"This is fucking terrible!"
He was a little annoyed. Yesterday, Wu Shuangxu only said that he was in Zuixianlou, but didn't say which table. How could he find him?
Fortunately, as soon as he entered the hall, a waiter came up to greet him enthusiastically: "Greetings, Master Wuji! The distinguished guest is already waiting in the private room on the seventh floor. Follow me!"
"Seventh floor!"
Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows. You know, there is only one private room on the seventh floor. Standing on it, one can have a panoramic view of the inner city of Jiangcheng. The price is ridiculously expensive. His bookstore has made so much money, but he is reluctant to book this private room.
This senior brother, it seems that his financial strength is a little too strong, right?
The guy took Ying Wuji to the seventh floor and left.
Before Ying Wuji entered the door, he heard the voice inside.
"Old Zhai! We haven't seen each other for years. You're so kind, brother. This table of food is worth a year's salary!"
"That's quite nice, but I can't drink today. I ate meat and drank alcohol every day for the past few days. The people in the guild said that I violated the 'frugality'. I have to be more restrained these days."
"What a bunch of crap this Mozhe Guild is. Why don't you just quit and just follow your brother!"
"Oh! You, the Yang Zhu lineage, have no pursuit at all. What's the difference between what you have gained and what you have gained as wandering ghosts? Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. How can you understand the pursuits and ambitions of us Mohists?"
"Stop pretending! Drink now!"
"Shaha... good wine! If you ask me, Zuixianlou has delicious food, good wine, and a great view. It has no other drawbacks except that it's expensive."
"cut……"
Ying Wuji pushed open the door and said with a smile: "Brother Zhai, have you ever thought that expensiveness is not the shortcoming of Zuixianlou, but your shortcoming!"
Hearing this, the two people in the room looked over.
Zhai Yun took a sip of tea and cursed, "Damn it! Can you not be so hurtful when you say things?"
Although he cursed, his emotions remained relatively stable.
Ying Wuji couldn't help but curl his lips. In fact, he had been coveting Zhai Yun's non-offensive field for a long time. Although this thing didn't have much lethality, such a large-scale artifact for persuading fights was really incredibly effective.
So he kept trying to critically attack Zhai Yun, but this old man had a very good temper. Except for the time when he came into contact with printing and used a non-offensive sword technique, his emotions never exceeded eighty.
Even the Great Li Porcelain King is helpless in the face of this kind of polymer ceramic piece.
Ying Wuji turned to look at the other person: "Big Brother, I have heard of you for a long time!"
He looked up and down at the eldest senior brother. The man was tall and strong, with a beard on his face, and his dress looked quite capable and generous.
"You're so polite!"
The eldest senior brother laughed loudly and poured a bowl of wine for Ying Wuji: "Ying Wuji, right? I have mentioned you many times in my junior sister's letters. Today, I read your words and found them very interesting."
Ying Wuji grinned: "You talk in an interesting way, Big Brother, are you from Qi?"
The eldest brother was stunned for a moment: "Huh? How did you know?"
"I can see it. It's too obvious."
"Is it so obvious to me?"
"It's so obvious!"
Ying Wuji smacked his lips. Only the people of Qi and Lu could use inversion sentences so skillfully.
He looked at Zhai Yun and said, "Big Brother, Brother Zhai, do you know each other?"
Zhai Yun smiled and said, "When I was young, I studied at the Jixia Academy. He entered the school a year earlier than me..."
After listening to Zhai Yun's narration, Ying Wuji roughly understood the relationship between the two.
The eldest brother was named Jiang Taiyuan, a member of a prominent family in the State of Qi. Because of his bad character, he was not liked by his family, so he was sent to the Jixia Academy. However, he was still a very poor student. He could not learn Confucianism and looked down on Mohism. He knew nothing about Law. In the end, he was driven out by the teacher of the academy, and ended up practicing Taoism secretly.
After staying in the academy for several years, he didn't have many friends, except Zhai Yun, who was his drinking buddy.
Jiang Taiyuan was nostalgic when he heard these past events. He raised his bowl and said, "I didn't know you knew each other until I arrived in Jiangcheng. Since we are so predestined, let's get drunk today!"
"good!"
Ying Wuji and Zhai Yun also raised their glasses.
Let’s not rush the murderer issue. Everything will be easy to talk about once we’ve had enough wine.
only……
Jiang Taiyuan stared at Zhai Yun's wine bowl: "Why are there so many fish left?"
Zhai Yun was embarrassed: "I really can't drink too much, otherwise I will definitely be scolded when I go back!"
Jiang Taiyuan couldn't hold it in any longer: "Your guild is shit. You've already reached the Transformation Realm, but you're still living like a pauper! No wonder the nobles don't join your Mozhe Guild. Life is so hard, you're driving people away!"
Zhai Yun was dissatisfied: "Is there anything wrong with saving money? If all the nobles were thrifty, there would be no more hungry people in the world. Giving back to the country will only make the country stronger, which is a good thing for the nobles. It's a pity that these people are short-sighted..."
Then came a series of incomprehensible words such as "governing for the people", "regardless of status", and "only the talented are promoted", and the private room was soon filled with a happy atmosphere.
Zhai Yun was a little depressed: "Brother Ying, do you think what I said is wrong?"
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Yes, and no!"
Zhai Yun asked curiously, "Why?"
Ying Wuji spread his hands and said, "The reason why the nobles feel happy is because of the feeling of being superior. Now that you don't allow them to be superior, how can they care about the country being strong?"
Jiang Taiyuan slapped his thigh and said, "Brother Ying, you are so insightful!"
The two men clinked their wine bowls and drank them all in one gulp.
Zhai Yun glanced at the two of them and silently drank a bowl of herbal tea.
"Stop being depressed!"
Jiang Taiyuan put his arm around Zhai Yun's shoulders and said, "Your Mohism was once a prominent school of thought, but after those countries became strong through Mohism, which of their nobles didn't want to kick you out? Look at your shaky state. If you don't change fundamentally, how long will it take for Mohism to be established?"
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