Chapter 373: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 373 Brushing Shenjia (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi did not demand an optimal solution immediately—if he could get one, that would naturally be best, but the reality was that no one knew how the Humble and Humble Cheap God defined himself and faith.

Therefore, attempts were necessary; the meaning of inviting Quan Cong lay in his ability to shorten the distance to the best solution as much as possible.

When the two met on Binjiang Road, the consulting company where he worked also stirred at the news, entering a state of full-scale work and almost abandoning other business. Of course, Quan Cong did not tell them the promises Chen Yi had made to him, but instead gave a new promise: across-the-board raises and promotions. This was also Quan Cong's optimal solution: if the company ultimately belonged to him, then Quan Cong naturally had the right to make such a decision; if Chen Yi was lying, he would certainly give compensation. In fact, if he told Chen Yi's real promise to his colleagues at the company, what he would get most likely would not be help, but blows and countless traps, especially the company's current management, who knows how many sleepless nights they would spend coming up with ideas to deal with him.

Binjiang Road was a place Chen Yi knew like the back of his hand; not only were people coming and going on the ground, but underground it was still busy. At this moment, Naked Bear was approximately leading the Yun Village people and Lie Village people to load vehicles onto the Water Land God Box at the Central Storage Area; 30,000 tons of supplies, piled up, would be an aircraft carrier. This was because there were too few hands; if management were strict and there were enough hands, then at least 40,000 to 50,000 tons of supplies could be loaded into the Water Land God Box, rather than as now, where one vehicle pushed in would tip over, without caring whether the placement was secure or whether items would be crushed—they would ask the manufacturer to provide packaging as sturdy as possible, best like iron-shell canned goods, with hard packaging plus wooden crates outside; even without that, judging by time efficiency, about 10% supply loss was acceptable; only a very few A-rank or higher supplies would receive different treatment, and more than half of the hands were busy with those.

Quan Cong was a slightly short and fat young man, appearing at most 30 years old, stout like a man who wore a green cuckold without knowing it. His speech was also somewhat wooden; upon meeting, he first asked Chen Yi: "Are we starting now?"

There was not a bit of meaning in the words, and he probably was not very likable either. While Chen Yi made his judgment, he nodded and said: "Everything is up to you."

The more unlikable a person was, the rarer it was for them to sit in a high position. The consulting company under Chen Group was not among the front ranks of the industry, but it was truly not weak; therefore, Quan Cong, who was elected, seemed like he should be superior to others.

"I have reviewed some materials." Quan Cong took out a folder nervously, and the image of being superior was once again completely lost.

He was wholeheartedly trying to do things well, but could not care about others' eyes; his left hand gripping the documents tightly exposed the nervousness in his heart. He spoke with a dry, hoarse voice: "Mr. Chen, humility itself is an attitude, judged by people. Then, who do you plan to show humility to?"

"To the god."

"To whom?" Quan Cong had to ask again; this was the second time he had asked Chen Yi to repeat his words, a very rare situation for a consulting consultant.

Chen Yi pointed to his own face and said: "I am speaking seriously, to show the god. The one who judges humility will also be the god."

The plain truth, immediately receiving the reward of Honesty Belief!

Just like any normal person, Quan Cong explained in his own understood language: "So, you believe in a religion? What religion do you believe in? This might help us."

"It is faith." Chen Yi was very willing to tell the truth and explained: "What is believed in is humility; now, I need to let the god see my faith."

"Okay, okay. Then, then... according to our literal understanding." Quan Cong took out the documents and said: "According to our analysis, humility is relatively easier to show. Because humility is entirely an attitude and also contains the meaning of humility. Then, shall we start with humility?"

Chen Yi said indifferently: "Yes."

Quan Cong felt somewhat relieved, moistened his lips, and said: "We asked someone to do some analysis; the time was short, and the analysis is not very complete..."

"Speed." Chen Yi interrupted him.

"Yes, yes." From Quan Cong's appearance, one absolutely could not see the style of a consulting consultant; only saw him say hesitantly: "The two words humility, looked at separately, 'humble' means satisfaction and contentment, 'humble' means yielding and declining. Extending from this, we believe humility is 'loss'; losing things that bring satisfaction and contentment is humility..."

Speaking to this point, Quan Cong's confidence surged, and he said affirmatively: "Arrogance brings loss, humility brings benefit. If explained from the aspect of attitude, humility is very hard to express, but if explained from the aspect of behavior, loss is humility. The more satisfying things are lost, the more humble it is. There is a more accurate saying; Cao Zhi said: 'The humble gentleman has virtue.' That 'humble humble' is the appearance of humility."

