Chapter 563: "Ambiguity with Distance" Makes People Happy
Dana's treatment is on track. She's gradually acclimated to the scent of mugwort, and her condition is improving.
Pattaya's tourism industry is gradually recovering, and Mr. Charon is busier than before. On Sunday morning, he talked to me about Dana's situation, expressed his gratitude, and finally said:
"Mr. Wan, I'm sorry that you can't go out because of the epidemic. So, I will invite some friends to come over for a dinner party.
You are a very important guest at today's outdoor dinner, and I have a small request."
I smiled and said, "Go ahead."
"Can you join in and make a Chinese dish?"
Seeing that I didn't express my opinion immediately, he added, "We have all the Chinese seasonings and tools you need. No matter what dish you make, it will be a great honor to me."
I smiled and said, "Sure. I'll make a boiled fish."
Chalun clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you." Then he told the servant to call the Chinese chef who cooked for us.
The chef came, I explained the situation to him, and he left.
Chalun stood up, clasped his hands together, indicating that he had something to go to the company for, and then left.
Everyone got up, Mrs. Chalun, Sasha and Chunlai went to give Dana an acupuncture, and I went back to my room.
Since the treatment plan was changed, my life has become regular. I rest in the morning and work in the afternoon. I usually check WeChat first thing in the morning.
WeChat allows me to stay connected with my family, work, and friends every day. It's like a scholar who knows everything about the state without leaving home.
So, whether it's that the art club run by Xiaolin and his two companions has opened, that Black Tooth Dog has been imprisoned, that Old Fang's stones are still selling well, that my brother-in-law has recruited staff, etc., I know everything.
Even the road in our He Village has started construction, and there are pictures and videos.
Back in the room, I opened WeChat and looked at today's messages. There were two most important ones, one of which was from Mingzhi:
"I was accepted for the position of Deputy Director of the Office yesterday. I'm here to share the good news with you, Master. Thank you for your concern and guidance. I'll thank you in person when you return to China."
I wrote a few words of congratulations to him, then changed the subject and asked him to visit my parents more often when he had time.
I knew they had to give me something, and it would be great to give it to my parents. Making them happy would be much more valuable than just receiving any gift.
The other message was from Tan Shaojie, who told me that the photo "Picking Up Gold" had won first prize in the National Spring Photography Competition.
Shaojie is a cultured person, so I was inspired to write a few lines of doggerel to express my congratulations. After thinking for a while, I wrote:
Nearly half a month after leaving Shangzhou, I suddenly heard that a young hero had won the laurels. For thirty years, I have honed my sword, the fragrance of plum blossoms emanating from its source amidst the bitter cold. I lament my limited talent and find it difficult to submit my works, so I send my best wishes from three thousand miles away. When the forests are painted in all their glory, I will return to drink with you.
After writing it, I felt it was passable, so I sent it.
After a while, I received Shaojie's reply:
Meeting a remarkable man in Xizhou, Yuzhen showed me the way. Autumn comes with a fiery crimson, the plum blossoms a true fragrance, the mountains red. Talented and truly capable, I traverse the oceans with ease. Returning, I long for a reunion, where we can drink from golden cups of fine wine.
After reading it, I wrote: Dacai, I will come back soon and have a drink with you.
After reading WeChat, Qing Ruo called me. After the call was connected, I said, "Let's talk on WeChat."
"I'm afraid you haven't checked WeChat, so I'll ring the bell first."
Then, Qing Ruo sent a WeChat message: "Are you working?"
"No, in bed."
A symbol of a hammer hitting the head was sent from the other side.
"I'm really in bed, sitting on the bed and reading WeChat."
"Mr. Chen requested that Bainiao Lake open for trial operation in September. I object. What do you think?"
"I don't know what a trial operation means. Does it mean opening the store and trying to receive tourists?"
"yes."
"That won't work. The purpose of a trial run is to let some tourists come and experience it, and then test which links and areas need improvement. Is that what Mr. Chen means?"
