Oh, is it as serious as you say? What's with the family being ruined? I just want to make some money."
"Is it that serious?"
Wu Changyun questioned, "Do you know how many people left their hometowns for what? There are three things in life that cannot be used to make money."
"Food, clothing, and shelter." Wu Changyun counted with three fingers.
"Hehe, you're the one saying this." Fushun also found it a little funny.
"Do you know when people become rich in food and clothing? That's when landslides, tsunamis, plagues, and people's consciences have been eaten by dogs. Look outside, the world is peaceful, but it's people like you who make it impossible for others to live in houses."
Fushun lowered his head, speechless.
When he was young, he had seen this with his parents: hungry people looked like skeletons, and every house on the street had its doors closed, as if people were separated by different worlds.
"Don't talk about things that don't exist. Don't you understand who I am? Am I that kind of evil person?"
Fu Shun pointed at his nose and asked. He knew that he was a little wrong, and he just wanted Wu Changyun to understand that he was not a bad person by nature, and it was not him who made these decisions, but this era.
"You understand shit! There are so many people out there who don't want to make money. You want others to understand, and they want others to understand too. You don't put a penny of the money you earn into your own pocket. Have you ever thought about those people?"
"Wu Changyun, why are you pretending to be a saint? We all know each other well. I just want to ask you today, what exactly do you want to do?"
Fushun was very annoyed. He had been tolerating Wu Changyun because he was in the wrong, but now he had to fight for himself, not to prove that everything he did was right.
It's just that he didn't want to appear cowardly in front of this friend with whom he had been at odds for many years, let alone admit that he was wrong when they were both angry, and then completely hand over the decision-making power to the other party.
"What? I want you to confess to everyone what you are doing."
Wu Changyun's words awakened Fushun from his dream. There was no turning back. He still had many owners and friends behind him. If he were asked to stop speculating in real estate now, many people would not agree.
Fushun gritted his teeth and paced back and forth in the room.
"Wu Changyun, you want to force me to death."
"No one forced you."
"We have been friends for so many years, I just want to ask you one question, do you believe me?" Fu Shun asked.
At this moment, Wu Changyun really wanted to say, I believe you, but Fushun would feel at ease and continue to live his self-righteous life, going further and further on the road of harming others.
"Forget it, let's go. Remember what I said, don't lose your conscience. Hurting others will eventually hurt yourself."
Wu Changyun left after saying this.
Liang Jiahui was very surprised. He didn't expect Fushun to have this side. It sounded like he had a sense of mission for his country and family, but he also sincerely felt that Wu Changyun was doing the right thing. Although it sounded alarmist, his words revealed an unwavering attitude.
"I think what you said is right."
"Thank you."
Calm down, Wu Changyun murmured in a low voice.
Arguing with your friends is not a pleasant thing. Wu Changyun always doubts afterwards whether he has done something wrong or whether he has pushed his friends too hard.
Or maybe, they just made some small mistakes in human nature, and there is no need to hold them accountable. I am not a perfect saint, and I will make similar mistakes, but they are just to the extent that they harm myself and not others.
Wu Changyun looked up at the sky. If he hadn't come from another time, perhaps no one would know the answer.
The two drove away. Wu Changyun knew very well that he didn't want to come back here to see that stubborn man for ten days or half a month.
In recent days, in addition to some wealthy people who have set their sights on the soaring housing prices, Ashin, who originally rented a house in a nearby community, has also become concerned.
Ashin didn't want to be like those rich people who had plenty of money, so he did some calculations.
If he had 200,000 yuan now, he could buy a property. According to the current rate of house price increase, he would earn several thousand yuan every day even if he did nothing.
This business is a sure win no matter how you look at it.
As a poor man, Ashin also planned to join this crazy feast, so he borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from relatives, and added the money he collected from various mortgage lenders, and finally he made the down payment.
Ashin is not a crazy person, he has calculated the account carefully.
Although the interest rate on his loan was relatively high, he could still keep up with the current rate of increase in house prices.
As long as the price increase continues for another week, even if the housing prices stop rising, he can stop in time and repay the money he borrowed in advance, saving some money.
With this idea in mind, Ashin also bought a property in the community.
That day, Ashin walked out of the apartment door with his new key, and he would take the initiative to say hello to the neighbors he met.
Because of the recent rise in housing prices, everyone was in a good mood and willing to chat with this energetic-looking young man.
"You're back. What have you been busy with lately?"
A neighborhood lady suddenly asked.
Ashin was taken aback, but subconsciously replied enthusiastically: "I've been busy with business lately, flipping houses."
"Flipping the house, this is good."
The aunt gave Ashin confidence and encouragement.
After the old lady walked away, Ashin began to talk to himself again, thinking seriously about whether there were any logical problems with what he had just said, and whether it would cause trouble for his future community life.
Was what he said a bit too much? It was indeed bragging to a large extent. He was not the kind of big boss who did real estate business. He only had one property, which he had pieced together by himself.
But on second thought, Ashin felt that if he studied this industry seriously, this might become a good opportunity.
Thinking of this, Ashin kept giving himself confidence, because that rich man didn't start from scratch.
At this moment, he saw a group of people gathered in a corner, seemingly discussing something in secret. Ashin felt that he needed to go and find out what was going on, but he didn't dare to rush over.
So he carefully kept his distance and stood straight not far from the corner.
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