He did not notice that Chen Yi's complexion was becoming increasingly gloomy. According to the moral principles of Holy Knights, what you pay is what you get back. Faith must be a kind of payment; this is beyond doubt. The firmer the faith, the more is paid, and thus the more Shenjia is obtained. By the same principle, the more widespread the faith, the more faith it covers, and the greater the power of Divine Arts.

However, if according to Quan Cong's words, to show humility, one must lose things that bring satisfaction and contentment—this was not a simple loss... If the things that make oneself satisfied and content were all lost, then what was the point of struggling? Better to go to North Korea and join the socialist big family.

Quan Cong, who was happily speaking, finally was not stupid to the extreme; he asked softly: "Mr. Chen, which part are you dissatisfied with?"

"All of it." Chen Yi snorted and vented his anger: "Wasn't it to mobilize the whole company? Where did you find these documents?"

Quan Cong said wronged: "They were faxed to me by company colleagues."

"Fax? Didn't you just arrive?"

"I installed a wireless fax machine in the car."

Chen Yi had no temper left; he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I overestimated you."

"Mr. Chen." Quan Cong said carefully: "Tell us your opinion; we will definitely think of a way to correct it."

"Quan Cong."

"Ah."

"You say, when a person believes in a god, is it really to pay?"

"Ah?"

"No matter who it is, monks or Priests, or believers, they believe in gods either to obtain material benefits or to obtain spiritual comfort. I am so young; what do you think I need? And..." Chen Yi's voice changed from patient guidance to anger again: "If I lost all the things that make me satisfied, wouldn't I have neither spiritual nor material benefits? I hope to satisfy material needs, so I lose my material; I hope to satisfy spirit, so I lose my spiritual satisfaction? What is the difference between that and sacrifice?"

Speaking to this point, Chen Yi's voice became louder and angrier: "If I wanted to believe in sacrifice, I naturally know how to do it; do I need to find you?"

Quan Cong was scared into shrinking, but he did not freeze up; instead, he said softly: "Mr. Chen, humility and sacrifice are different."

"How are they different?" Chen Yi's tone was still unfriendly, as if he would throw Quan Cong into a crossroads ditch in the blink of an eye.

Quan Cong spoke at the fastest possible speed: "Humility is not sacrifice; because what humility loses is not things that satisfy oneself, but things that satisfy others, that is, things that let others, let the people around, let other people be satisfied. Kong Rong yielding the pear is humility; because at the time this happened, the pear was something everyone recognized would be liked; he yielded it, which is humility, regardless of whether Kong Rong liked eating pears, regardless of whether Kong Rong was allergic to pears."

The last sentence, he made a small joke, which immediately brought a smile to Chen Yi's face.

Seeing this, Quan Cong straightened his waist and smiled: "Actually, you see, the ancient humble gentlemen, speaking of it, they liked fame, they liked a quiet heart; actually, they advocated spiritual nobility. Their humility was not to make their own hearts not noble, but to give up the high offices and titles that worldly people like, to give up the money and beauty that common people like... Also..."

Quan Cong became proud again, standing in front of Chen Yi, completely putting aside the documents, and said: "Also, humble gentlemen do not need to give up everything; as long as they give up one thing, it counts as being humble; giving up two things is also being humble; as long as the heart is strong. That is why people say, gentlemen love wealth but take it by the right way; beauty is the same; official positions are the same, right?"

Chen Yi had already changed into a full smile, smiling and pointing at him: "You have the style of several professors I have met; not bad, not bad. If it really works as you say, and humility faith can be brushed out, then you be the boss of the consulting company."

To this day, Chen Yi, as a Holy Knight, no longer easily made promises. But it was not that he did not make promises; keeping promises was a process of practice; only after promising and completing could the power of this faith be improved, so as long as he paid attention to the way of promising.

Quan Cong was so happy his eyebrows were about to float up to his forehead; he said happily: "Company colleagues also put in a lot of effort; our company has quite a few external consultants, all experts and professors and such; when I drove over, they were contacting by phone; these are all summarized."

Chen Yi said thoughtfully: "You count as humility? Yielding praise that everyone likes, but actually not paying much?"

Quan Cong was embarrassed and almost fell to the ground; he forced himself to be professional: "What you say is correct, but we did not design this kind of method."

"Oh? Why?" Chen Yi said humbly; most of his humility faith power was obtained this way.

Quan Cong did not answer, only said: "Let's experiment with the first method first."

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