I am not Ximen Qing.

But once it's stained, it can never be washed away. The poet is conceiving a science fiction epic, "Washing Away," a story set in the future 3048. It seems a bit far from the present, just a momentary travel back in time. Just like whether modern physicists can prove whether the speed of a dream is faster than the speed of light.

Using dreams to travel through time, past, and future is more realistic than using interstellar spaceships at the speed of light. "Whitewashing" tells the story of humanity losing its freedom, oppressed and enslaved by some intelligent entity. Thanks to supernatural production technologies, humans on this planet are no longer just troubled by survival! However, only humans can produce, reproduce, and give birth. Men and women are being punished by God for eating forbidden fruit, enslaved by the intelligent entity—that is God's punishment, which is precisely the only legitimacy of human existence. This supernatural, superhuman intelligent entity implants quantum computers into human bodies, giving birth to a new kind of humanity. Humanity must be liberated to gain freedom and escape its enslaved fate. This is far more difficult than modern humans regaining their identity; even in today's civilized society, regaining a new identity is almost impossible. How will the script of "Whitewashing" prevent human civilization from being controlled, and how will the supernatural, superhuman intelligent entity's power stifle the world's supernatural civilization within the Garden of Eden of liberation and freedom? Humans living in modern civilization are increasingly losing their freedom and haven; everything is a reduced exposure, devoid of privacy and humanity. The methods of whitewashing in human history have been violent, anti-civilizational, and black-and-white.

Old Gao, harboring the lofty ideals of an artistic youth and a grand dream of making movies—who would have thought? The former Foshou Company had countless film dreamers. What is the essence of film? The art of creating dreams—that's enough. Old Gao went from an internet finance empire to the world of film in a flash—it's amazing, a truly magnificent leap, from a paradise of money to the highest temple of art, the temple of film art. Old Gao has just joined the new company; everything is new, everything is different. If Foshou Company can be considered an international language academy, then the official language of all employees in Old Gao's new company is English, not German, Russian, Japanese, or Spanish. Chinese is listed last. This isn't because the company is blindly worshipping foreign things, but to prevent employees from becoming complacent and decadent. Communication in English is generally used within the company, which promotes international exchange in filmmaking, fostering thinking, ideas, spirit, and innovation. Thinking about it carefully, it makes a lot of sense. Communication in such a company is more open and innovative because it involves non-native languages, encouraging open-mindedness and innovation, reducing barriers of pretense and politeness, and increasing freedom. Cultural crossover begins with language; a new language represents cultural openness.

Communicating in English is a sure way to reveal one's true thoughts; this is true of multinational corporations. Former employees of Foshou Company were international friends from all five continents: Russia, Southeast Asia, Africa, South America, and North America, including the peculiar South Asian India. Caesar's favorite activity was holding a grand annual meeting. If Foshou were to expand from the internet finance industry into other sectors, it would undoubtedly be the big entertainment, big film industry. Caesar held annual meetings at the Beijing Hotel and the Wuzhou International Hotel, and once even held a Brahman-style annual meeting at the company headquarters in Shenzhen. The Brahmanical worldview and cosmology bear some resemblance to the ultimate fate of humanity in the script of "Whitewashing," where involution leads to despair. Technological progress is becoming a snare to human freedom and liberation, a snare to the gods. Mr. Gao, perhaps in the eyes of friends and family, lives in an enviable villa and mansion. Given his age, even if he's not a tycoon or celebrity, he's a respectable middle-class man—a pure middle-class gentleman, not the pseudo-middle class with mortgages, car loans, or unpaid mortgages. Caesar was a master of leveraging power, so so is Mr. Gao. I've always followed Lao Gao, who's a CEO-level figure. He's young but experienced. Besides the 798 Art Zone, there's also the Oriental Art Center in Jiuxianqiao. Both were formerly electronics factories, old factories that made significant contributions to national defense science. The comfortable buildings and the first batch of artists who started their businesses here during the golden age of entrepreneurship in the 80s and 90s meant that dreams could become reality once you came to 798 Dream Factory. Beijing is too big. As the old folks in the hutongs say, trying to understand Beijing is an impossible task because it's so big. Ordinary people are like frogs in a well, only able to see the scenery and the sky of Beijing. Don't have too much ambition. No amount of ambition will make a ripple in Beijing. The waters here are deep. Some people spend their whole lives just moving from one district to another. Lao Gao, who has made great strides from Foshou Internet Finance Company, has now come to a new film dream company. Taking advantage of the company's organized trip, he went to Thailand to experience the Southeast Asian culture. The beaches and shallow waters of Thailand are relatively well-preserved. He went diving, swimming, and surfing.

