Chapter 117: Gathering to Reflect

Fang Huai had always thought he was the tree that longed for stillness but was forced to sway in the relentless wind.

He never wanted to compete. It was the system that kept pushing him to.

Because his "core interest" was something no one else dared to dream of—earning accolades and being promoted to the cadres.

This gave him a certain sense of superiority. After all, few people had the ability, the protection of patrons, and the ambition that he did.

Another thing was making some money.

It didn't need to be much, just enough for him to live comfortably for life, without having to curry favor with anyone.

After all, money, once it exceeded 10 billion, became a hurdle. An endless stream of troubles would find you, you'd be targeted by capital, and you might have to toil for it your entire life.

Living comfortably was but a pipe dream.

Therefore, he wasn't in a rush, nor did he plan to cross that threshold of capital.

But that afternoon, he felt he might have been too naive.