Chapter 70 Stocks

Quan Heng plucked the beads and turned off the panel:

"Pollution is similar to nightmares. The principle of controlling SAN value is similar to controlling dreams: without fear, you will not lose your mind. Without weakness, the psychological defense will not collapse. Taoist Song, give it a try."

"Ah? What the hell? What did you just say?"

Song Jingyun was still confused and pointed to his ear, which was so loud, "I didn't hear clearly. I'm suffering from the side effects of the blue buff now! My mind is also very confused. You have to speak louder!"

"...Nothing, let's go."

"Oh... no, please walk slower!" Song Jingyun quickly caught up and couldn't help complaining, "Who on earth used the physical lock? Is this girl really a newbie? I think there is a real bug!"

As he walked, he twisted the sleeves of his Taoist robe and squeezed out the last bit of water. "It's almost dawn? We're fine. I don't know what's going on with the Lu family."

"How's it going?" Quan Heng smiled softly, "Senior, two great players who have competed in the global competition can't possibly be worse than us, right?"

"It's the global competition again," Song Jingyun shook off his wrinkled sleeves, "You seem to be very concerned about it and want to participate?"

"I heard that the director is very short of money," Quan Heng asked without answering, "The global competition has a lot of prize money, why don't you sign up?"

"I'm short of money, but it's not comfortable to make money. There are a lot of people in the club who care about this and that, and I don't want to get involved." Song Jingyun snorted, "Besides, do you think joining the club is to make money? They are trying to make money off you. !”

There was still some distance from the ancient town, so Quan Heng deliberately guided him: "What should I say?"

"Do you know that the mortality rate of the top five starters in the club rankings is as high as 50%? How passive is it once a club agreement is signed? Do you know how many players are driven crazy during the transfer period every season if they want to leave but can't?"

Song Jingyun took out the wine gourd from his [backpack]. He was already very eloquent and didn't hesitate when he said it:

"There are only a small number of people at the top of the food chain. Others are only exploited, but they are exploited more or less. I am not happy to be sold for money. Those top players above me, The officials of the big club don't treat the newcomers as human beings, but directly treat them as slaves.

"Newcomers are not allowed to come forward. If they accidentally get detained by Xue Zang, they will always be at the bottom. Most of the bottom members can't even be candidates and can only survive. Even those who are talented but are plotted to death by the internal power struggle are caught in large numbers. Enter what?"

He was very self-aware and self-deprecating:

"I have such a bad temper that I can't get into fights every now and then. What kind of club is this? It's not right for a game organization to leave the club. It's a group of jackals, tigers and leopards who are peeing everywhere to enclose the territory, and a nest of maggots is eating the whole water."

Quan Heng patiently listened to everything, then turned his head to look at Song Jingyun and said calmly:

"There are no tigers, but there are lions and bears - Taoist priest, do you think this is all caused by the club causing trouble?"

Song Jingyun was startled and frowned: "Then what do you want to say?"

"It's not [what I want to say], but [facts], doesn't Mr. Dao think that the existing regional stability in the border area is maintained by the club?"

Quan Heng plucked the beads slowly.

"Of course, I'm not defending clubs where the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. In the final analysis, they are just [interest groups] that inevitably exist after [capital accumulation]. The essence of the so-called food chain is [class]. What Taoist said about internal oppression is actually - class barrier.

"You want the newcomers, or more generally, the lower class to break down class barriers, achieve class leaps, and live happily, comfortably, and peacefully, right?"

Song Jingyun bit open the stopper of the wine gourd and paused when he heard this: "Isn't it possible?"

"You can, but it's difficult."

Quan Heng signaled to continue moving forward with a calm tone.

“Or to be realistic, this is almost impossible to accomplish in peacetime. After all, most of the existing high-level resources have been swallowed up by existing interest groups.

"A piece of pie is only so big. No one wants to share their own food, but they will not rashly compete for other people's resources. After all, the risk of snatching food from the mouth of a tiger with equal strength is very high, and the gain outweighs the loss, so I say that the club is seizing most of the resources. At the same time, it also maintained a certain degree of stability.

"Resources are limited. If you want to seize it, you have to make them spit out the cake and encourage them to tear it into pieces. After robbing the pieces, the less will make up more. Therefore, as the old Chinese saying goes, heroes emerge from troubled times. When the world is in chaos, only those at the bottom have a chance to rise to the top. But when the world is in chaos, The people who are most hurt are the general public.”

Song Jingyun's brows gradually furrowed as he heard this, and he squeezed the wine gourd tightly.

"But if we don't fight, are we going to be slaves for the rest of our lives? The border area is not ours. Living well here is a problem. It is not peaceful."

"So I say that the border area is regionally stable," Quan Heng said. "Correspondingly, the upward channels here are not blocked, and the barriers are not indestructible. There may even be a genius who changes the upper structure and carries out some reforms. It can still maintain the relative fairness of level-up, but it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.”

Song Jingyun hadn't digested it yet, but his mouth was faster than his brain, so he blurted out: "Then how to cure the root cause?!"

"That's all for today."

He was anxious, but Quan Heng seemed to have lost interest.

"Quan Heng——?!"

Song Jingyun grabbed her arm, which was really annoying.

He said he had a bad temper, but he followed Quan Heng when he blew up a boat and jumped into the sea. At most, he was verbose afterwards, and even though he looked angry, he didn't really get angry.

But in this matter, Song Jingyun was not willing to make a little joke or look carelessly.

Quan Heng looked at him along the lines of strength and suddenly laughed, making Song Jingyun's scalp numb:

“Actually, it’s not the dirty maggots that muddy the water, but the rotten ditches that breed countless maggots.

"Ask the canal how clear it is, so that there is a source of living water - I have a solution, but idealists who want to open a spring are all heroes. But heroes... let alone flowers on their tombs, they don't even have a tomb.

"——Do you want to be a hero?"

"I..." Song Jingyun frowned.

"Let's go." Quan Heng motioned for him to let go and turn forward.

The cold and lonely depression in the air also dissipated. Song Jingyun saw her walking in front. There was no starry sky in the new world. The night before dawn was extremely dark and thick like black fog. If you were not careful, you would get lost.

"I can't be a hero."

He suddenly spoke out. He wasn't struggling or dumb just now, he was just organizing his words.

"But if there really is such a person, no matter whether he is a genius or not, I will not stand idly by and watch. I will follow him."

Quan Heng paused.

"Although I'm not that capable, I do have some skills at least. When in danger, I can lead people to run away. I'm very good at teaching people to cherish their lives. I'm very good at it."

Song Jingyun said as he took a sip of wine, smacked his tongue, and raised the wine gourd as he should, sincerely and happily.

"I want to be a close friend with him and invite him to drink!"

Quan Heng turned sideways and looked at him quietly, then suddenly laughed two seconds later, making no sense:

"I like a stock."

"ah?"

Song Jingyun was immersed in rehearsing the loyalty of Jianghu in his mind. The BGM of "A Laugh in the Sea" was put on. He was confused by the jumping topic and tilted his head blankly while holding the wine gourd.

"What did you say?"

Why did I suddenly switch from martial arts to finance?

Quan Heng didn't answer and continued to move forward.

Song Jingyun didn't hesitate and took a few quick steps to keep up with her.

"How much does the Taoist Master know about Yujing Beidou?"

"Not much, I'm not interested, but I know that the Empire of Thorns is looking for him. If we enter this map, it will be obvious that we are going against them."

Empire of Thorns.

Club rankings, ranked second.