I am not Ximen Qing.

In Viola's heart, Poet is Kelly Ban! And she is the gentle and virtuous Elizabeth, the goddess who saved countless Tannhäusers, but men often cannot resist the temptation of Venus. This is male nature! Why does Pan Jinlian appear at the very beginning of *Jin Ping Mei*? Actually, Pan Jinlian is a wedge in the artistic structure of *Jin Ping Mei*! If the novel didn't have Pan Jinlian, its artistic framework would collapse. It's like in *Investiture of the Gods*; without Su Daji, without Nuwa sending a fox spirit to seduce King Zhou of Shang, the entire novel couldn't continue. Su Daji and the fox spirit are similar to Eve and the serpent. Why did King Zhou of Shang defile Nuwa? Because beauty itself can bring destructive power.

As Antony said, Caesar prepared a fortune for all of Rome, but they all betrayed him, including Brutus, Augustus, and Rousseau. Caesar was also puzzled by their betrayals. Actually, it's easy to explain: human nature is irresistible. Like the Wolf of Wall Street, money never sleeps on Wall Street; money is always tempting. That's human nature. Poet was born with the scent of snow lotus; Viola, Qianqian, Zizi, and Nana all possessed it. Tingting had that pure taste. Love and romance are quite contradictory and fickle. Zhuo Ziwei probably never imagined that she would often fall into the trap of Lolita-like depravity for a housewife who stayed home to care for children. It's terrifying! Weren't all of Zhuo Ziwei's past lovers more outstanding than the poor painter? Why did Zhuo Ziwei abandon Dr. Henry? That's a mystery! Actually, Henry gave Zhuo Ziwei the most imagination and patronage for art; Poet's nickname, "Mr. Mermaid," was born from this. Poet has absolutely no idea about Angell's taste; finding an angel is like mining for gold. Back then, it was God's Garden of Eden, a garden of love. It was purer then, everyone was a virgin. That wasn't a problem for humanity, but now it is. Girls can't find a pure lover, and men can't find pure love. The depravity of the human world has become a chaos between men and women, a paradox. Water has been produced in great quantities since God secretly came to earth. The problem lies with the man and woman. The world was corrupted and destroyed, but at least then, after destruction, there was still a great ship to survive. Now, humanity has fallen, and there will be no more ark to save us, because God is dead. This is a truthful reflection, and this is what it says. Rousseau and the finance expert, after hearing this, believed it was one of the root causes of humanity's fall. Viola considered them the Three Musketeers, but she is Viola, not the Venus who tempted Don Horace to fall. Viola still retains some of the integrity of Marguerite Gautier, but deep down, she dreams of becoming the Gadfly's lover. The rogue in the novel is too charismatic, too devout; it seems the Gadfly doesn't exist in this world. The Gadfly should be Christ from the Bible. The Gadfly uses death to save humanity's ugly souls. Red and black love is the true face of the old world. Love hasn't been destroyed; that doesn't mean love is masked.

"Destroy me, destroy me, destroy me, destroy me... I've had enough of living, destroy me... destroy me."

Viola wanted to express "the love" in English.

"Give me love, give me love give me love..."

