"How can it be said that I have no clothes? Dear Young Master Ling Ping'an: The Empire's Veterans Affairs Administration, thank you for your contribution to the country's veterans! The money you donated has already entered the special account for the placement and support of the Federal Empire's veterans. You can log on to the official website of the Federal Empire's Veterans Affairs Administration to track and inquire about the use and details of your donation in real time... "
"I wish you a happy Winter Clothes Day!"
He looked at the text message that had just been sent to his phone.
Ling Ping'an scratched his head, "Time actually passed so quickly..."
Today was October 1st, Winter Clothes Day.
And the tradition of the old Ling family was to donate half of the year's land rent and land output to the Federal Empire's Veterans Affairs Administration on Winter Clothes Day every year.
This was a rule set by the ancestor who had returned from the Nanzhou army.
Ling Ping'an had no objections to this.
Because he was a gentleman.
A gentleman did not talk about profits, so money was a bastard!
And before Ling Ping'an, no one cared.
Because the ancestors of the Ling family had been high-level intellectuals!
It was only in Ling Ping'an's generation that this record was ended because of mathematics, physics, and chemistry.
As for the senior intellectuals, they enjoyed state subsidies.
Even if they didn't have a single copper coin in their pockets, they could still live without worries.
Ling Ping'an crossed his legs and leaned against the back of the chair.
"Winter Clothes Day..." he thought, "I'm going to buy some paper clothes and paper quilts to burn for my parents..."
Winter Clothes Day was a very important festival in the Federal Empire.
After the founding of the country, Taizu issued an edict to designate it as the 'Memorial Day for the Fallen Martyrs'.
Every year, the government would hold a grand memorial ceremony.
The people were even more lively.
Every family would go out to worship their ancestors!
Ling Ping'an stood up and took the key with him.
Then, he waved at his pet. The little guy jumped up from the counter and jumped in front of him, "Let's go!"
Ling Ping'an leisurely walked out of the door, pulled down the shutter door, and locked it.
The shops on the street were basically closed.
Everyone went out to worship their ancestors.
Ling Ping'an picked up his cat and walked to a shroud shop at the end of the street.
"Uncle Yang …" He shouted at an old man who was fiddling with paper clothes in the shop with his back to him, "Please prepare a few sets of couple outfits … and a set of mandarin duck quilts … In addition, give me a few bundles of notes issued by the Heaven and Earth Bank!"
"Alright!" The old man turned around and nodded with a smile.
He carried it on his back and walked to the shelf. Soon, he prepared everything for Ling Ping'an.
Then, he put the paper clothes and the paper quilt into a paper bag and sealed it.
Then, he put a few thick stacks of Heaven and Earth Bank's ten-thousand-yuan banknotes that were beautifully printed in a bag.
"How much?" Ling Ping'an asked.
"One hundred!" The old man chuckled.
Ling Ping'an nodded, took out his phone, scanned it, and completed the payment. Then, carrying these things, he walked to the roadside and stopped a taxi, "Sir, Jiangcheng City Federal Empire Cemetery for meritorious personnel! Thank you! "
The driver laughed when he heard that. "Okay!" She punched up her watch. "Jiangcheng City Federal Empire's Cemetery for Meritorious Personnel..."
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and looked at Ling Ping'an, "Young master is a descendant of a meritorious minister?"
Ling Ping'an nodded.
The driver was filled with respect, "Thank you for your contribution, young master!"
Ling Ping'an chuckled and heard the driver say, "Young master?
Today, all the organizations in Jiangcheng City are organizing a memorial service in the cemetery! "
"So many big shots have gone!"
"I heard that even the governor of Guangnan and the chairman of the Guangnan Minister Council are here!"
"Such a big lineup?" Ling Ping'an raised his eyebrows.
"That's right!" The driver was indeed a know-it-all. He whispered, "I heard?
A true dragon has appeared among the descendants of the meritorious ministers of Jiangcheng City! "
"These guys?
They're all rushing to be 'filial sons'... Hehe... "
Ling Ping'an also laughed when he heard that.
But?
This was how the world was.
