I am not Ximen Qing.

Shanghai is China's financial center, while Hangzhou is undoubtedly China's cultural center throughout history. Zhang Sheng began to yearn for it and was filled with dreamy imagination. He wanted to experience the charm of Shanghai first and then visit West Lake!

The highly educated assistant at Buddha's Hand Company was incredibly efficient. Since the company headquarters was engaged in a fierce competition with GTC's virtual digital currency branch, pursuing the ultimate in speed and excitement, high-speed rail no longer met his work requirements. He opted for a direct flight to Shanghai, where he could admire the magnificent landscapes and historical sites of the motherland from the airplane window. The assistant asked Zhang Sheng if he could arrange a taxi. Taking the subway was too slow; they wanted to go directly to the airport in Shunyi. Zhang Sheng agreed and waited in the taxi aisle between Caesars No. 9 buildings. Finally, a taxi arrived. The middle-aged driver was quite excited upon hearing that they were going to the airport, because it meant one fare followed by another – an airport fare! That was truly a daytime "great food," a real treat for taxi drivers.

The area surrounding Caesars No. 9 is a highly developed commercial district with numerous financial institutions. Everyone around Caesars No. 9 is driven by a thirst for money; they all aspire to become true billionaires. The driver sees Zhang Sheng as a gentleman, and Zhang Sheng, in turn, treats him as a servant. They go together to pick up the assistant. The assistant is at the company headquarters handing over business to the Lingzhi Center near the garden. This area is Zhang Sheng's secret garden. Olympic Forest Park is Zhang Sheng's kingdom of poetry, his Goethe's paradise, and a fantasy amidst the reeds. Only the reeds in the summer wetlands retain pure pastoral naturalism, the meaning of life at Walden Pond. In the lotus pond among the reeds, there are water birds, wild ducks, mandarin ducks, geese, and swans. Why did those beautiful white swans disappear?

That beautiful solo dancer, with her alluring, angelic beauty, her reed-woven raincoat couldn't conceal her captivating charm. The young woman skipped and hopped on a long, wooden bridge winding its way into the depths of the dense reeds. Within the reeds lay a lotus pond, where lotus blossoms and leaves intertwined, their green and pink hues creating a scene of poetic beauty. Zhang Sheng had never seen such an immaculate virgin; she was the purest angel. Her face, bathed in the sun's heat, was streaked with sweat. The hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind. Cicadas sang their praises, and sparrows appeared like rainbows after the sun had been swept away by clouds. The pond was crystal clear, its aquatic plants and red koi swimming freely. This was a middle summer dream, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of lotus blossoms emanating from her. Walking past her, he could breathe in the sweet fragrance of lotus blossoms she exuded.

"Mommy, Mommy, are you done taking pictures?"

"It's done," Zhang Sheng said, not interrupting the girl's photoshoot. He only remembered the moment when the girl's legs jumped up, displaying youthful beauty. Caesar 9 was too close to Olympic Park, so he could only extend his affection to it. He imagined a beautiful girl dancing alone in the Olympic Park wetlands, a girl dancing among the reeds being the most beautiful. "Girl Among the Reeds" was born unintentionally. He had decided to create this artwork after returning from Shanghai and Hangzhou. He had developed a slight liking for Zhang Daqian because Zhang Daqian was very good at commercializing his artwork. The assistant's gait was somewhat similar to Song Yu's because of playing football. He asked Zhang Sheng what books he had read. A bit abruptly, Zhang Sheng could only say...

"Having read Rousseau's works,"

Why do you like Rousseau's works?

"Because Rousseau liked old ladies."

"You like older women, that's what attracts you."

"Not an old lady, but a French president, much like Rousseau. The French are quite romantic; they understand what true love is. Everyone says they really like older women... I forgot his name, don't laugh at me."

"Me too, Macron. If you've seen his teenage years, where his lady and his teacher danced together, you'll understand that Macron actually understands pure spiritual love even more!"

Zhang Sheng had always been curious about the "great corporate culture" of Buddha Hand Company. Why was the assistant, who pretended to care, kicking the ball with so much force? What kind of company culture involved kicking the ball to the bone? He was extremely curious. Of course, the assistant had a very standard physique, making him look like an athlete.

"Don't get me wrong, this is part of the company culture. When you play football, you have to give it your all, or you'll regret it."

"Because men get old, right?"

"It's not that absolute. The key is that you have to act like a man, right? Give it your all in football, otherwise you're not acting like a man at all."

"Yes, he's not like a man at all. He doesn't give his all in football; he's not like a man at all."

Excellent allusion to football, Assistant said again

"We should find an Ultraman who lives in seclusion in the mountains, forever hidden away, never venturing into the city. We should find someone like that."

Zhang Sheng didn't say anything. Ultraman! Assistant had always wanted to find an Ultraman! One who would forever stay in the mountains! It was a bit of dark humor! He was quite familiar with everything at the airport at the time, and immediately thought of France. The Taiwanese art director, who only talked about money, had been given his first opportunity to make a film by Song Yu—it was quite comical. After arriving at the airport, they went through security and got their tickets. Zhang Sheng and the assistant boarded a regional jet. Looking at the huge 747 Boeing, Zhang Sheng had thought he'd finally get to ride on a 747. The huge difference left him feeling a little disappointed and unbalanced. He began to miss those days, like something out of "Catch-22"—not flying B-52s to bomb the Italian peninsula, but those heroic battles for money, for survival, for work! Like Carl in America, many things are in a state of intoxication—not referring to being drunk every day, but the wine brewed by love and passion—that has intoxicated Zhang Sheng, making him unable to sober up. Zhang Sheng knows that Song Yu is now completely immersed in the naked world of money, unable to extricate herself. Money can be addictive to one's mind and spirit.