In dreams, in love, in the ghost of love. To what does the totem of disaster belong? Actually, what is this labyrinth of searching for that dreamlike love, searching for that dream, searching for a dream within a dream, searching for a dream within a dream, searching for the way to find a dreamlike state? It's actually somewhat similar to Pigsy's search for love in Gao Village. Ideally, dreams are still bathing in a hot spring, the end of the labyrinth, or a sudden downpour in some corner. A large bathtub, stealing Immortal Beauty clothes—love succeeds! Isn't that mythical love? Just like the love of the Seven Fairies, stealing their clothes. Love succeeds. By the way, Mr. Rousseau liked wooden tub baths; it seems all men like to bathe in wooden tubs. Is this instinct or nature? Soaking in a hot spring filled with rose petals, drinking rose wine—actually, the rose wine is more flavorful than the water in the rose petal-filled hot spring. Yes, that's like Don Quixote's sonnet, a poem of confession, a devastating consequence of Violabeauty's shattered imagination. Speaking of imagination, we admire the powerful imagination of the Finance Doctor. He not only made a huge contribution to Caesar's wealth, but he also saw many things Caesar couldn't. The Finance Doctor was Caesar's true and pure friend, like the friendship between Marx and Engels. Therefore, Caesar admired the Finance Doctor in his heart. The Finance Doctor's greatest quality is that he is never tempted by money. Money cannot move his strong heart; he has always had a strong immunity to money. The Finance Doctor is a true friend and advisor to entrepreneurs, providing many with sincere advantages for business development. The Finance Doctor is too pure; he mainly relies on selling his books. If anyone admires the Finance Doctor, then read his works! His books often top the charts in the financial field, becoming sales champions. Only the Finance Doctor can maintain the pure friendship with Nora; after all, the Finance Doctor is also a Web 3.0 internet figure. The founder and practitioner of financial theory is like Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, and Sun Simiao of internet finance. Many problems can be foreseen, and prevention is best. Entrepreneurs should address their own intellectual and spiritual shortcomings, as this is crucial for the sustainable development of their businesses. The finance PhD is indeed a highly intelligent individual. He spearheaded Caesar's diversification strategy and saved his financial empire. Not everything can be done well; success comes from mastering what you're good at. Focusing on one thing and doing it well for millennia—this is the entrepreneurial spirit that many businesses lack today. Whether economics has a bottom line of hell can be explained by quantum theory. The finance PhD advises many entrepreneurs to read more physics books, as physics aligns better with first principles. In fact, the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Diamond Sutra also adhere to first principles, describing major hells and countless smaller hells. Ah, look how complicated the understanding of hell is. It means the smallest unit of existence is quantum hell. That's how a true master is, one who won't be defeated by dimensional reduction attacks. What's the financial world most afraid of? Dimensional reduction attacks. That's why there are so many bankruptcies in the financial world every year. The underlying understanding of bankruptcy is being defeated by dimensional reduction attacks. Getting a bit too serious, what level of beauty are we discussing now? Levels? Men are always like this, and ultimately, people are always like this. Poet shared his idea, his understanding of beauty as vivid as a dream, unforgettable that beauty, that goddess, so close yet so far. Taste, Art, love, love, Dream beauty—it's me living in space and time, under the moonlit night of Romeo and Juliet, climbing into Juliet's attic, gazing at Juliet's beauty and sighing! It's as if he's sighing, sincerely lamenting that he's fallen at the feet of countless beautiful women. Because time flies, he does it whenever the opportunity arises. The destruction of the Tower of Babel was the most extravagant form of destruction, and arguably the most imaginative drama. When humanity no longer desires to conform to the desires of gods and continues its search for God's throne, what's truly terrifying is the current state of disbelief, the distrust of everything, and the skepticism towards everything. Human thought and soul, the spiritual connection with God, is severed. Whether it's the Tower of Babel or the Tower of Babel, it's not as good as building a ladder to heaven, is it? It's not even as magical as the rope used to steal peaches from the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden in *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*. Humanity cannot become a time tunnel leading to the depths of the universe, even with current technology. It can only achieve a small part. Mining on the moon or Mars is a more practical idea than settling down on Mars. Humanity only has one identity: Earth. Ovilia understands this better. The real financial backer behind the Babylon Bar is Ovilia, the major shareholder. Because men are naturally inclined to be romantic and confront the darker side, the hidden truths, they still feel quite comfortable. This place can host all sorts of glamorous company annual parties. I think of Babylon, Berlin, Babylon 14 8:0 Moscow, Babylon, London's Midsummer Night's Dream, the flirtatious women of Windsor, and various love-themed events in New Bailey. This is a social factory, a place for three dragons, and a place to challenge the limits of desire. The theater, British drama, is more suitable for a cosmic experience here, truly elevating the bar's culture to a luxurious level. It's much better than going to various hotels for chaotic dancing, or those financial and insurance company annual parties, which have no artistry and don't showcase the positive and enterprising energy of the workplace! The current annual party needs a touch of Guns N' Roses. It seems this place is like Twin Peaks in the American mountains, in Twin Peaks town. Actually, the inspiration came from taking the cable car to the top of Delo to worship the Five Directions Manjushri. The cable car, soaring through the air, evokes a sense of fear of being suspended in mid-air. Below is a valley with dense pine forests on both sides, where after the rain, a misty fog appears, the boundary line of desire. The contradictory yet unified man and woman, the Mars and Venus that abandon and devour love, Olivia. Is there anything more capable of devouring and destroying the wild power than comedy?