No one cared about the poor in the busy city, but the rich had distant relatives deep in the mountains!
Was it like this in the past?
Was it like this now?
It would probably be the same in the future.
However, Ling Ping'an was curious and asked, "What kind of big shot appeared in Jiangcheng City?"
"That I don't know..." The driver said, "Maybe... it's probably the descendant of a meritorious minister who entered the recommendation list of cabinet ministers after the election?"
"No wonder!" Ling Ping'an nodded.
Cabinet minister...
That was a big shot with great power!
Even if it was just entering the nomination list, it was still an amazing thing.
The people below heard the news and burned the stove in advance?
It was completely understandable.
… …
Jiangcheng City Cemetery for meritorious personnel.
A grand memorial service?
It was being held in front of the 'Monument to the Meritorious Martyrs of the Federal Empire' in the middle of the cemetery.
Hundreds of officials, nobles, and representatives of industry and commerce?
Everyone was wearing plain clothes?
Taking off their hats and lowering their heads?
They faced the tall monument and paid their respects in silence.
A retired senior scholar stood in front of the monument, holding a piece of paper with a trembling hand and reciting the funeral rites.
In the rhythm of his recitation.
The sound of salutes rang out.
Soldiers in well-ironed clothes carried wreaths and offered them to the monument.
Then, they bowed and turned to retreat.
He Rourou stood at the end of the crowd. She lowered her head, wore a plain white dress, and wore a small white flower.
Even so, her brilliance was still hard to conceal.
Even on such an occasion, there were still people who couldn't help but turn their heads.
"Who is that?"
"I heard that he's from Lion City..."
"Samboja?"
"Yes..."
Amidst these whispers, He Rourou didn't move at all.
She knew that such an occasion was solemn.
Especially for a person like her, she couldn't afford to make a mistake.
Because, in front of the crowd, the general of the Blackguard was also solemnly mourning.
That was a true powerhouse.
Even from dozens of steps away, He Rourou could clearly feel the surging psionic power on this general's body. It was as vast and deep as the sea.
Just by feeling it, He Rourou felt as if she was facing a tall mountain and looking up at the galaxy.
She felt as if she could see it but not reach it.
This was the strongest among the extraordinary people in the world.
The general of the Blackguard.
A peerless powerhouse who could suppress a country by himself!
Feeling his power, He Rourou sighed in her heart, "He really lives up to his reputation!"
She had already come into contact with two generals of the Blackguard.
The last time, Situ He, made her feel as if she was facing an abyss that couldn't be spied on.
And this person was as deep as the ocean, immeasurable!
And this was just their usual state.
They were in a relaxed state.
Once they made a move, they would go all out...
Even if the consciousness of those Gods attacked with all their might, it would be impossible for them to defeat such a human.
Because they were already standing on the dividing line between humans and Gods.
"No wonder the Blackguard was able to make this huge country and the Gods of the world helpless and the demons submit..."
She sighed.
She lowered her head deeply.
… …
The taxi soon arrived at the square in front of the cemetery.
Ling Ping'an pulled over and got out of the car. He used his phone to pay for the taxi. Then, he carried his pet and today's offerings and walked over.
The square was filled with all kinds of luxury cars.
Although Ling Ping'an didn't recognize any of them, he couldn't tell the fancy car logos apart.
But he knew that each of these luxury cars was probably a limited edition model worth more than a few million yuan.
"There are so many rich people in this small Jiang City..." he shook his head and sighed.
Continuing forward, the parking lot in front of the cemetery was filled with state official cars.
Ling Ping'an walked to the door and took out his ID. After verifying it, he successfully entered the cemetery.
Following the road of the old year's memorial, he successfully walked to the grave of his parents.
As usual, this year, there were already state staff who had come to pay their respects.
In front of the grave, there was burnt paper ash.
Ling Ping'an placed his pet on the small path beside the grave. Then, he picked up a tool beside the grave and cleaned it up.
Then, he sat in front of the grave and looked at the blurry photo of his parents.
"Father... Mother..." he used the wine he brought to toast the two old people. "I'm here to see you again..."