Zhang Sheng, a poet, painter, and playwright, ironically, his art—poetry, novels, and painting—requires substantial financial support. Art without money is an impossible fantasy. Bitcoin and Ethereum are abstract works of art, Zhang Sheng talks at length. Is he suited to earning money through work? Once you leave the golden age of love dreams and love heaven and return to reality, you'll find that the absence of love and romance is indeed somewhat empty. Of course, Zhang Sheng also becomes familiar with his assistant, a high-achieving student. What could possibly leave a deep impression on Zhang Sheng? It's the flight attendants who leave an unforgettable impression. Their beauty is transcendent and outstanding, at least displaying the beauty of Lin Daiyu from the South, the beauty of the Yangzhou slender horse. The feeling on the plane is anything but peaceful; it's somewhat like a giant ship tossed about in the ocean.

"If we were making the 747, it wouldn't be like this."

"The distance between Shanghai and Beijing necessitates branch lines; otherwise, airlines would go bankrupt."

For the umpteenth time in Zhang Sheng's world, these women were different from the city girls. At least, the girls in front of him and the women from the South had a style like beauties in music. No matter how you looked at them, their habits, their familiarity with faces from all over the world, were part of their attraction. Zhang Sheng understood the idea of ​​imagining himself as a traveler like Xu Xiake, exploring mountains and rivers, and writing about the existence of nature. At least objectively and subjectively, where does beauty come from? He still admired the great learning. In their faces, at least from the perspective of investigating things and understanding one's will, Suzhou's nature was entirely of this type. It could be said to be a sublimation of pure and loving. "Evil smells good and evil looks good" is the best judgment in the world. The charm and allure of their character naturally gave them the precious nobility of jewels among their dazzling colors. Assistant was sitting by the airplane window. Zhang Sheng also wanted to sit near the window to get a good look at the sky through the clouds. Fall asleep in the air, the plane was already flying in the sky. What was Zhang Sheng thinking? He was thinking about how to become a Buddha. Why is the beauty of the world always a fleeting moment?

He gazed for a long time at the actress pushing the cart. Beauty vanished because of a cart. Buddha was right; beauty is fleeting, then gone. This emphasizes why early beauty is ephemeral in this world. Because in the illusion of existence and non-existence, those destined for life are already rare treasures. How did their existence arise? Where do object and subject originate? Stream of consciousness seems to dominate, because language is both objective and subjective. Ultimately, they all return to the realm Buddha envisioned. Every visit to Qingfeng Ancient Temple seems to attract young girls.

What do you believe in?

“I believe in Buddha,”

"Buddha, is that so?"

Because of their allure to the heart, it's easy to fall into the illusion of a fleeting, dreamlike existence. For wealthy tycoons with exceptional financial acumen, it's easy to capture the individual essence of a girl, because money holds absolute control over fleeting beauty. Even a regional jet flying overhead can feel it; Josephine bombed Sicily, and there's flight sense in other places too. Yeah, Rome is the Aeneid, the Iliad, the final resting place of Troy! Rome had Caesar, Octavian, Antony, Virgil, Hosla, Ovid, and the great wars of enslavement and resistance waged by Sulla and Spartacus. But Shanghai isn't Rome. I still have high expectations for Shanghai. Will I be able to develop my career there in the future? What would I do in Shanghai? Then they went to Hangzhou. The high-achieving student sat in the window seat, while Zhang Sheng preferred to sit inside so he could enjoy the beautiful nighttime scenery through the airplane window. The high-achieving student, perhaps a frequent flyer, showed no interest in the world outside. Tedious didn't offer the in-flight meals Zhang Sheng was hoping for; the elegant air tress only provided a serving of peanuts and a drink.

"The distance between Beijing and Shanghai is too short for a feeder flight, so there's no in-flight fast food,"

"Oh, I'm not hungry, not at all."

"What should we eat together when we get to Shanghai?"

"It will be very, very late when we arrive in Shanghai."

"Business trips are tiring, but after a while, you'll find that staying quietly at home is the most comfortable. You're isolated from everything in the world, just with your children, undisturbed, and living a peaceful life."

"Yes, you're so young, you still have a long way to go."

"Just kidding, I want to start my own company, to be my own entrepreneur,"

"If your startup fails, it will be a huge problem. Starting a business will be 1 times more tiring than your current job, and there's no guarantee of success."

"But they have freedom."

"In the future, I may not have freedom anymore..."

The assistant began to talk about his thoughts, explaining that he receives complaint calls from all over the country every day.

"The key is that I often receive calls from underworld bosses."

"A phone call from the underworld?"

"Yes, the debt collectors in the underworld got impatient and called me, saying if I had the guts, they could come and find me. The underworld boss already has dozens of brothers waiting."

"This is also part of financial work."

"That's right, it's part of the job, understand?"

"I understand, I understand. Living a good life is also part of work."

Zhang Sheng began to talk about his ideas for starting a business, but at the end he said something to his assistant.

"Actually, after you start your own business, you can definitely change your beliefs about company CEOs."

"It's not easy, but is anything easy in this world? The boss takes risks, but the profits after those risks belong to him, right? And the employees? They're just exploited people under the capitalists."

“Actually, things have changed a lot now. Capitalists don’t want to be the same capitalists they used to be. They actually prefer to be partners with their employees.”

"Whether it's partners, employees, or anything else, there hasn't been an essential change whatsoever. So why should I change my beliefs?"