"I've slept with celebrity dads too, from Southeast Asia, third or fourth-tier little celebrities, too many to count. As long as you have money and know the right people, you can get any kind of woman delivered to you."

The young man held the fork, looking down and eating his noodles vigorously, obviously more motivated and more hopeful about the future.

A bowl of noodles was quickly finished, the man took a sip of the soup, "In the future, when there's a chance, I'll take you to the neighboring countries to see, I'll arrange for you to meet a female celebrity, open your eyes."

The young man perked up excitedly, "Uncle, you're not lying to me, are you?"

It was clear that, in his heart, he more or less felt his uncle was exaggerating.

Celebrity.

Supermodel.

For ordinary people, these worlds are still too distant.

Budding models seem more realistic.

"You think all the hard work I've done for so many years out there was for nothing?"

The young man chuckled sheepishly.

When one person rises to power, their whole group benefits.

A family needs someone to step up and lead for improvement.

The "trailblazer" in his family was this uncle.

Greatly improved the family environment.

Yeah.

That's why he's probably a wanted man domestically now.

"Kid, when I went out there, I had nothing, it was all thanks to my own hands, struggling bit by bit. So whatever you want, if you want to sleep with high-class women, you'll have to work for it yourself."

The man must have endured hardship; after finishing the instant noodles, he drank the soup to the last drop.

"There won't be a pie falling from the sky in this world."

Faced with his uncle's earnest teachings, the young man nodded like pounding garlic.

"Did you really understand?"

The man asked.

"Understood!"

"Then hurry up and get to work!"

The man raised his voice, clutching the empty noodle bowl, said coldly: "I feel like that kid's family condition isn't as you said, his parents probably have money."

Hearing this, the young man's excitement suddenly cooled, a difficult expression appeared on his face, stammering: "Uncle, you're the expert, maybe you should go."

"Me?"

"If I go, what's the use of having you?"

"You'll never progress if you don't try."

"If you don't want to go, then scram!"

The young man shivered, dared not say more, under the fierce gaze of the other, quickly got up, "I'll go right now."

Not having time to finish his bowl of noodles, he could only waste it, the young man opened the door, walked out of his small room, the bright light once again dazzled his eyes.

You could see, he seemed to be in a factory area, surrounded by buildings used to stack and store goods.

He threw the noodles into the trash can next to the door, took a deep breath, then twisted and turned through the factory for more than ten minutes, arriving at a locked warehouse.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, stepped forward, lifted his hand, inserted it into the lock, opened it, paused for a moment, then pulled the door open.

The warehouse was pitch black, dust danced in the light streaming in.

"Thud."

The young man lifted his foot, stepped into the warehouse, his face covered in shadow, his eyes seemed to change in the dim environment.

The warehouse wasn't large, about fifty square meters, piled with some miscellaneous stuff.

The young man who came to work didn't seem to be there to move things, he walked inside, stopping only at the furthest end.

"Chuchen."

He stood there, calling softly.

The warehouse was silent.

No response at all.

"Chuchen."

The young man shouted again, extending his foot to kick forward.

Finally.

There was a response this time.

"Clang."

It was the sound of iron chains clashing.

In the depths of the warehouse, clearly, there lay a person, his hands and feet bound to the surrounding walls with thick iron chains, disheveled, wearing ragged clothes. His arms and ankles were all cut and bleeding, with a bowl beside him containing water.

The person, locked here like a dog, slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have been imprisoned here for some time and probably endured a lot of torment. Strangely though, there was no fear or timidity in his eyes.

He curled his scarred body in the corner, silently watching the figure standing there.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

The young man condescendingly said.

The person on the ground still didn't speak, as if mute.

"You don't want to starve yourself to death, do you? You're young. Even if you don't consider yourself, think about your parents. Didn't you come to Myanmar to give them a better life?"

"Cai Jian, fuck your mother."

Obviously not mute.

The provoked prisoner began to get agitated, but due to physical and mental weakness, his voice was hoarse and powerless, lacking any threat.

The young man, who had just been cursed at again, seemed accustomed to it, slowly squatting down.

"What's the point of cursing me? I don't want this either. But I have no choice. Chuchen, this world is like this, it's fucking dog-eat-dog. Chuchen, it was your own naivety."

"Why did I treat you as a brother?"

Listening to the barely audible words, Cai Jian's face twitched, his molars clenched, then he suddenly cursed loudly: "Screw your brotherhood! What is a brother? It's something to sell! In this society, only money matters, money is the only thing that's important! Everything else is bullshit! Only with money will people respect you, and you can get what you want. In the face of money, everyone is a tool to be used, including your relatives!"

The captive had nothing more to say.

"What kind of look is that? Why are you looking at me like that? Chuchen, the one who's pitiful now is you. Ha, look at you, like a dog, lacking the energy to speak, and yet you think you can improve your family's situation? Look at yourself, how foolish, truly, if getting rich were that easy, there wouldn't be so many poor bastards like you and me. Hoping others will offer you a path to wealth, have you ever thought that you are the path to wealth for others?"

The young man named Cai Jian displayed exaggerated expressions, mocking without restraint.

"There you have it, perfect, your stupidity and overestimation have brought your family to ruin instead of helping them. I'm curious, why don't you resign to fate? With your capabilities, couldn't you remain a poor man, yet you dream of changing your fate, how fucking naive and ridiculous!"

"Cai Jian, do you have any conscience?"

"Conscience?"

Cai Jian first mocked loudly, then spat forcefully on the ground, "Pah! What's conscience worth, can it get you a bun? Which rich person has a conscience? People with conscience won't ever be rich! Hengsheng Group's collapse cost trillions, trillions, do you know what that means? Anyway, I don't know. Neither your family nor mine can afford a house from Hengsheng Group now, but those big bosses pocketed the homeowners' payment, and huge housing projects are left unfinished, so tell me, what is conscience?"

"Have I ever harmed you?"

"Haha... Hahaha..."

Cai Jian squatted down, clutching his stomach laughing, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Xia Chuchen, you're truly hopeless, even now, don't you understand? You indeed never harmed me, but what does that have to do with me harming you? Did those foolish people who believed in Hengsheng Group have any personal vendetta? Why did Hengsheng Group swallow their life's savings?"

Cai Jian suddenly stood up, glaring down at the former classmate, friend, or brother, his face twisted.

"Hurting you allows me to live better, it's that simple!"

The prisoner, living in dull, gray despair, seemed to accept the absurd but not unreasonable explanation.

"You chose the wrong target, my family has no money."

"No! I couldn't have imagined, your family still had some wealth, maybe it's your sister working abroad? Your parents have already spent hundreds of thousands to save you, my uncle said they might have more. Haha! Xia Chuchen, even though I know your family is not much better off than mine, where's the money coming from? Perhaps your sister is selling herself out there?"

"Clang!"

The extremely weak prisoner found a burst of strength from somewhere, seemingly trying to lunge forward, only to be mercilessly yanked back by the chains on his limbs.

"Cai Jian, I'll kill you!"

For some reason, looking at Xia Chuchen's eyes, seemingly at the mercy of others, Cai Jian felt a pang of guilt, even fear.

Could it be the last bit of unextinguished conscience haunting him?

"In consideration of our time as classmates, I'll try to convince my uncle to take the money and let you go back, provided your sister sells herself for a higher price during this time, hahaha..."

"Clang clang."

In the pitch-black warehouse.

The louder the chains clashed, the more exaggerated the sick laughter became.

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