"Today is the Winter Clothing Day. I'm worried that you won't have new clothes to wear or new quilts to cover..."
"I brought some for the two elders..."
He picked up the paper bag and placed it in front of the grave. "Do you see... these are the latest couple clothes and mandarin duck quilts!"
As he said that, he picked up the lighter and lit the paper bag.
Flames rose and smoke curled up.
Meow!
The kitten by the roadside meowed softly.
Ling Ping'an glanced at it and chuckled. Then, he nagged his parents, "Elders... I've failed in business..."
"It's been a long time since I had a customer..."
"I'm writing a book... it seems that my results are average..."
After the last test, his collection had increased by less than 800 yuan.
This week, he was simply running naked.
He understood that the website definitely had to be profitable.
He was used to it.
Anyway, writing books was a hobby.
In front of his parents' grave, he started talking, "In two weeks, I have to go to the imperial capital..."
"The two elders also know... I have face blindness... I really can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness..."
"But... there are three ways to be unfilial: having no descendants is the worst!"
"If it really doesn't work, I'll probably make do with it!"
In life, there were many unsatisfactory things.
Even Li Taibai and Tao Yuanming, who Ling Ping'an admired, were the same.
Mr. Taibai, in the Ming Dynasty, was unrestrained and unrestrained, but he had no choice but to be an advisor for others. His daughter had scattered and returned, but he often had to have a headache for his shameful wallet.
Tao Yuanming didn't bow down for five buckets of rice. He wanted to hide in the Peach Blossom Land, find his ideal country, and write his farewell poem. But in the end, he still had to face the daily necessities of life.
How could Ling Ping'an be an exception?
He was no exception.
He was well aware of this.
After all, living in the secular world would be restricted by the secular world.
Fortunately, materialists never worried about these things, nor would they complain about these things.
Materialists would take the initiative to face these problems optimistically and think of ways to solve them.
Ling Ping'an picked up his wine glass and toasted the two elders again, "Today is the Winter Clothes Festival. Put on your new clothes and go out for a walk..."
"Okay..."
"I've also prepared some dating expenses for the two elders!"
He picked up the stack of Heaven and Earth Bank banknotes and lit them with a lighter.
The paper and pen slowly burned. The breeze blew, making them burn even more thoroughly.
After burning the banknotes, Ling Ping'an's mission was completed.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods.
Coming here to pay respects was purely the result of the influence of tradition and culture.
Confucius said it well: Respect ghosts and gods and stay away.
Some of these traditional things were inferior if they were close, and disrespectful if they were far away.
It was very necessary to maintain a moderate distance.
"Let's go!" Ling Ping'an called out to his pet.
The little guy immediately followed his master's footsteps.
Meow!
It ran to the front happily.
Ling Ping'an smiled.
The man and the cat quickly walked out of the cemetery. He went to the entrance and looked around. When he saw that there were no cars, he took out his phone and called an online taxi.
Hugging his cat, he quietly squatted on a waiting seat in front of the parking lot and waited.
This waiting seat did not have a back.
Therefore, he gently leaned against the body of a small car behind him.
His cat was very sensible and lay in his arms, rubbing against his arms.
It seemed to be a little afraid of the cold.
… …
Lu Bao took the key and walked out of the cemetery.
He let out a long breath.
"The old man asked me to come to such a place to feel the cold wind... I really don't know what he was thinking..."
"I don't want to come next time!"
There was nothing good about the memorial ceremony.
Everyone stood there in a daze.
The only interesting thing was that there was an outrageously beautiful and cold woman in the crowd of people who were attending the memorial service.
Thinking of that woman, Lu Bao sighed.
"Damn it! Such a beautiful woman is actually a rich woman! "He became depressed.
To him, this was undoubtedly bad news, because it meant that he might not even be able to touch it.
After all, he had learned to use money over the years.
As for other skills?
He was really sorry!
Thinking of this, his heart burned with anger.
Because he could imagine that such a woman would definitely fall into the hands of those high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
Thinking of that cold-eyed and tall woman under someone else.
He was furious and his temper became violent.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! "He cursed and took out his car keys.
