Chu Feng smiled amusedly. “All three hundred recruits in our company survived it. You’re the only one who deserted.”
The way Wang Erzhu put it made the recruit's training seem like hell on earth. A person like him would only retreat every time there was trouble, then blame someone else without any self-reflection.
Wang Erzhu’s lips twitched, then he threw his hands up and shouted, “That’s because they’re all inflexible and too stupid to look for shortcuts!” He patted the Rolex on his arm and the BMW car keys on his waist arrogantly. “Look at this! Is a single one of those three hundred making a better living than I am? Chu Feng, your fatal flaw is being so inflexible, you’d walk off a cliff if the path led you there. Alas, life doesn’t work that way.”
Wang Erzhu tapped his own forehead, lit another cigarette and continued to brag, “Even if I stayed in the army, I’d amount to nothing more than an officer with neither money nor influence. The very next day after I left, I met this girl from a powerful family, then married her. After that, I used her father’s influence to get a desk job at the police force, then rose through the ranks to become a deputy. Then, I used this position to transfer here as head guard of the Mount Haitang’s Villa Area. Now that I have more than twenty men under my command and a million-dollar salary at this young age, and also access to entrepreneurs worth billions each? The status! The level I’m on!” Wang Erzhu lectured Chu Feng pridefully, “This is how you make a living in this world. This is how you network. You, my boy, have much to learn.”
Chu Feng simply smiled in reply, but did not answer; some things were beyond comprehension to the wilfully ignorant, so Chu Feng didn’t even bother defending himself.
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