Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

Li Xiangqian stood at the street corner. The afternoon sun was still shining outside, and the air was filled with a slight smell of dust. But his heart was in a mess. He suddenly felt powerless, as if all these had not been answered, and the anger and unwillingness still lingered in his heart.

He knew that he still needed time, and perhaps only true calmness could help him find a way out. But at this moment, the agitation and uneasiness in his heart seemed to pull him back to his original impulse and anger - this confrontation was probably just beginning.

Li Xiangqian felt more and more depressed. He stood at the door of his boss's shop and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his anger. However, the boss still stood behind the counter, looking at him coldly. Li Xiangqian clenched his fists. He felt a surge of resentment rolling in his chest, as if something heavy weighed down his chest.

He did not go back, but stepped back into the store, his eyes fixed on the boss.

"Do you think I can't tell what you're doing?" Li Xiangqian's voice became low, with a sense of depression that was about to explode. His hands unconsciously grasped the corners of his clothes, tightly holding them, as if this could slow down the violent fluctuations in his heart. "You used fake things to deceive the old lady, knowing clearly that she couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake, but you still did such a thing. I ask you, why?!"

The boss still had no special reaction, and the smile on his face seemed to be used to all this. That expression was both indifferent and perfunctory, with an elusive calmness. His voice was still that calm and almost cold tone: "Mr. Li, in the business world, everyone is doing the same thing. You don't really think you have discovered some big secret here, do you?" His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see Li Xiangqian's inner emotions through his eyes.

Li Xiangqian's anger rose again, but at this moment, he felt calmer. He stared at his boss, as if he could see all the answers from this hypocritical face. He clenched his teeth and asked softly, "Is this how you view what you did? Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

The coldness in the boss's eyes became more and more apparent, but his tone was still so relaxed, as if Li Xiangqian's doubts were just irrelevant nonsense. "Guilt? That's your own business, not mine." He shrugged with a nonchalant tone. "You should understand that market competition is like this. Whoever can stand firm is qualified to continue."

These words made Li Xiangqian feel his heart sink, as if a cold breath spread all around him. He clenched the wooden back of the chair on the table with both hands, and his knuckles turned white from the force. The air seemed to suddenly become heavy, his heart beat faster, and his mind was filled with surging emotions.

"So, this is how you treat other people's trust?" Li Xiangqian finally couldn't help it, and his voice began to become sharp. "You use other people's ignorance to make your own profits, and don't care about other people's pain and loss? You are such a cold-blooded person!"

The boss smiled slightly, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes, as if Li Xiangqian's words were just petty complaints. "If you can really make some achievements, maybe you will understand that in the business world, feelings are not worth mentioning, and only interests can make you go further." The indifference and condescending attitude in his tone almost made Li Xiangqian's anger explode.

"It's ridiculous for you to say that." Li Xiangqian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Do you think your world is only about interests and everything else is not worth mentioning? Aren't you afraid that one day, others will see through the dirty things you have done?"

The boss was slightly stunned, then he smiled again, his tone becoming more calm: "So what if you see it clearly? Who can control me?" His words were full of confidence, and that confidence almost made Li Xiangqian feel sick. The boss's attitude was always high and mighty, as if he was the master who controlled everything in this small street, and the others were just insignificant pawns in his eyes.

Li Xiangqian felt a strong sense of unwillingness. He clenched his hands even tighter, and the knuckles of his fingertips turned white. The tense atmosphere in the air seemed to become more intense as his words gradually became more intense. He lowered his head and looked at the boss's mechanized records on the desk. It seemed as if nothing happened, but he suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He bit his lower lip lightly and stared at his boss: "I really don't understand why you can be so cold-blooded and why you can do this with a clear conscience."

The boss's smile remained calm: "This is business." He said lightly, "You may not understand, but you have to understand that only by adapting to this rule can you survive."

Li Xiangqian felt dizzy and the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, as if a huge force was about to overwhelm him. He originally thought that he could still resist based on his instinct and struggle based on the unwillingness in his heart, but at this moment, he suddenly felt how small and powerless he was. Facing such a deep-minded and unshakable boss, what could he do?

He took a deep breath, trying to control himself from being swallowed by this emotion, but the unwillingness and resentment still entangled him tightly. Li Xiangqian began to understand that he was not only fighting with this boss, he was fighting against the rules of the whole world. In this world full of interests and calculations, how can there be so much fairness and justice?

Li Xiangqian stood there, silently looking at his boss in front of him. His anger had been suppressed to the point where he could hardly bear it, but he also knew that today's conversation would probably not bring him any substantial changes. His anger could not change his boss's mentality, and he was still on this complicated road, unable to find a real way out.

He turned around and left the shop silently. The anger in his heart still did not dissipate, but became even stronger.

Li Xiangqian stood at the door, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down. The conversation with his boss just now made him more emotional. The anger in his heart did not dissipate, but instead accumulated in his chest, as if a mountain of oppression had been pressing heavily on him. His fingers were slightly numb, and every inch of his body was filled with tension.

The boss stood in the store, still unmoved. He folded his hands on the table and looked at Li Xiangqian coldly, as if he didn't care about his questioning. "I didn't do what you said, Mr. Li, so don't make random guesses anymore." The boss' tone was still calm and a little provocative.