Chapter 2785

So how to verify all of this became critically important; you could say his trusted subordinate was able to read the moment and see through many different things, but in the end he was still too green.

He had no way of seeing the essence beneath the surface, nor of finding the best compromise amid the chaos, so now Wang Wang Canghai was essentially teaching him how to handle matters in a crisis—this trusted subordinate was also fairly important.

The next moment he immediately asked, "But Mr. Wang, why exactly?"

Mr. Wang heard these words, gave a faint smile, and said, "It's simple—because we can't afford to provoke this Mr. Zhang again. Think about it: if within this window Mr. Zhang changes his mind and calls us back, and by then we've already arranged for our people to move, and those people arrived early based on this timeline, even if we lie, Mr. Zhang will see right through it. At that point we'd have lost both the wife and the soldiers."

Hearing this explanation, the subordinate instinctively nodded, thinking to himself that the older ginger was still spicier—no matter how clever he was, he had overlooked a certain key point.

What Mr. Wang said could cover everything: on one hand it was a final gamble, on the other it was also a test. Whether the Wang family still had a sliver of hope depended entirely on this moment—the key was that Mr. Wang had turned the only option into two paths.

And these two paths could even be walked simultaneously, just at completely different points in time; the gap between them was roughly five minutes, as long as one waited five minutes.

Then basically everything could be settled. This subordinate couldn't help secretly admiring Mr. Wang's decision in his heart, and at the same time he wondered whether, if it had been him, he would have had such a brilliant decision.

The next moment he shook his head sharply—not because he was doubting his own ability, but because he felt this kind of thinking was simply too bold; after all, Mr. Wang was the Wang family's leader now.

And he was nothing. Trusted subordinate or not, Mr. Wang could decide his life or death with a single word; if he kept harboring such thoughts, it would be very dangerous for him.

But he never expected that Mr. Wang would walk up close, pat him on the shoulder, and reveal a look of gratification and encouragement—this left the man dumbfounded on the spot. After so many years by Mr. Wang's side, he had never seen him show himself in such a state; one had to know that Mr. Wang was usually extremely cold.

But he wasn't cruel—he rewarded and punished fairly. Precisely because of this, he could wield sole authority and lead the Wang family to where it was today; otherwise, people would likely climb all over him.

Just like now, this subordinate's heart was full of panic. He thought of another possibility: perhaps the reason Mr. Wang had become like this was simply because he had said some things that went too far.

And the reason he hadn't been called to account before was simple—it just hadn't been the right time, or rather some of what he said had a certain value, so Mr. Wang hadn't gotten around to addressing those matters. But now everything had been settled, and Mr. Wang had reached the moment to punish him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing, but the next moment Mr. Wang put away his phone, and his tone became very formal.

He said, "I'm old. One day the Wang family will be handed over to people like you, so daring to think and daring to act is a good thing—you must use your brain more. I admit you're very clever, but at critical moments you must always keep a firm grip on your most sensitive nerve, not show off your cleverness everywhere. You have to understand that clever people never live as long as those who appear foolish but possess great wisdom. I hope you can understand what I'm saying."

The man's first reaction was stunned disbelief—he had never imagined that at this moment Mr. Wang would actually say these things to him; it had far exceeded his comprehension.

You have to know that at first he thought keeping half his life would already be pretty good, because the Wang family's usual custom—especially regarding those in power—was that no questioning of any kind could be voiced; any hint of doubt would absolutely bring down a fatal disaster.

Since every member of the Wang family knew this common sense, one shouldn't have touched those reverse scales. But right now he suddenly realized that Mr. Wang had truly made a change.

And this change wasn't submission to reality, but came from a kind of instinct. He suddenly thought of a possibility—perhaps what Mr. Wang had said earlier was right: maybe he really was old.

Precisely because he was old, he had become like this. Perhaps it was out of helplessness, or perhaps some things simply stood there as they were, allowing no one to question them—that was reality.

And within the bounds of reality, everyone must submit to the changes it brings; not everyone can challenge these rules—only a few can break free of fate's shackles and walk into an entirely different realm.

Take Wang Cang three hundred years ago—but in the final analysis, he ran into the Wan Nu Wang, which was why things were the way they were today. If not for the Wan Nu Wang of that time pointing out a clear path for him, he wouldn't have been able to walk unimpeded all the way to where he was now.

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