Naming Technique of the Night

"Do you blame me for these years?" the middle-aged woman asked.

"I don't blame you; I blame myself for being immature when I was younger. Back then, you always advised me to take some courses and study, but I never listened to you. Now that I'm this age, I've started reading and learning," Luo Wanya said.

The middle-aged woman took out her wallet and pulled out a card: "In the past, you always avoided me and didn't dare to come see me. This time, you're coming openly, so you must have really let it go. Lao Luo, thank you for 21 years."

Lao Luo rubbed the steering wheel: "Why thank me? I wasted two years of your time, making you worry all the time being with me."

The woman placed the bank card on the Bentley's center console: "The bank card is under your name, and the money inside is what you secretly sent me over the years, totaling 4.31 million. I've been keeping it for you, just in case someday you needed it to run away urgently. Now it seems, there's no need for me to help you prepare anymore; let the person you like take care of it for you."

"Alright," Luo Wanya slowly nodded, "Anything else you want to tell me?"

Suddenly, the woman said, "Lao Luo, make sure to do things you won't regret when you're old, don't just drift through life."

Luo Wanya smiled wryly: "You better go upstairs, or your husband might overthink things."

The woman got out of the car and went upstairs.

Luo Wanya sat idly in the car for a long time, many things he never explained.

The woman misunderstood some things.

It's not that he liked someone else; he just came to take a look and ultimately felt that the one he likes the most is still the woman without perfume and who doesn't know how to talk about love.

He used to tell others that when he ran, his wife took the money with her, so his conscience could be somewhat appeased.

But only he knew, when he was young, he didn't have any money for anyone to take away; he was dirt poor. The other person was simply completely disappointed.

Luo Wanya looked at the bank card the woman gave, sitting in the car for a long time.

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Countdown 28:00:00.

In a high-end restaurant.

Luo Wanya asked: "What you said yesterday, what did it mean? Can you elaborate?"

The female teacher swirled the wine glass in her hand, smiling, "I just don't understand why you're willing to work under a high school student? If you'd like, I can help you plan a new organizational structure and also act as a development consultant over there."

Luo Wanya was silent for a while: "You're a Time Traveler, aren't you?"

The female teacher hesitated for a second: "Yes."

Luo Wanya smiled, wiped his mouth, and said, "I'll seriously consider what you said. Let's go, I'll take you home."

After saying this, he drove the female teacher home, then left, leaving her standing alone downstairs, watching the car's taillights grow more distant.

Back in the villa area, Luo Wanya parked the car in the courtyard, hesitated for more than ten minutes, and finally deleted the female teacher's contact information.

Luo Wanya chuckled to himself, as if mocking himself, or perhaps fate.

He opened the car door, got out, took off the tie around his neck, and murmured, "I wonder who invented the tie, it's so uncomfortable. Red wine isn't that great either; no matter how much you drink, you never get drunk."

There was music playing inside the villa, with the guys who had finished work gathering together, drinking beer, and eating cold dishes.

Luo Wanya picked up a glass of beer on the table and drank it in one go, then grabbed a few bites with chopsticks he didn't know whose they were.

One of the guys laughed, "Lao Luo, didn't you go for a fancy dinner tonight? Why are you eating like a starving ghost?"

Luo Wanya grumbled, "Today's restaurants are all scams, the portions are so small, like feeding a cat, not at all satisfying."

He knew these were two different lifestyles, and that one didn't suit him.

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At midnight, Luo Wanya sat in the study flipping through notes, unable to resist reminiscing about the female teacher's allure.

Her slender waist and voluptuous hips, walking in black high heels like a seductive wildcat.

Luo Wanya scratched his head, continued reviewing knowledge points, and was going to take online courses later.

The online courses he bought were expensive, costing tens of thousands for a set.

Just then, Qing Chen pushed open the study door, found a place to sit, and smiled, "I heard from the guys downstairs that you're having romantic luck?"

Luo Wanya snorted, "A romantic disaster."

Qing Chen didn't delve into the gossip, but was somewhat curious: "Why did you suddenly become fond of learning?"

Luo Wanya contemplated, and thoughtfully answered, "In the first half of my life, I actually lived muddleheaded. When others said selling VCDs made money, I sold VCDs. When others said selling pagers made money, I sold pagers. When others said the investment and guarantee was good, I went into investment and guarantee... It was just for making money, without any goal. Thinking back now, other than having some money, I'm not much different from all the ordinary people living mediocre lives. My ex-wife tells me to do things I won't regret when I'm old, but I don't know what I should do to avoid regret."

Qing Chen laughed, "Isn't having money a good thing? When I was poor before, I always wished I could walk with my head down, hoping to find a coin on the ground. Sometimes when I saw a disabled person begging on the roadside, I would look at the money in his bowl and think, why don't I just take a hit at it? Of course, I held back."

Luo Wanya chuckled and said, "People say thirty is for establishing, forty for understanding without doubt, but here I am almost fifty, and my mind is still full of doubts. I can't even figure out how I should live this life."

