Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 449 A Free Spirit Beyond Its Time

In the end, Wen San and Manager Qi couldn't dissuade Ximen Lang from trying it out and tasting what the bulk wine was like. They gave him a little bit of the bulk wine and let him taste its saltiness.

Then, Ximen Lang was surprised to discover.

"This wine is surprisingly good."

Of course, it's definitely strong, and it really doesn't taste good.

But compared to the wine sold by Ga Zi
That's definitely fantastic!
At least it is indeed brewed from pure grains, and not mixed with all sorts of random things, that is beyond doubt!
So, although this stuff doesn't taste very good, it's not nearly as bad as Simon Lang imagined.

At least, it's not a problem to try it out of curiosity.

But that's all.

In addition, Ximen Lang himself didn't like spicy and strong liquor, feeling that drinking it was pointless and just making himself suffer.

So, he only tried it briefly, leaving Wen San and Manager Qi with a "good" evaluation that was clearly not against their conscience, but in their eyes it was.

Then, as they chatted, inevitably, Ximen Lang and Wen San started talking about their mutual friend, the colleague who had told Ximen Lang about Wen San's situation.

Because Wen San was genuinely curious.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Ximen Lang is from a completely different world.

Those whom he calls colleagues are, of course, just like him, on a completely different level and in a completely different social class.

But what happened? Not only did this person recognize him, but it seemed that he often talked about him with Ximen Lang, so much so that Ximen Lang recognized him from the vast crowd at a glance!
How could this not puzzle Wen San?
I really want to understand this issue and figure out what's going on.

After bending over to pour Ximen Lang another cup of wine, Wen San couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Lang, someone of your status shouldn't have any dealings with someone like me, right? How did you find out about me? And with such detail? Can you tell me how your colleague knows me?"

Ximen Lang didn't like hearing that.

"Wen San, your understanding is not so good. Although I do have some spare money and a certain status, ultimately, we are still the same, people with the same personality!"

"Even if the job content is different, that's just a difference in the social division of labor. In essence, there is no distinction between high and low, noble and lowly. Everyone is equal, so you really don't need to think too highly of me or look down on me."

Ximen Lang's words came from the bottom of his heart, especially after being inspired by Lao Luo, Bai Ling, and so many other positive things. Ximen Lang truly came to agree with the profound meaning of these words.

But these words were extremely harsh to Wen San, who had struggled at the bottom of society for most of his life.

Because similar remarks were not only made by Ximen Lang, but also by the bald man.

Even those damned Japanese devils spread similar propaganda.

"But what was the result? Did it stop me from eating noodles made from a mix of wood chips, sand, and pebbles? And all those 'isms' that bald guy was promoting—what a load of rubbish! When they were making huge sums of dirty money, why didn't they think of me?"

"Those black-clad people would squeeze every last drop of oil out of a beggar! As for me? Let's not even go there! I've been through famine, bandits, hooligans, bullies, and thugs all these years!"

"And that bald-headed bastard's gold yuan notes! I'm just a stinking rickshaw puller, and they all want to squeeze money out of me! I've worked hard my whole life, and I'm still just a stinking rickshaw puller, but what about them? Kings and generals are still kings and generals, they haven't changed in all these years!"

"So what you're saying, I really don't feel comfortable listening to it, it's just not very pleasant."

His long rant, drawing on his experiences throughout most of his life, left Ximen Lang speechless, his eyes wide with disbelief. He didn't even know where to begin refuting him.

Just as Ximen Lang was somewhat at a loss when Wen San asked him a question,

"I feel that the world is indeed much, much better than before; it's not fair to generalize," Wen San added, speaking a few more words of fairness.

"Of course, what I just said is all from the old society. Now, you know what, I'm actually doing pretty well. Although I'm still a stinking rickshaw puller, it's different, really different."

"Let me put it this way: ever since the PLA entered the city, I've had a house, I've changed my car, and all the thugs and bandits who bullied me have been executed. And now I can even get a few dozen yuan a month in wages."

"Just like this lotus root, looking back on most of my life, I only had a chance to drink and live a carefree life for a short time because of Master Xu's financial support and the fact that I owned a rickshaw. But now, as you can see, I come here every day! I can order any dish I want without any hesitation!"

Zheng San was blowing his whistle and whistles, but Manager Qi, who had known Wen San for almost half his life, couldn't stand it anymore.

"You think you can just order whatever you want? Give me a break. You're only generous at the beginning of the month. By the end of the month, you're always just buying a couple of ounces of cheap liquor."

Good heavens, they've completely exposed Wen San's true colors.

However, this also proves from another perspective that Wen San is indeed living a pretty good life now, and what he said is true.

Wen San is the kind of person who lives for the moment, and doesn't care about tomorrow's troubles. In layman's terms, he's always living paycheck to paycheck, which is why he's so strapped for cash at the end of the month.

Ximen Lang listened with great interest and couldn't help but chime in.

"Wen San, I see you've earned quite a bit this month. If you take on some side jobs, you'll be living no worse than others. Why don't you save some money to get married and settle down? If you keep spending money so recklessly, what will you do when you get old and can't work anymore?"

"Then I'll just collapse into my little hut and forget about everyone else. Just treat my little hut as my tomb."

Good heavens, his carefree and unrestrained style is so far ahead of its time that Ximen Lang was speechless for a moment.

He could only point to Wen San and say helplessly.

"You, really!"

Then he stopped trying to persuade her further.

I even admire Wen San's carefree attitude, which is far ahead of its time.

Seeing that Wen San really suited his taste.

I thought to myself, no wonder Wen San has so many benefactors supporting him; it turns out that chatting with him is really interesting.

Thinking this, Ximen Lang also had the idea of ​​teasing Wen San.

Perfect timing, isn't he just curious about who his colleague is?
Tell him directly.

He beckoned to Wen San, who was talking in a cryptic tone, and gestured for him to move closer.

Ximen Lang said in a low voice.

"My colleague is none other than Xu Jingge, the Kuomintang spy you know!"

The voice just fell.

puff.

Before he could even sit properly, Wen San crawled under the table.

(End of this chapter)