I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2558 - 1604: One Piece_2

Fu Zili did not argue and seemed to strongly agree with this viewpoint.

"I think everyone in this world, no matter which path they take, cannot do without luck. Chairman Fan is no exception; didn’t luck play a part in Chairman Fan’s achievements today?"

Fan Wanli remained silent.

"So, shouldn’t Chairman Fan also cherish it?"

This wasn’t indiscreet.

One could say it was presumptuous.

Fan Wanli, after all, is the top figure in Sha City, yet he didn’t show any anger in front of the arrogance of a "little rascal."

"To speak, one must have evidence."

"Talking about evidence is the police’s matter; I’m not a policeman."

Fu Zili chuckled, turned his head, looked at Fan Wanli, who never really took him seriously, both figuratively and literally, "Don’t you agree, Chairman Fan?"

"Hmm, you’re right. It’s the police who talk about evidence."

Fan Wanli nodded.

The atmosphere quieted down.

Fu Zili accompanied him to enjoy the backyard night scene for a moment, though there wasn’t much to see. If the meeting were upstairs, overseeing the city park, it would definitely be better.

"Actually, I greatly admire Chairman Fan; reaching such heights as Chairman Fan really isn’t easy."

Fu Zili spoke from the heart.

Beneath the Nascent Soul, all are ants.

But the higher you go, every step becomes a day-long gap.

He seems to be doing well in Sha City, with a reputation, yet he clearly understands that, following a normal life’s trajectory, it’s neither self-deprecating nor negative, but the likelihood of achieving a feat like Fan Wanli’s is negligible.

Sincerity can be felt.

Fan Wanli finally turned his head, for the first time acknowledging this "rising star."

"You’re still young, and youth signifies endless possibilities."

Fu Zili smirked, "Thank you, Chairman Fan, for the reassurance."

"This isn’t consolation."

Fan Wanli withdrew his gaze and looked aimlessly forward again, "When I was your age, I was far less than you."

"Really?"

"You don’t even know my entrepreneurial history, yet you come to visit me?"

"Sorry, Chairman Fan, time was too rushed, and there’s too much work to do, so inevitably there are some oversights."

Fan Wanli laughed again, the laughter resonating in the evening breeze, finally holding a hint of pleasure.

"In our Sha City, there really are many interesting people. If we had met earlier, maybe we could’ve worked together."

Fu Zili deferred with a respectful gesture full of bravado, "Chairman Fan compliments me too much, I dare not accept."

Fan Wanli wore a smile.

"As a junior, I sincerely want to ask Chairman Fan a question."

The graying temples of Fan Wanli nodded, "Speak."

"If you could start over, go back to my age, would Chairman Fan choose the same life?"

This is a deeply philosophical question that has troubled countless people, but Fan Wanli neither considered nor hesitated.

"Actually, asking yourself this question would yield an answer."

"Oh?"

"If you returned to your teenage years, would you choose your current life?"

Fan Wanli countered.

Fu Zili was silent, then smiled and shook his head.

After all, ginger gets spicier with age.

"Thank you, Chairman Fan, for clarifying; the junior has learned a lot."

"No regrets after the fact. Once the road has been traveled, there’s no need to look back."

Setting aside the enemy-friendly stances, Fu Zili holds a respect for this local top figure.

Only children discern right and wrong.

Though Sha City sounds small, it is indeed a real prefecture-level city with a population of millions!

To stand out among millions, to laugh among the waves and stir up storms, such people must possess qualities that common people cannot compare with.

This point is always undeniable.

For instance.

At this moment, calmness and poise, and the indifference watching the leaves fall outside the courtyard.

Frankly speaking.

Fu Zili feels inferior, were it him, he definitely couldn’t reach this level of grace.

Of course.

In Tie Jun’s circle of childhood friends, he is the "big brother," but compared to Fan Wanli, he is still too young.

So he remains uncomplaining, nor discouraged.

With youth comes the hope of learning and progressing.

"I also feel regret."

He sighed, "Coming to visit Chairman Fan a bit late."