After all, the CEO is an American of Chinese descent. She initially came to China to start her business and never expected to be so lucky, becoming a successful IPO company overnight. Executives from many multinational corporations visited her company headquarters. The company's annual meetings were held, and its performance led the industry. Among the female graduates were those from Hainan, Harvard, MIT, Oxford, and the University of London. Old Gao never dreamed he could enter such a prestigious company filled with goddesses. The key is that these women possess both beauty and intelligence; they are all beauties with captivating eyes, like the goddesses of the Luo River in the "Li Sao" myth. It seems fate played a joke on Old Gao. He is absolutely the first perfect gentleman in the world who remains unmoved by beautiful women, a model of perfect spirit, a good husband, a good father, and a good man. Now, Old Gao doesn't need to care too much about other people's opinions because the company is a flower garden teeming with beautiful women—all kinds of peonies, exquisite roses, and lilies. Knowing that Old Gao is surrounded by beautiful women in this dreamlike world, attending meetings with them from morning till night, will he experience a spiritual infidelity? Lao Gao behaved perfectly, neither humble nor arrogant, and always maintained a perfect smile towards beautiful women!

Regardless, Mr. Perfect can definitely withstand the tests of beautiful women, uphold his principles, and spend his days cramming on movie plots and knowledge. He'll discuss his favorite film, *The Shawshank Redemption*, with each of the beauties. Mr. Gao has watched this movie at least 1 times. He's filled with cinematic dreams and lofty ideals, determined to create a great film for the company, a film as great as *The Shawshank Redemption*. Inspired by his experience at Buddha's Hand Company, he wonders: what is a human being? Is it merely a hypocritical shell of a devil? The end times have arrived; it's too difficult for a person to become truly human. Almost all humans have evolved from animals, ruled by an algorithmic world. Ultimately, only Buddhism can save humanity!

Companies teeming with beautiful women are bound to have numerous scandals. It's like every company is a scene from a movie, a film about Rome, Spartacus, the Three Musketeers, Caesar, Cleopatra, Henry V, or Henry VI. The women participating in these company events are often quite daring, avant-garde, and pioneering. Korean chaebols are known for their love of nude art, which they readily adapt into films. If the internet has a memory, then the development of Web 1.0, Web 2.0, and Web 3.0—all of this past and present—is recorded in its spacetime. Humanity cannot change its innate love of beauty. To create beauty, artists are inspired to paint nude art. Rather than simply loving artistic creation, it's more accurate to emphasize preserving the imagination for beauty.

Old Gao was thinking too simply. He was living a wonderful life and was very confident. His work experience at Fossou Company filled him with confidence. After leaving Fossou Company, his life became colorful and he swept away the gloom and the feeling that ghosts existed in the past. Now? It seems that work is like Goethe, Chekhov, Shakespeare, Márquez, even sorrow can be expressed through dreams—a way of being tender, romantic, and sentimental. Caesar's assistant at the Buddha Hand Company has transformed into a complete, utterly artistic youth, spending all his time on movies and scripts. The company culture abhors mediocrity and worldliness. Old Gao spends all his time with beautiful women because he's the benchmark for the perfect gentleman in the company. It's said that if you want to cause even the slightest scandal involving Old Gao, someone will secretly bet 1 yuan. They underestimate Old Gao's romantic awareness. Actually, Old Gao's wife is too beautiful. Doctors are all absolutely rational financial experts; only his wife can handle Old Gao's perfectionism. The CEO's ideal Iron Man, even with constant divorces and marriages, is simply for the romantic purpose of having children. Falling in love with different beautiful goddesses and having children—legally and rationally—is not something a mob could do. Iron Man's rationality lies in bearing the responsibility of the continuation and propagation of civilization.

