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Li Xiangqian's heart was churning. He tried to regain his rationality, but his boss's nonchalant look aroused his deep-seated anger. "You said I guessed?" Li Xiangqian's words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth. "You know that she doesn't understand these things at all, how can you do this?" His heart beat faster, and every nerve in his body was tense, as if a thin thread was about to break.

"Are you blaming me?" The boss raised his eyebrows slightly, looking relaxed, as if everything was under control. "Mr. Li, you really think too much. I am just doing business as usual. Some people are willing to buy, some are willing to sell, and everyone can live well. Why are you standing by and making moral judgments on others?"

Li Xiangqian almost felt like he was about to explode. His eyes were fixed on his boss, and the voice in his heart surged like a tide, "Do you really think you did nothing wrong? You let her money go down the drain, don't you feel uneasy?"

The boss's eyes were still cold, and the smile on his lips seemed to never change. "Uneasy?" The boss chuckled, "Do you want me to feel guilty, or do you want me to change something?" He seemed to think that Li Xiangqian's anger was just a passing cloud and not worth mentioning at all. "You'd better understand, Mr. Li, no one in this world can change me."

Li Xiangqian's eyes flashed with complex emotions. His boss' words kept echoing in his mind. He was deeply puzzled by his attitude towards life and business. No matter what he said, the man in front of him was still stubborn, still immersed in his narrow world, and didn't care about other people's feelings.

"So you are so self-righteous that you think you can do whatever you want?" Li Xiangqian's tone was a little harsh, his eyes were sharp and full of provocation, "You think you are not wrong, right?"

The boss paused and sneered, "Wrong? There is no so-called 'right' or 'wrong' in business, Mr. Li, there are only gains and losses." He looked into Li Xiangqian's eyes, which were cold and arrogant, as if he could see through everything. "In this world, what we pursue is profit, not morality. If you put morality above business, you are doomed to fail."

Li Xiangqian's face instantly turned livid. He could almost feel every nerve in his heart aching, and the uncontrollable anger almost made him lose his mind. He wanted to refute, to use all his indignation to tear off this cold mask and tell his boss that the world is not only about interests. However, the words in front of him made him fall into a deep silence.

"You..." Li Xiangqian suddenly stopped talking, his lips trembling slightly, "Do you really think you can live in peace like this for the rest of your life? One day, others will know what you have done, and then no matter what you do, you won't be able to make up for it."

The boss looked at Li Xiangqian, his eyes were calm, and he shrugged gently, "Mr. Li, I admit that I don't care what others think. You are right, someone will know one day. But so what? As long as I can continue to survive, none of this matters."

Li Xiangqian's chest felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him and making him unable to breathe. His heart began to waver, as if the boss's calmness and composure had shattered the last glimmer of hope in his heart. He originally thought that he could stop the boss's behavior in this way, or at least make the boss feel a little regret, even if it was just a little bit. But now he realized that he was just venting his powerless anger at a cold wall.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He began to understand that the conversation between him and his boss had not actually changed anything, but had only made him feel more powerless. It seemed that all he could do was to endure it all.

Li turned forward and walked slowly towards the store door, his steps were somewhat heavy. Every step seemed to be a profound farewell to himself. The boss's words were like a sharp knife cutting his heart, and the pain gradually spread, making him feel like a loser, an insignificant individual in the torrent of the world.

The moment he stepped out of the door, he stopped. The sun shone on his face, but the warm light seemed unable to dispel the haze in his heart. He stood on the street, took a deep breath, looked back at the still closed store door, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Li Xiangqian knew that the conversation with his boss was not over. Perhaps one day, he would come back here and confront the indifferent man again, or he would find a way to fight back against this injustice. But at this moment, he felt only heavy and lost in his heart, as if no matter what he did, in the end, he would just be fighting against the whole world alone.

He looked down at his clenched fists, and the emotion in his heart was suppressed again.

Li Xiangqian stood at the door, head down, the surging emotions in his mind gradually calmed down a little, but the anger in his heart still did not dissipate. He knew that this trip would not easily gain the boss's approval or change anything. The man in front of him, like an immovable mountain, stood there and stared at him coldly, as if he turned a blind eye to everything around him.

At this moment, the boss suddenly spoke, his voice still in that unhurried tone, but with a hint of provocation: "Since you are so sure that I did something wrong, then produce the evidence, Mr. Li." He leaned behind the counter with his hands folded, as if he had expected Li Xiangqian to react like this.

Li Xiangqian paused, his anger rising instantly. He had not expected his boss to make such a request directly. Evidence? He sneered in his heart. Did this person really think that others could change everything with that kind of human feelings, morality and trust?

He took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from falling into a rage. Facing his boss's indifference, he could almost feel the provocative breath, piercing his heart like a sharp blade. Li Xiangqian had never felt so powerless, as if even with thousands of words, he could not shake the wall in front of him.

"Evidence?" Li Xiangqian laughed dumbly. "What kind of evidence do you think can prove that you did these things?" He stared at the boss, with a hint of disdain in his tone. "You knew that the old lady didn't understand these things at all, but you used this method to make money from her. Tell me, who can have clearer evidence than you?"