Qing Chen was silent for a moment and then said, "Confucius said thirty is for establishing, forty is for understanding without doubt. It means when there are thirty enemies, it's worth me standing up to fight them. When there are forty enemies, I can fight them clearly without any doubt."

Luo Wanya fell silent: "The way you put it, Confucius sounds a bit like an underworld boss."

"Haha," Qing Chen laughed, "Actually, I think forty without doubt means that even if something unclear happens, by the age of forty, one won't bother to investigate. You're suddenly keen to learn, which surprises me a bit. Why, looking to change your way of life?"

Luo Wanya mused, "I've been thinking these past couple of days, after spending most of my life in mediocrity, what can I do to not regret it later on? Zhang Qinghuan might be a bit reckless, but something he said struck a chord with me. Everything he did in the past was to make his life better, but that kind of happiness is limited. Now, what we are doing is to make others' lives better, and that kind of happiness is hard to exhaust. In the past, I wouldn't necessarily submit to you; I called you boss because I knew when and what to do, and which big thigh to hold on to."

Luo Wanya: "But things might be a bit different now. The things you want to do now, I truly never thought of doing before. My studying right now feels aligned with that goal, it's definitely better than what I used to do. Of course, the day you stop doing this, I'll also leave White Day to do my own thing."

Qing Chen laughed. Luo Wanya, this kind of underworld boss, his past demeanor of submission was just his way of surviving, a demonstration of how well-versed he was in the ways of the world.

His proficiency in the ways of the world makes it so that sometimes others might really believe he is utterly loyal to Qing Chen.

But could someone who's been hustling in the underworld for decades really be easily loyal to one person?

Qing Chen smiled and said, "Lao Luo, you're not pretending to be loyal anymore. You've gained a bit of genuine sincerity, almost like you have some youthful spirit."

"At fifty, where would I find youthful spirit," Luo Wanya sighed, "It's just waking up from a long dream."

"What about that female teacher?" Qing Chen asked curiously.

"Deleted," Luo Wanya didn't elaborate further.

In his life, he had seen many ambitious people and knew what they looked like.

They would initially appear as considerate persuaders, then try to manipulate you and swallow everything you have.

If it were before, Luo Wanya wouldn't mind interacting with this ambitious person a bit more, but now it's different. He only regrets not moving fast enough down this path, so he must travel light and simply.

Qing Chen asked, "Are you sure you want to continue with the Inner World project?"

Luo Wanya nodded, "Sure."

Qing Chen asked, "Do you know, though the Parents' Meeting is still very secretive now, one day, it will surely be fiercely suppressed by all the conglomerates. They will hunt you, massacre you, hang you in the slums for all to see, and destroy everything you are doing now."

Just like what happened to the forebears in the Outer World, betrayal, massacre, torture, alienation; the conglomerates will stop at nothing to deal with this organization that wants to overthrow the world.

There will inevitably be sacrifices.

At this moment, in their conversation, Qing Chen and Luo Wanya added some genuine sincerity and candor.

Qing Chen revealed that bloody foreseeable result to Luo Wanya.

Luo Wanya said earnestly, "I can imagine it. I've been studying that part of history recently. But since you, Boss, know that you'll face suppression from the conglomerates, why still proceed? Why start something that will ultimately be destroyed?"

Qing Chen said, "I want to plant some seeds, so that the people in the slums, who have seen the light, will one day no longer tolerate the darkness."

"Understood."

Qing Chen said, "I've already prepared myself mentally. I hope you are the same, maybe starting today, we can truly consider ourselves as fellow travelers... I'm very curious, do you not regret deleting that female teacher?"

"I'll just head to the Red Light District," Luo Wanya laughed, "It's quite nice there."

Qing Chen smiled helplessly, "Well, that's up to you... Now we are being watched, I need you to coordinate the entire White Day's relocation, leaving this place before danger arrives. White Day is too famous now, it's like a target."

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In the morning, Liu Dezhu and Nan Gengchen went to the school to handle the transfer procedures, while Jiang Xue took Li Tongyun and Jinguji Maki to handle XiaoTongyun's transfer and her job transfer; she had decided to teach art at the new school.

After the two groups left, Qing Chen also went out on an electric scooter. They all wore Bluetooth headsets, looking more like they were on a mission rather than processing school transfers.

After Jiang Xue and Li Tongyun finished the procedures, they went to Wangfujing, Nanchang Road, Los Angeles, and bought Jinguji Maki a few new outfits. Due to her still being sulking with XiaoTongyun, she didn't buy anything for her.

At noon, after having lunch, Jiang Xue took the two girls to the back door of the mall where goods are loaded.

A car was already waiting there to pick up the three of them and head straight to Zheng City.

In the Bluetooth headset, Luo Wanya said, "Boss, Group A is successful."

Qing Chen rode the electric scooter away from Wangfujing, heading to Los Angeles Foreign Language School: "Prepare to support Group B."

He wanted White Day to disappear from everyone's sight, to prevent anyone from ambushing them on their way to Zheng City.

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Happy New Year everyone!

Seeking the monthly base ticket!