"Yes, we just try it out, find out what's wrong, and make improvements."
"Trying to let tourists experience it is the same as a trial marriage."
"I don't understand. Just give me a reason. We need to discuss it this afternoon."
"You don't understand, let me teach you. Trial marriage means dating for a few years, living and eating together. When it comes time to get married, men don't feel the novelty anymore.
This is the same thing. First, let some tourists experience it, and they're bound to find flaws. Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. By the time the place actually opens, the flaws will already be known.
No matter how hard you try, people have preconceived notions and the results are very poor. So, it's the same as a trial marriage.
People who try out marriages don't necessarily end up getting married. If a woman lives with someone else for a few years and then the man doesn't want her anymore, then the potential for further love is diminished."
"Master, I understand what you're saying. Now, I just want you to give me some advice so I can refute Mr. Chen. Or, please give Mr. Chen a call."
I wrote:
"My suggestion is to have an internal trial marriage. Mr. Chen's suggestion is also correct. Let's run it first to find out the shortcomings, and then let people within the company experience it in batches and stages.
"Family members won't lie. After the experience, we'll organize a discussion. We'll gather feedback and make changes where necessary, cuts where necessary, and additions where necessary."
There was silence over there for a while, only the image of the pen writing continued. I guess she was writing a long paragraph.
Sure enough, it took a long time to send it:
"Try it internally first (followed by more than ten thumbs-up symbols). Master, I just thought, if you can break through it, it's just a piece of paper, but if you can't break through it, it's like a mountain. Why can't I think of it, but you can?
I really hate myself for being so stupid. Sometimes I hate myself so much that I want to bang my head against the wall. But when you encounter any difficult situation, you always seem to be able to come up with an idea effortlessly.
"Don't bang your head against the wall. It makes you dumber."
She sent a series of symbols of a hammer hitting the head.
A little while later, another text message came: "Really, I feel like I can't live without you now. I really don't know what to do after we get married. Why should I bother you every day?"
"Marriage is easy. Find someone with the surname Fang."
"Why are you looking for someone with the surname Fang?"
"A little more than Wan, which means having more ideas than the surname Wan."
Another string of hammers came crashing down. Then a paragraph of text followed:
"You always talk nonsense."
"If you're too serious, your thinking will be limited. People who laugh and joke around have more ideas."
"Thank you for the good idea. Don't stay abroad all the time. The beauties in Upstate are actually pretty too."
"Well, I like it when you talk like that. Okay. I'll come back and see you more."
Having written this far, I can't help but complain a few words. Some readers have read too many conceptual books and demand that the protagonists be noble and perfect, and be out of touch with this world.
Sometimes you call me a "scumbag", sometimes you call me "not a Taoist at all". Those who study Taoism are all "hypocritical", but you, the protagonist, are always so dishonest.
What I want to say is that life is hard, and unhappy things happen to me nine times out of ten. What's wrong with me being a scumbag for a while and having fun for a while?
If you learn to be as "scumbag" as I am, your life will be much more interesting.
Especially when dating a lesbian, it is better to be a bit of a scumbag. Let her feel that someone likes her, and she will dress up before going out and live a more energetic life.
Scumbags are not to be feared, as long as they are scumbags in moderation. What is to be feared is people who are never scumbags but are full of bad intentions.
This is called "ambiguity with distance", which makes others feel "happy".
Well, that's all I have to say. I can't offend all my readers, lest someone get angry and say they won't read your book anymore. Wouldn't that mean I wrote this book for nothing?
After chatting with Qingruo, Chunlai came in.
I asked, "How is it?"
“Things are much better today,” he said.
"What day is today?"
"Mr. Chalun's family is having an outdoor dinner this weekend."
"No, today is the seventh day. Every seventh day brings changes. She is finally getting better."
Chunlai reacted and said with a smile: "Oh, next time the teacher asks me, I must think more before answering."
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