He pressed the button.
Beep Beep! Beep Beep!
A luxury car in front of the parking lot turned on its lights.
He walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.
"I'll find a place to vent my anger!" He thought, "I heard that a group of red-haired ghost girls came to the Autumn Edge Villa in the center of the city recently..."
"There seems to be a declining noble family among them..."
He licked his lips.
The red-haired women of the Land of Qin were once commoners' consumption in the Empire's romance industry.
However, in recent years, with the development of the animation and game industry, these women, who used to be rarely visited by the upper class, slowly became popular.
Thinking of this, his heart itched uncontrollably, so he stepped on the accelerator.
Bang!
The front of the car crashed into a waiting seat in front of him.
There seemed to be someone sitting in that seat?
Lu Bao was slightly stunned. After thinking for a moment, he still stopped the car.
After all, this was the cemetery for meritorious personnel. Who knew how many cameras there were?
He couldn't run.
Not to mention a rich second-generation heir like him.
Even the descendants of powerful nobles couldn't run.
He would definitely be in trouble if he ran!
No matter how much money he had, he would have to go to prison obediently.
"How unlucky!" He complained.
He could only pull out the key, open the car door, and take out his wallet at the same time.
Fortunately, he had money, a lot of money!
This was a good thing!
Especially since he had already seen that the person who had been hit by his car had already stood up.
He seemed to be fine, except for a little dust on his body.
Lu Bao laughed.
"Poor!" He said in his heart.
That person, from head to toe, was wearing 200 yuan or not. Even the reward he casually gave to the pimp in the brothel was more than that.
But on his face, he still revealed a hypocritical smile.
In the three hundred years of the Federal Empire, if there was anything that had taught these young masters.
Then, this matter must be something that could be solved with money. It was best not to think of other ideas.
So, he walked over.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
The other party raised his head, looked at Lu Bao, and shook his head. "I'm fine..."
"But..." he said, "Be careful when you drive!"
"Pay attention to public safety!"
Lu Bao listened and frowned.
F * ck!
How dare he put on airs in front of me?
He took out his wallet, took out a stack of 100 yuan bills, and threw them over.
Bills were thrown directly at the other party.
"Who told you to pretend?" Lu Bao thought, "Kneel down!"
He liked this kind of scene very much.
He liked to see others bend their knees in front of money and pick up the bills one by one.
It made him feel that he was a cut above others!
And this person...
This young man would definitely be no exception!
After all, his stack of bills was worth thousands!
It was more than his monthly salary, right?
And this little money was only enough for him to pour a glass of wine for a beauty in the brothel.
This was the difference!
The difference in status!
The difference in life!
It was also the absolute difference in resources!
Thus, Lu Bao curled his lips slightly. He smiled and said, "Pick it up!"
"This is my compensation for you..."
He liked this.
This made him feel happy!
There was nothing that made him happier than throwing money at people.
However, the other party did not seem to understand.
He frowned, patted the dust on his body, and asked doubtfully, "Your Excellency..."
"Have you heard of a saying..."
"A gentleman does not eat food given out of pity!"
He was very, very serious.
Lu Bao laughed. "Wow! Or a gentleman? "
"But you... are you worthy of being a 'gentleman'?"
"A pauper is not qualified to be a gentleman!"
This was the truth!
It had been the truth since ancient times!
A gentleman was like a knife, like a chisel, like a grinder.
That was a beautiful jade!
When did commoners and labourers deserve to be called a gentleman?
Those who could be called a gentleman, whether it was in ancient times or now, were all well-educated, wealthy, and had the power of the world in their hands. They were people who slept on the knees of beauties!
That kind of person was called a gentleman!
As for the person in front of him...
Cheap clothes, cheap glasses, cheap shoes, cheap buzz cut...
Hmm...
Only the cat in his arms might be valuable!
Cat?
He laughed.
"Sell this cat to me!"
He took out his checkbook. "Name your price!"
He wanted to use his ability to make this poor man understand what it meant to be a rich man.
When he gave in, knelt down, and was defeated by his ability to use money, he would deprive him of his hope.
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