The most romantic little emperor

In the private room on the other side, the atmosphere was equally subtle and warm.

Dong Sicheng looked at Zhu Yongkang, who was full of vigor and vitality on the stage, with an admiring smile on his face. He turned to Zhu Gui beside him and said, "Old Zhu, your son is really better than you, and has quite a bit of your demeanor back then."

Li Zhen nodded slightly, and couldn't help laughing, with a hint of teasing in his laughter: "Haha, Xiao Guizi, sometimes the arrangements of fate are really wonderful."

"Fortunately, this kid didn't listen to your arrangement. If he had entered the military camp, he would have been bound by the rules and regulations and would have had difficulty in displaying his talent for business."

"In this case, wouldn't the business community of Daxia be missing a young leader who can change the world?"

Seeing this, other ministers also echoed it, and their words were full of recognition and praise for Zhu Yongkang.

Zhu Gui's eyes gently swept over his son who was full of vigor and vitality in the field. His heart was filled with indescribable joy, but he laughed and scolded: "My useless son learned this from his elder brother. Both brothers are not easy to deal with. Neither of them inherited my legacy."

"Speaking of which, it is my caring daughter who has truly inherited my legacy, which makes me feel very gratified."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the ministers smiled knowingly. Their laughter was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples, warm and joyful.

At this moment, on the stage, Zhu Yongkang's eyes swept across the guests below the stage, with a brilliant smile on his face. He spoke slowly in a tone full of vicissitudes: "Dear guests present, I have often pondered recently, what kind of people can be called nobles?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and many people were stunned. Naturally, no one responded.

Zhu Yongkang raised a meaningful smile and turned to face the void, as if asking himself, or awakening his sleeping soul: "Is it to own mountains of gold and silver and enjoy the prosperity of the world, or to be well-read and have a deep knowledge of poetry and literature? Or is it to be detached from the world, independent and free to fly in the sky of thought?"

After he finished speaking, he changed the subject, his tone becoming more excited: "Or is it the pinnacle of power, the majesty that everyone obeys? The dignity flowing in your blood, the glory passed down from generation to generation? The respected status, the existence that people look up to? Or is it the favored child of heaven who comes from a famous family and has his own halo?"

His voice gradually rose as his words progressed, exploding like thunder in everyone's heart, shaking everyone's mind.

Those deep eyes sparkled with wisdom and insight, as if they could see directly into the deepest desires and confusions in people's hearts.

"Neither! Or maybe both." His voice suddenly became deep, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone, making them hold their breath involuntarily.

It has to be said that Zhu Yongkang's pretentious attitude unexpectedly weaved a mysterious web among the crowd, making people feel itchy.

Everyone stared at Zhu Yongkang on the stage with wide eyes, wanting to hear him talk about what kind of people are so-called aristocrats.

Zhu Yongkang saw that his topic had already aroused everyone present, so he talked freely: "Just think about it, everyone. A plate of green vegetables can be easily exchanged for just a few copper coins in a simple tavern in a small alley in the market. It is a daily meal on the tables of ordinary people."

"However, when this dish is placed in a wealthy restaurant in the capital, it costs hundreds of coins to taste it. It is a symbol of wealth and status, and a touch of luxury in the ups and downs of the business world."

"But the most intriguing thing is that the price of this dish of green vegetables in the most prestigious restaurant in the capital city has jumped to three taels of silver."

"Why is the same dish of green vegetables worth thousands of times more? Have you ever thought about it? Who gave this dish its value?"

Many people fell silent upon hearing this. With their frowned brows, they seemed to have really started to think about this question that they had never thought about before.

At this time, a noble young man dressed in gorgeous clothes and with extraordinary temperament, with a gentle smile on his lips, slowly walked into everyone's sight.

He coughed lightly and spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone, I am not talented, but I am willing to help you solve your doubts. What Master Zhu said just now is because the worlds we live in are very different. Everyone is in different positions and uses different materials. How can their values ​​be compared? Therefore, the price of the same plate of vegetables is naturally very different..."

"Wrong! Absolutely wrong!" Before the young man finished speaking, Zhu Yongkang directly refuted him, causing the people around him to look at him sideways and be filled with doubts.

A businessman who usually deals with grain frowned and interrupted with a puzzled look on his face: "What the young master said just now seems reasonable."

"Let me ask you, how can the vegetables picked in ordinary restaurants on the streets be compared with the delicacies in the most prestigious restaurants in the capital? Isn't this the reason for the price difference?"

Zhu Yongkang narrowed his eyes and said leisurely, "How good can a vegetable be? Even if the imperial chef in the palace has superb cooking skills, can he turn the rotten vegetables into a roasted whole lamb?"

As soon as these words were spoken, some people at the table couldn't help but cover their mouths with their sleeves and chuckle.

Indeed, vegetables are just vegetables after all. How can they be compared with the roasted whole lamb that is crispy on the outside, tender on the inside and full of fragrance?

At this time, Li Shishi, who was standing by, opened her red lips slightly, her eyes flickering with curiosity, and pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Mr. Zhu, what you said makes sense, but how can there be such a huge difference between them?"

Zhu Yongkang pretended to be hesitant and slowly gave an answer: "All this is because of 'people'."

Just imagine, in an ordinary alley, a plate of vegetables might be worth only a few copper coins, and it is ordinary, but if it were us, sitting around the fire and chatting, gathering together in elegance, its value would soar, and it would not be surprising to be worth hundreds of coins or even two or three taels of silver. "

"Why? Because we are the ones who determine the value of things! This dish of vegetables can only be sold at such a high price because we are the ones eating it!"

"Its fate has changed because of us. This is nobility, and everyone here is a noble!"

When these words were spoken, everyone at the table was stunned, and then they nodded one after another, secretly admiring Zhu Yongkang's unique insights.

Zhu Yongkang spoke passionately, his words resonating and his saliva splashing everywhere, "Ladies and gentlemen, are we tasting the vegetables on the plate? No! That is something that ordinary people cannot understand. It is the loneliness and detachment of being at the top!"

"Even if it's just a glass of water or a piece of cake! But as long as it passes through our hands, its value will undergo a qualitative leap! Because we are nobles, we give it value!"

"Even the most ordinary glass of water or a piece of bread will be given new value once it passes through our hands. Why? Because we are nobles. Our existence itself redefines and sublimates the value of all things!"