Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

“…Mr. You, what do you think?”

In the conference room, looking at Fan Youcai who was in a presumptuous manner, You Huwei's eyes gradually became cold.

"...Not really. If this is what you said sincerity, then I'm sorry, I'll let you go in vain!"

As You Suwei said, he glanced at the silly girl beside him, signaled slightly, got up and tidied up his suit, and then planned to walk outside the conference room.

"etc!"

Before You could do something, Fan Youcai stopped it in a deep voice, looked up at You So Wei, twisted his neck strangely, and said with a slight look:

“…Mr. You, Mr. You, after passing this village… there is no such store…”

Fan Youcai said, and also stood up, looked at the silly girl who was silently blocking You Suwei. He leaned on the table with both hands, leaned forward, and squinted his eyes and said:

"... It's just borrowing the financial channels of your company's China-Europe, with a commission of one point per money... the amount of funds is calculated in one billion euros, and Mr. You... is quite a lot!"

Hearing Fan Youcai's words, You Suwei gasped for a few quick breaths, gritted his teeth, and leaned on the table, staring at the other person with his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"...Do you think I don't know what money laundering is? I take risks and you make profits... Mr. Fan, have you not woken up yet?"

“…hahahaha…risk? What risks?”

Fan Youcai stood up, laughed loudly, spread his arms, and said with an exaggerated expression:

“… Some people are asking for help clear the risks. All I need is your company’s financial channels to connect Europe!

Mr. You, don’t take yourself too seriously, and want to take risks... Just relying on your Arike’s size, this is not enough!”

Opposite, You closed his eyes in humiliation, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, opened his eyes, slowly stood up, lowered his head to take care of his clothes.

"...Since that's the case, Mr. Fan should ask Gao Ming, my Eric Group Temple is small, and I can't afford you, the big Buddha!"

Hearing You Suwei's firm tone, the smile on Fan Youcai's face gradually restrained, his face gradually became gloomy, and a terrifying aura slowly came.

"...No, no, people, can, can, refuse, refuse, me!"

Fan Youcai said word by word, his tone seemed to be a child chanting a nursery rhyme, his head shaking, giving people a moody feeling.

“…No one!”

On the other hand, You Huwei's expression gradually became serious. He looked at the silly girl who was firmly blocking her, pursed her lips, and her eyes showed a sharp look.

“…Today, there is one!”

...

——Silly girl? Feelings?

——Yes, the point is emotion!

As the times change, information will gradually depreciate, and the description of a thing will become more and more lengthy as time develops.

If you want to slow down the world's intake of information, the most immediate way is to block the depreciation of information. The best way to block the depreciation of information is to use something that cannot be depreciated to replace information for circulation...

——Is this thing...a emotion?

——Yes, it’s emotion!

Emotion is something that transcends nature from the evolution of intelligent life. Under the influence of emotions, intelligent life can make many choices that violate instinct and physiological mechanisms!

For example, selfish!

Selfishness and selfishness are the natures that every individual of life possesses since its birth, and are derived from the individual's desire for their own survival and development.

Emotion is the only existence that can suppress this instinct. Family, friendship, love, and even the sense of responsibility that lasts racially can perfectly suppress selfish nature to the point where it cannot be turned over.

Emotion is the biggest difference between intelligent life and non-intelligent life, and it is also the only medium that can last for generations without deterioration!

Using emotions to replace information exchange is the only way to prevent information depreciation!

——…But…What does this have to do with the silly girl?

——Relationship? It’s so big! If there is no medium for transmission, can you convert the information you want to express into emotions with your mouth and communicate with others in information?

——…The medium between people…Is this the mission of the silly girl?

——Yes, this is the mission of silly girls, learn to feel, convey feelings, and transform communication between people into communication between emotions!

Her existence will eventually break the barriers between people and allow people to blend emotionally. At that time, the sense of security you pursue will come uninvited...

——…But…but…silly girl… can she really do it…

——…Haha…I’m going to ask you this…Xiao Qian…Would you like to die for the stupid girl…?

"...I'm willing to... die for the stupid girl..."

In the bedroom of a luxurious apartment, Lu Xiaoqianping was lying on the bed, resting his head on his hands, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

From last night to now, he had never closed his eyes, just lay in bed, from midnight to dawn, from villa to apartment, constantly asking himself, would he die for a silly girl...

To be honest, he doesn't know about this problem...

He can indeed give a high-sounding answer, but his answer can deceive others, but he cannot deceive himself...

Perhaps...he can only find the answer when he really needs to face the moment of choice...

“…Little Qianer!”

“…hey!”

Hearing the shouts in the living room, Lu Xiaoqian quickly turned over and got out of bed, stepped on his slippers, and walked outwards.

"...What's wrong, mom!"

In the living room, Wei Xiurong held up a broom and stared at Lu Xiaoqian who was pushing out the door irritably.

"...What's wrong? You'll lie in the house when you come back, and you can't do some serious business every day?

A young man in his twenties is not eleven or eleven. He has to let his mother chase you every day and chase you at your age. There is no work in his eyes. Can you point at your mother to serve you for the rest of your life?"

When Lu Xiaoqian heard his mother scolding her head and face, he was completely confused...

"...No...Mom...what's wrong with me..."

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Lu Xiaoqian's retort, Wei Xiurong's anger became more and more powerful.

"Have the table wiped? Was the floor swept? Was it mopped? Was the garbage? Was the dishes washed? Was the pot washed?

Every day I know that I am lying on the bed, idle, not going out to work, and I don’t know how to help my family do some work!

It’s half a boy, it’s not worry-free at all. How many years can I serve you in my mother?”

Lu Xiaoqian gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and took a deep breath.

If someone asked him the previous question now, he would definitely answer without hesitation: "Yes!"

Isn't it just to die for the stupid girl?

A little meaning!

As long as you don’t have to listen to these naggings, you can die whatever you say!

I am my grandson if you beat me up!

“…Go to work!”

"Okay!"