Fu Zili appeared with the regret of meeting too late, then smiled self-mockingly.

"However, had I come earlier, I wouldn’t have qualified to meet Chairman Fan."

Rustling... the leaves shake.

Fu Zili slowly took a breath, then chuckled lightly, "I brought a gift for Chairman Fan."

A gift?

It seems the only thing he brought was that black briefcase.

"I accept the sentiments. Take the thing back; I don’t like owing people favors."

"Chairman Fan doesn’t need to view it that way. It’s not a favor. I’m merely representing Sha City people, expressing gratitude to Chairman Fan."

Fan Wanli turned his head for the second time, the curve on his lips intriguing.

"Gratitude?"

Fu Zili nodded seriously, speaking slowly: "Green Land has erected many high-rises, contributing indelibly to Sha City’s modernization process. People are not sages, who can be faultless; the larger environment is as such, and more unscrupulous real estate companies than Green Land are plentiful. Even if there was no Green Land, there would be Yellow Land, Red Land..."

Fu Zili’s perspective was so novel that, even though it seemed like being insulted to his face, Fan Wanli did not get angry; instead, he nodded with a smile, gratified.

"Rarely do you meet someone who understands."

"So."

Fu Zili glanced at the briefcase on the table, "Please accept my gift, Chairman Fan."

He looked forward, his gaze seemingly penetrating the courtyard walls, through the community, through time.

"Chairman Fan’s historical mission is complete; it’s time to let go of burdens and embrace a new era."

"Does the new era no longer have tickets for us remnants of the old era?"

The curve on Fan Wanli’s lips deepened:

"I’ve watched One Piece as well."

"..."

Fu Zili slapped the armrest of his chair and laughed heartily, the laughter traveling far in Sha City’s oldest wealthy district.

"It’s truly an honor; I didn’t expect Chairman Fan to be kindred in spirit."

Fan Wanli replied indifferently, "Actually, everyone harbors a pirate in their heart, all yearning for treasure on the sea; the difference lies in some courageously setting out, while others choose to stay on land."

"There’s another difference."

Fu Zili added, "Those who set out board different ships and choose different captains."

Having said that, Fu Zili shifted his tone.

"But midway, you can jump ship, change ships, change captains. However, at Chairman Fan’s age, I feel there’s no need to stir too much, after all, Chairman Fan has experienced the vastness of the sea, retrieved quite a bit of treasure, and whether to go to the new world doesn’t really matter."

Fan Wanli remained noncommittal, in silence.

Fu Zili reached for the briefcase, opened it, and took out the "gift" he brought.

It’s tradition among Shen Zhou people to never visit empty-handed.

"Chairman Fan."

He handed it over.

Hmm.

Similar to Young Master Zhou and Young Master Zhou visiting the Sanjian Courtyard, it was indeed an agreement.

Moreover, the main content of the agreement surprisingly had no difference.

Perhaps out of curiosity, Fan Wanli eventually accepted it.

Fu Zili quietly admired the night scene.

The twenty-year-old building, actually with nothing much to see, yet somehow the feeling was different.

Under psychological influence, even the ordinary wind became unique.

Fan Wanli, who didn’t need reading glasses, slowly perused, gradually losing expression, but remained fairly calm, yet upon reaching the third page, his face changed dramatically.

The emotional shift he showed hinted at how shocking the contents of the agreement were.

"Bang."

The agreement book was closed; the previously joking and chatting Fan Wanli now showed a face of mixed gloom and uncertainty, and a hint of savage twitched across jumping facial muscles.

"This isn’t a pirate, this is a pirate."

Fu Zili chuckled lightly.

"It seems Chairman Fan is a fake fan; the world of One Piece is just like this: people can leave, but the ship must stay. That’s the rule on the sea."

Fan Wanli suddenly wanted to laugh, but couldn’t; he clenched the absurd yet simultaneously hair-raising agreement.

"So, you want to use a penny to buy my ship?"

Fu Zili shook his head.

"Chairman Fan, this isn’t your ship."