Chapter 621: 612_2
“Cut the crap!”
“Huh?”
Ling Rong’s red hair exploded instantly like a hedgehog, her martial spirit surged to the extre, and an extrely hot breath rushed towards Ye Tian. Quickly gesturing with his hands, Ye Tian explained, “I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about him, about Zhang Liang, about Zhang Liang.”
“Hmph.”
Ling Rong reigned in her aura and turned to leave, but halfway through, she spun back around, causing Ye Tian, who was just relaxing, to tense up again.
“Why do you lie to when you clearly have the aura of Heaven Mystic Sect on you?”
Ye Tian was stunned, realizing it himself for the first ti.
“If I want to know the answer, it’s simple. Just defeating you would do, but there’s a saying among mainland people, ‘Not just judging the monk but the Buddha he venerates’, and although I’m annoyed by you, I still have to respect others’ faces. So, wait for it.”
Ye Tian’s expression darkened, “Miss Ling Rong, what do you an ‘you mainland people’?”
Ling Rong turned fully back around, apparently not planning to leave anymore, “What? Want to experience being a patriot?”
“I’m never a patriot, so please don’t misunderstand that. I just don’t get your point. Also, just to say, I’m not the kind who stands there waiting for soone to throw a punch at my face. I can’t bear to suffer silently and I definitely won’t allow anyone to talk tough to .”
“Mr. Ye, are you so confident in yourself?”
“It’s not about being confident, just self-defense.”
Suddenly, small flas ignited on the ground, burning beneath Ling Rong’s feet. The purple flas leaped about on the ground, looking feeble but showing no signs of extinguishing.
Ling Rong’s fingers twitched slightly, and the small flas surged forward rapidly towards Ye Tian like the wick of a candle. However, when they got to about a ter away from Ye Tian, the purple flas vanished instantly.
A layer of radiant mirage enveloped Ye Tian, dissipating along with the flas.
Two n in suits walked out of the inn. Qin Chuan, peering through the cafe window, observed them speaking to Ye Tian and Ling Rong on the street. Soon after, Ling Rong walked into the inn while the two leaders also exited. Qin Chuan waved at Ye Tian who saw him and walked into the cafe. As he walked, Ye Tian didn’t forget to give Ling Rong the middle finger.
“How about that, more skilled than you, right?”
Qin Chuan couldn’t contain his joy at seeing Ye Tian flustered, enjoying the schadenfreude.
“Skilled my ass! If I hadn’t held back, could a little girl beat ? Pssh, why is it so hot!” Ye Tian spat out a mouthful of coffee, panting with his tongue out, looking completely embarrassed.
Qin Chuan blew into his own cup and leisurely took a sip, savoring it. Ye Tian set down his coffee, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.
…
After bidding farewell to the two visiting leaders, Gu Zhun’s face showed no obvious joy, only an improved mood than before.
Ling Rong, his adopted granddaughter and a registered disciple of Heaven Mystic Sect, was imnsely talented though sowhat short-tempered. After enduring the pain of losing his wife and son during his middle age, Gu Zhun never remarried, hence he had no children of his own throughout his life, only this granddaughter who was not his by blood but was dearer to him than his own.
Regarding this visit to the Mainland, Gu Zhun was crystal clear: economic investnt was trivial, what mattered was the voting for the Democrat Party after returning. The political situation in Tai City had been unstable for decades, with stability not lasting long. Even during Duke Jiang’s era, while there was a sense of unity, prosperity was not evident and the situation worsened dramatically after a president with the surna Li, with filthy politics reeking havoc – the ddling hand from the United States being the root of all chaos.
As for choosing between the Democrat Party or the Republican Party, Gu Zhun had made up his mind long ago: if the party supported by Aricans cos to power, probably no one could save Tai City.
“Grandfather.”
Ling Rong walked in, finding Gu Zhun staring blankly with a cup of tea.
Gu Zhun set down the cup, straightened his posture on the chair, and poured another cup of tea for her, “Try it, this is tea personally brewed by national leaders, not just anyone can get their hands on it.”
Perhaps still apprehensive about the earlier situation with Ye Tian drinking tea directly from the cup, Ling Rong looked at her cup without a move. Tea brewed by leaders, what about it? It’s just a cup of water.
Sensing his stubborn granddaughter’s thoughts, Gu Zhun asked with a chuckle, “Are you still upset with grandpa?”
Ling Rong responded, “I think we didn’t even need to co to the Mainland. Our island might be small, but it’s not to the extent we can’t survive, plus our economy is not as poor as outsiders imagine. Why do we need to co here seeking refuge?”
Gu Zhun didn’t imdiately respond, simply sipping from his tea, gently tapping his teeth; Ling Rong knew this was the master’s unique health-preserving secret learned from Master Xingyun. Although Gu Zhun had intended to teach her this minor skill, Ling Rong had no interest in learning it.
Tap the teeth 81 tis, and when saliva is generated in the mouth, swallow it. Then rub your hands until they warm up before gently massaging your cheeks to protect the skin – far more effective than any sunscreen or BB cream.
When all was done, Old Master Gu spoke, “Ling Rong, do you know where the sorrow of a duckweed lies?”
Duckweed, rootless and drifting with the current until it dies and decays, yet still unable to find its place.
Ling Rong said, “Always drifting, with nothing to rely on.”
“That’s just one aspect. Actually, the reason duckweed floats on water is rely due to the lack of roots, but it’s not just that. Being rootless isn’t scary; what’s scary is the lack of a sense of belonging to a ho. You know, grandpa has always been trying to find a dependable reliance. Nurous people and countries have ddled, but fact proves that all those are just people with selfish intentions. With such characters involved, where is our national sovereignty, and what about national survival?”
Ling Rong said, “Grandpa, the reason Mainlanders value us probably includes their intentions to pull us over. Their intentions are quite apparent; how do you know they aren’t harboring selfish motives? ‘There’s no free lunch,’ that’s the utmost truth from the Mainlanders. People who speak such words, I don’t think they can be any good.”
Gu Zhun looked at his stubborn granddaughter, smiling and shaking his head, “Girl, children don’t despise their ugly mothers, dogs don’t despise their poor hos, and even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs. You’re still too young.”
Because she stayed by Gu Zhun’s side, Ling Rong had a more profound and thorough understanding of international political situations compared to ordinary people. She knew about the United States’ return to the Asia-Pacific strategy, the encirclent intentions against Huaxia Mainland, and the ever-changing clouds on the international political stage. However, her conclusions did not align with Gu Zhun’s.
While Gu Zhun believed in a peaceful transition, Ling Rong continually held that there is no such thing as a free lunch; in this world, no one but oneself can truly be trusted.
This belief shaped Ling Rong’s stance on the affiliation issue of Tai City. She was nonpartisan, showing contempt even for the Mainland which Gu Zhun had always believed in.
“Girl, do you know why my hands were trembling when I boarded the flight here? That’s the fear of nearing ho! I left Huaxia Mainland over forty years ago; I miss it, yet I fear it. I fear all I would see and hear are things alien to . What I miss is the kinship and solid presence this land offers, a feeling that the little island cannot provide. One must have a ho, both in the real world and within their heart. Without it, all are just rootless duckweeds. You folks born and raised entirely in Tai City might find our old generation’s nostalgia a bit outdated, but let tell you, back then, many people said tearful goodbyes to their families. Those boarding the ships were limited; no extra baggage could be brought aside from what military officials could carry along with their families; the rest boarded alone, leaving everything else behind. Alone and desolate.”
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