Chapter 330 Good people don’t live long
"Well... I do feel much more refreshed," Xinghe said, as if realizing something. "I never thought that just some music could change a person's mood. This is an experience I've never had before."
"Words and music are both powerful," Yang Ming said seriously. "I once heard someone say that when an author wants to move readers, he must first move himself. The same is true for your current work. Don't worry about the results, and don't care about those shitty executives. All you have to do is have a clear conscience and move forward courageously."
"Well said." A voice sounded in the box, and Louis appeared in front of the two of them. Judging from the lipstick marks on his neck, he had obviously passed by here while out hunting for beauties.
Yang Ming's heart tightened. The soundproofing effect of this KTV room was very good. This person could hear the conversation inside the room outside the door and enter through the wall. Either he used the instant movement of the psychic Pokémon, or he himself was a psychic.
This guy really hid his strength.
However, after entering the room, Louis just gave Xinghe some serious advice, which was beyond Yang Ming's expectations.
"In our hometown, there is a metropolis called Miare. The prosperity and beauty there surpass all the cities in the world, even the Manjin City in Chengdu, the Violet City in Hoenn, and the Feiyun City in Unova."
"But even in such a city, hidden behind its bright and beautiful appearance is a terrible gap between the rich and the poor and a large number of slums." Louis' eyes became deep, as if he recalled some painful memories. "Most of the children born there are illiterate. These people can't even become investigators. Many of them don't even have permission to own Pokémon. They can only work as illegal workers all their lives, doing highly polluting work, bringing poverty and despair to the next generation."
"Some people are engaged in criminal work, such as being pickpockets, robbers, or even joining gangs, leading a life where they could die at any time. Perhaps one day they will be chopped into pieces by their enemies, poured into cement and sunk into the river."
"Drugs and sex are rampant... You can see everything you can imagine there; and because of the proliferation of cheap drugs, some babies are born with deformities and disabilities, and their lives are robbed from birth."
Yang Ming listened silently. He had seen similar scenes along the way. Although not as terrible as Louis described, the corners outside the city spotlights were indeed filled with filth and despair.
"Even such a group of humble people are still trying to survive," Louis changed the subject and looked at Xinghe, "and you, my friend, what reason do you have not to cheer up?"
"You mean, I can't give up even for these people?" Xinghe's eyes lit up.
"It's not for them, but for yourself," Yang Ming added, "I would say that your living conditions are too good, which is why you can't stand setbacks. The Heavenly King's disciple, the youngest elite investigator, these identities alone are better than 99% of your peers in the world."
"Some people are already working illegally in factories to support their families when they are your age, and some don't even have Pokémon at the age of 20, so they can only join Team Rocket and risk their lives for a future."
At this point, he thought of himself again. The lives of many people are not decided by themselves, but there is an invisible hand pushing them onto this path.
"And you are very lucky. Compared to these people, at least you can choose your own path, your own way."
The two old foxes, one old and one young, tried their best to give Xinghe chicken soup, which finally restored his fighting spirit and determination.
"After listening to your words, I have gained a lot of enlightenment today," Xinghe stood up, his eyes shining, "I really shouldn't be discouraged by the previous setbacks. I am still young. Even if my strength is not up to par, with my potential, I will have a place in the future alliance sooner or later."
"If we give up now, won't all our previous efforts go to waste?"
Louis nodded: "It's great that you think so."
Yang Ming was secretly delighted in his heart. Fortunately, this chess piece turned around, otherwise he would have to look for a spy in the future.
"Okay, to celebrate my brother's cheering up, let's go have a big meal," Yang Ming said happily, "Humans have three major desires: appetite, sexual desire, and sleep desire. Among these three desires, appetite is the desire to satisfy human survival needs. Therefore, the behavior of satisfying appetite has the first priority among these three..."
"I think sexual desire comes first," Louis interrupted, "The sky is beautiful tonight, let's go around the city and look for a beautiful encounter."
"Get lost! You are too old to control the big head with your small head, aren't you ashamed?"
The three of them had a great conversation and drank a lot of wine, and didn't separate until very late.
"Brothers, I have work to do tomorrow, so I'm leaving first." Xinghe was drunk and staggered away.
"He's a good man," Louis sighed as he looked at Xinghe's back, "He has a sense of responsibility and justice, just like a blank sheet of paper. Such people are rare in this world."
"Yeah, unfortunately in this world, good people often don't live long," Yang Ming said expressionlessly, "By the way, where are you going next? Go back to the hotel to rest?"
"Of course I have to meet some more beautiful young ladies," Louis laughed. "It's a rare trip to Chengdu. If I don't have some beautiful stories with some local girls, wouldn't it be a waste of my trip?"
"You, sometimes I really can't tell which of your words are true and which are nonsense."
Suddenly, Yang Ming noticed a figure approaching them in the distance.
"Looks like your people are here to pick you up, brother." Louis patted his shoulder. "Take care of her. I won't accompany you anymore."
After saying that, he ran away, leaving Yang Ming confused.
"It's incomprehensible. Can't you just stop being a riddler?"
It was not until the person came closer that Yang Ming saw clearly that the person was Feng Lu.
"I saw you weren't in the hotel, so I came out to look for you," Feng Lu grabbed his arm and supported him firmly, "You smell of alcohol, did you go out for a drink?"
"I was just chatting with some brothers and accidentally drank too much." Yang Ming said with a big mouth. In fact, his alcohol tolerance was not that good. He was only slightly more sober than Xinghe.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I have something to give you. Let's talk about it when we get to the hotel."
After returning to his room, Yang Ming was about to lie down on the bed when Feng Lu took out a Poké Ball and gave it to him.
"This is the centipede you've always wanted. I got it for you."
Hearing this, Yang Ming suddenly came to his senses.