Deep down, Lao Gao also wanted to be Iron Man, but he managed to suppress his wild desires. In this respect, he was a great actor. Life is like a play; we spend our whole lives watching others act while we act ourselves. Why is it tiring? Because acting is exhausting. Lao Gao performed perfectly at the company, and his wife rewarded him with a brand-new Tesla sports car. How many people can drive a Tesla around Beijing and enjoy delicious food like Lao Gao? Like Caesar, Lao Gao was a fan of the annual party. Most CEOs of large companies have a performance-oriented desire for the annual party, which is their favorite event. Lao Gao was very lucky. He had just joined a new company, and the company's performance was growing rapidly. The shareholders were very satisfied with the profits the company had created for them. At the company's annual party, Lao Gao became the Iron Man of the Year. Who else can be like Lao Gao? A good father with both a son and a daughter, Iron Man Dad skis, swims, plays tennis, plays football, marathons, and is a full-time coach at various ski resorts in Beijing, experiencing speed and passion in various sports.

Lao Gao organizes trips for the company's contracted artists to experience the thrill of speed and passion. The seemingly perfect Mr. Perfect, like an Iron Man in his heart, meets more and more world-class women, works alongside them, strives alongside them, becomes a part of their lives, and they, in turn, become a part of his.

Jupiter: "Alright, stop, sir. Don't go any further, you'll cross the line. Just become part of Iron Man."

This is Lao Gao's delusional split.

"I will defeat you, you scoundrel!"

"Haha, hahaha, you, Mr. Gang, can't you at least have a conscience? Your wife gave you a son, and your daughter fulfills your desire for a house full of children and grandchildren. You can't be the Knight of the Rose. Our entire company is full of Don Juan and Carmen. That won't do. There's also Faust."

"Stop talking, I swear I'm not that kind of person, I'm absolutely not that kind of person."

"What's the use of making vows? Even Rousseau could write about the twisted love stories of Emile and Julius Ernest de la Romanus."

"That's just literature, just literature."

"Mr. Gang, you're now a key protected individual in the company. There's no way around it; you're the benchmark, the benchmark for Mr. Perfection. They're trying to drag you down, understand? Be good, good boy, be good."

"Jupiter, you bastard, get out of here! Shut up!"

"Never, ever be like Rousseau, that promiscuous man who went around having affairs in search of pleasure. He could go from Beijing to faraway Mexico City, understand?"

"You mean I'll dedicate my entire life to one woman, is that right?"

"Xiao Gangzi, I know you're currently trapped in the illusion of the palace of love and desire, but have you ever thought about Elizabeth, who loves you, as the goddess who will save you from the fires of lust?"

"No, I wasn't thinking anything. I was just chatting with them, talking about writing, scripts. Swimming, work, life, and even going to the ski resort to teach them how to ski, is that not allowed?"

"Xiao Gangzi, have you forgotten your promise to Rousseau? You...you absolutely will not cheat, neither in thought nor in spirit."

Olivia, dressed in a sexy bikini, seemed unaffected by age, no longer a barrier to youth. Now, Olivia was more concerned with medicine, having created detailed health records for almost every employee in her company. She made sure to integrate the heads of all medical institutions into her life in various ways. Why not? Is health truly eternal? She enjoyed maintaining close ties with renowned medical institutions within the pharmaceutical company. Sometimes, she truly wished she could become Cleopatra, radiating the glory of beauty. With medical technology having advanced beyond imagination, becoming Cleopatra wasn't impossible. Even Antony and Caesar loved Cleopatra; it was merely Olivia's vanity playing tricks on her. Only those who possessed something contrary to human nature could possess true love and affection. Therefore, the saying that darkness is the veil of love and affection is not without reason. Olivia was at sea, and her daughter was studying at a prestigious high school in China. For her daughter's sake... This school received tens of millions in sponsorship fees from Caesar. Education has never been absolutely fair. Olivia is no longer the Carrie of the past—perhaps that's a bit of an inappropriate analogy—she's no longer that graduate. The past was pure and innocent; the current Olivia speaks with a strong New York accent, a bit aggressive. Women from wealthy families are all like this; times have changed. New-era entrepreneurs are often scholars: Bill Gates' Microsoft, Steve Jobs' Apple, Elon Musk's Tesla. For this new generation of innovators, unprecedented, disruptive innovation is underway. Olivia is gradually accepting the reality of being a nouveau riche. I remember Caesar once said to Song Yu…

"Ultimately you'll understand that money must be kept, and women will always belong to women. It's an unspoken rule; women always control wealth outside the company."