Chapter 33: Is that racing you like? You

"Hating the rich?"

He Chen clarified, "Are you talking about me?"

"Isn't it?" Ji Yangyang certainly wasn't afraid, raising his eyebrows and saying bluntly, "From the moment you wouldn't let go of my 3-million-yuan sports car, haven't all your words implied, 'I have no money, so I hate the rich'?"

"Thanks for the compliment!" He Chen nodded with a smile.

"Compliment?" Ji Yangyang and Deng Xiaoqi both looked speechlessly at He Chen, who admitted it calmly and thought it was a compliment.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Is this a compliment?"

"Isn't it?" He Chen asked back, "Is 'hating the rich' some kind of derogatory term? If it is, it's a 'derogatory term' whose original meaning has been distorted!"

You think there's a problem with hating the rich, but you haven't thought about why people hate the rich?

Since ancient times, there have been beautiful legends of the rich being unkind and knights killing the rich to help the poor.

Killing the rich is a term of praise, an absolute compliment; what does my mere hatred of the rich count as?

The reason it's like this is because there have been too many evil deeds of the rich being unkind, like "the gates of the rich reek of meat and wine while the poor freeze to death on the road" and "why don't they eat minced meat?"

Yet, the common people in this country have been too kind since ancient times; unless they were about to starve to death, or even unless the whole world was about to starve to death and couldn't go on living, they wouldn't rise up to rebel at all.

As long as they had a mouthful to eat, even if they were slaves or servants, they could endure it and would even praise the rich for their kindness.

But even so, in thousands of years of history, almost every one or two hundred years, dynasties had to change. Why?

Isn't it because those rich people were too arrogant, extravagant, and licentious, forgetting themselves and wantonly exploiting the poor, falling once again into the historical cycle of officials forcing the people to rebel?

It is precisely because this is a historical inevitability that killing the rich to help the poor, which has clearly been an illegal and criminal act since ancient times, has become a word of praise passed down by word of mouth among the common people, coexisting with the knights who violate prohibitions with martial arts.

Hating the rich?

For the majority of rich people who carry the bloody original sin of capital, hating the rich is of course a derogatory term; it is shameful, hateful, and even fearful and terrifying!

Because history has told you the answer.

But for us ordinary people from truly ordinary families, hating the rich may not count as an absolute term of praise, but it is definitely not a derogatory term either.

The eyes of the masses are sharp.

Everyone subconsciously knows who the enemy is, and they know even better that this is not about not working hard or having no ability!"

"A bunch of twisted logic." Ji Yangyang's expression changed, but he soon dismissed it with disdain, mocking, "Isn't it just hating others for having what you don't, envy, jealousy, and hate! Not everyone relies on their parents!"

Speaking of this, he raised his chin, almost saying, "I rely entirely on ability, not on my parents! That's right! It's me!"

"You are still as humorous and blindly confident as ever." He Chen shook his head with a smile, "Do you think you are really quite capable?"

"Isn't it?" Ji Yangyang said confidently, "I don't care about grades, and you have no right to talk about me either.

I have always been very clear about my ideals.

And you?

You're just a useless person who practices martial arts and sleeps in all day, yet you only know how to hate the rich all day long, and you have the nerve to say it's correct!"

So what if you're a second-generation from a rich family?

Everyone works just as hard; who is nobler than whom, and who is lower than whom?

If you can't do it yourself, you can only complain about heaven and others all day long."

"So confident?" He Chen laughed, "You've always had ideals? I remember now, during the Chinese exam this morning, at noon, it was rumored that the teachers were discussing how you didn't write a single word in your essay, just drew a sports car.

Do you think that's very cool?

Does it show that you have always had your own clear ideals and are very persistent?

I just said you are very humorous!

Is that racing you like?

You're just greedy that there's no one competing with you on this racing track!

You're base!"

"What the hell did you say!" Ji Yangyang was furious and took a step forward, but was blocked by Deng Xiaoqi, who had been watching the fun. He stood his ground and pointed at He Chen, looking furious.

"Didn't I say it right?" He Chen mocked, "The college entrance exam is the most relatively fair arena in the world.

But you don't dare to face difficulties and compete on the same stage with most people; you only think about learning from Han Han and want to become a racing driver.

Isn't it because you subconsciously know you can't do it!

So you want to take a side path, what for?

Do you really like it?

Bullshit!

The real reason is that there is no one on this track.

Just like in *My Own Swordsman*, where Hao Xiaohu, the third son of Shopkeeper Hao of West Street, won second place in the youth zither competition held in Pinggu County.

Although there were only three people competing, and the third place was a deaf person, this did not prevent his old man from celebrating wildly and treating everyone to game meat.

Is Shopkeeper Hao stupid?

No!

This is very real!

Because this competition, which is as watery as the ocean, is really useful; as long as you get this second place, without anyone explaining or reminding, who knows that the real situation of this competition is actually second to last, or even last?

When the time comes, holding the award certificate of this competition, Shopkeeper Hao can operate a better future for his son.

The same goes for Shopkeeper Qiu's son, who beat a national Go master at Gomoku; to celebrate this so-called chess world event, he treated everyone to abalone!

What are they all doing?

Isn't it the same thing you are doing now!

It's just like those children of rich families abroad who don't study, but rely on niche sports award labels and recommendation letters from rich and famous socialite uncles, or long-term donation receipts from their families to top schools, to easily enter top schools.

Isn't it all because you don't dare to compete fairly with everyone, so you can only re-draw the track yourself, letting most people have no money or energy to enter the arena, cutting off competition from the root!

Because everyone knows that you so-called elites who pursue your niche dreams are really not good at fair competition!

And the same effort, no one is lower than anyone else?

Those who don't dare to take the college entrance exam path and compete fairly with everyone, and use crooked ways to pile up thresholds with money to block most people outside, not even letting people enter the track, that so-called effort is low-level!

It's clearly a side path and low-class, yet you package yourself as very high-end, and even feel from the bottom of your heart that your niche is high-end, which is even lower than low!

Isn't this the recommendation system that was long ago eliminated by the imperial examination system in ancient times!

Only noble families can recommend people to be officials, without exams, directly pushing them through.

What if there are few positions and many people?

Then see who can create big news; aren't strange stories like "lying on ice to seek carp," which cannot stand logical scrutiny, all created this way?

Look!

Isn't it exactly the same as you, who are an official's family and have the lowest grades, don't want to study, only want to imitate Han Han, and also want to be a professional racing driver that most people have never even heard of, let alone seen?"

Ji Yangyang was flushed with anger and wanted to lose his temper again.

Because He Chen's words almost trampled the dream he had been secretly proud of into the mud.

Especially when he thought about how he had just very proudly drawn his dream directly on the essay page during the placement exam, using pictures to write this "My Dream" essay, and felt that he was so cool.

But now thinking about it, it almost made him break his defense.

No way!

The truth hurts the most!

He couldn't think of these principles before, or subconsciously didn't want to think about them, but as soon as He Chen mentioned them, he knew this was not a lie. ===== CHAPTER 34 =====