Poet's reputation was completely ruined by Rousseau. I don't know if he even understood *Confessions*, but one thing is clear: she was like a dream yearning for love, yet always choosing to remain detached from it. Nowadays, almost no one is a meticulous Adam anymore; Adam and Eve are too old-fashioned, outdated, and clearly at odds with today's superficial world. Poet's beauty lies in her Lolita-like vivacity and restlessness. While Kant, Schopenhauer, and Nietzsche are all mentioned, modern people admire Rousseau and Nietzsche more. The sun god embodies a similar kind of wild abandon. The intoxicating passion of love, the artist's soul and inspiration stemming from love and the impulse of love, is best showcased in the creation of sculptures of handsome men, and the broken-armed bust of Venus in ancient Greece. The beauty of men lies in masculinity, and the beauty of women lies in the elasticity of curves. In Poet's eyes, Ru Meng is a Lolita-like girl, like an angel of the devil, as if the poet Devil Beach possessed him, because God played a joke on him, because Ru Meng is Satan's tempting angel. In a diverse society, there is no sense of existence anymore, it is all surveillance and cameras, full of cameras, everything is in a time and space filled with cameras, everything is proceeding according to plan. Why is he so infatuated with Ru Meng? Just as Faust's love was like that of his wife, Gan Leiqing, men are inherently searching for the halo of their mothers. Like a dream, filled with the maternal halo of male worship, like the halo of the Assumption of Mary, it seems the artist has hidden his body and soul within the full bosom of the Assumption of Mary. The dream and the poet share a common soul, common interests, and similar habits. Now I recall Jiang Tao's high-end original theory of Romeo and Juliet: the work of love is a mirror, a sword of love and lust, like Pan Jinlian. Wu Yuliang, Meng Yulou, Li Ping'er, Pang Chunmei—it seems they see illusions in the bronze mirror, beckoning to them. The illusion of the moon in the water and flowers in the mirror is real. The world understands the dream, but what is lacking is true love and affection. Rousseau must have been very angry and jealous. Artist, poet, love, dream—Rousseau said many bad things about the artist.

"I did warn you, he's a guy like Ximen Qing. You need to be careful, he's a Ximen Qing type of guy. If reincarnation exists, he might be Ximen Qing reincarnated hundreds of years ago, is that true?"

Ah, in Rousseau's eyes, the artist is actually a living Ximen Qing (a notorious womanizer in Chinese folklore). How terrifying! Rousseau described it vividly to Rumeng. He knew that Attis's love life was so profound that he recounted all the lovers he had had in his past and present lives. He even wrote a genealogy of the poet's love affairs, which infuriated Attis. Why didn't Rousseau simply say that the poet was the reincarnation of Conway, the Living Buddha from Lost Horizon, or some other Living Buddha from Shangri-La? That would have been much more respectable. Attis wasn't stupid either; children might often be wrong, because Aristotle's intuition created physical theories that were all wrong to Galileo. But even mistakes have their reasons; without mistakes, where would there be right? However, Aristotle was indeed the patriarch of the West. He established correct educational philosophies and methods. Aristotle's greatest strength was that his direction was never wrong. Even if his scholarship was flawed, it didn't matter; his direction remained unchanged. There are no mistakes. Even if you follow the wrong path, you can still achieve great things in the right direction. The direction cannot be wrong. Aristotle's greatness lies in his insightful direction. A perfect judgment is acceptable; flaws don't overshadow merit. Let Rumeng know that Poet is a man like Ximen Qing (a notorious womanizer in Chinese literature), saving her effort. Even rabbits like lecherous men, don't they? Besides, he is, after all, a poet. How can he write poetry without wine? Love is precisely the catalyst for a poet's imagination, like the fine wine of love. Without a girl's footsteps to tread on the lees of winemaking, there would be no exquisite wine. Some things cannot be solved by wisdom and intelligence.