If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 62 Making Money?No, thought wave!

While Lin Ke was writing, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Fuck???"

Lin Ke was startled, and flipped his hand over the bamboo stick beside the table.

"What the hell? You are not a horse, what the hell?" Qi Shangshu's voice came, and at the same time he gently pushed Lin Ke's bamboo stick away with his arm:

"Sixteen times a second, yes boy!"

"Uncle Qi!" Lin Ke stood up in surprise, then scratched his head embarrassingly: "This is a conditioned reflex."

"What a mess." Qi Shangshu pulled out his chair and sat down: "What are you afraid of? If you are just crying, Chaoyang Street may be very lively, and countless strong people will come."

"Unfortunately, you are a saint-level vision, and your Majesty's word 'accurate', so this place is destined to be very quiet."

Speaking of this, Qi Shangshu grinned: "You boy, you are very powerful!"

Lin Ke scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"What are you writing?" Qi Shangshu pointed to Lin Ke's writing again: "Eh? Your handwriting is pretty good? No...why do you feel like you are in a family?"

Lin Ke was also taken aback when he heard this.

Then he remembered that in his previous life, he had always written and practiced Yan Zhenqing's handwriting.

The most famous person in this world is still Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, who basically belongs to the level of imitation by the whole people.

Other than that, there are no world-famous calligraphers.

"Your words have a bit of charm. If you practice hard, you will surely achieve something." Qi Shangshu admired the words on Lin Ke's desk, and then asked, "What do you mean by comics and escape from the secret room?"

Lin Ke didn't hide his secrets when he heard the words, and expressed his thoughts.

Qi Shangshu's eyes brightened the more he listened.

After Lin Ke finished speaking, Qi Shangshu patted his thigh, his eyes widened: "Okay! Okay!"

"In this way, you can make money!" Qi Shangshu's eyes lit up.

Lin Ke couldn't laugh or cry: "Making money is only secondary, the key is change."

"Change?" Qi Shangshu raised his eyebrows: "It's good to make money! You're not like those rotten scholars who only know 'sages and sages have clouds' all the time, but you don't know the four bodies and the five grains, that's good !"

"I thought Uncle Qi would criticize me for wanting to make money!" Lin Ke smiled.

"Criticism?" Qi Shangshu was speechless: "What's the purpose of criticism? Making money has always been the most important, fairest, and most useful thing!"

"You don't make money, what are you thinking about all day long? Improve your cultivation to become a Confucian? Improve your cultivation to become a semi-sage? And then? Fight and kill all day long?"

"Great Confucianism has always been a great Confucianism unintentionally, not a great Confucianism deliberately!"

Speaking of this, Qi Shangshu's face became a little more serious, and the face that looked like Zhang Fei showed a hint of thought: "The great Confucianism I have heard is not condensed by reading sage books."

"Some people become great scholars by farming in the fields, some people become great scholars by writing novels, some people become great scholars by listening to music in Goulan, and some people become great scholars by drinking wine in small buildings..."

"How many people have always only thought about power, power, and power. The question is, what do you need so much power for? So, those people got lost on the road of exploring power."

"They look down on farming and labor, making money, and everything else. They just want to be promoted from Confucian scholars to scholars, and from scholars to Confucian scholars."

"Such a person has lost his heart."

Having said that, Qi Shangshu pointed to himself: "Whether it's me or other Shangshus, do you know why we are all so... um, so casual?"

Lin Ke listened to Qi Shangshu's words, and was also thinking at this time, and said, "Because you have power, are you so unscrupulous?"

"Snapped!"

Qi Shangshu stood up angrily and knocked Lin Ke on the head: "It's not because of this... There are still many people above us!"

Then he sat down again, and the old god was there: "The reason why we can be promoted to the gentleman's realm is because we do what we want."

Follow your heart!

Hearing this, Lin Ke couldn't help shaking.

"Yes, haha." Qi Shangshu couldn't help grinning: "Great Confucianists can still hide their original intentions. When they reach the realm of a gentleman, they must act openly and in accordance with their original intentions. What they think in their hearts, what they say in their mouths, and what they do in their hands."

"So in the gentleman's realm, everyone's personality will be more distinct, and their characteristics will be more distinct."

"Those who originally hated cheap people will hate them even more, and those who didn't mind originally will be more friendly."

"Of course, there are also people who 'deceive themselves and others', they can hide the truth from all living beings, but those are also the strong ones at the late stage of the Gentleman Realm."

Speaking of this, Qi Shangshu looked at Lin Ke and said with a smile: "I have always been worried that you are the kind of Qi Ye who has been corrupted by rotten Confucianism. You only know how to improve your strength and forget the essence of strength."

"Strength is just to guarantee life, and making money is also to guarantee life... No matter what, your relatives, friends, lover, life, etc., these are the ultimate essence!"

At the end, Qi Shangshu's voice seemed to ring directly in his mind, which revived Lin Ke, who was a little sleepy and groggy.

"Hey, how about my great Confucianism and Taoism?" Qi Shangshu stared at Lin Ke with wide eyes: "Do you feel good?"

Lin Ke nodded: "My thoughts are clearer, thank you Uncle Qi."

"Haha, it's good if you feel good. If you feel good, I will often send you a few shots in the future! Feed you!" Qi Shangshu laughed.

It's late at night, what are you talking about... Lin Ke is helpless.

But Qi Shangshu continued after laughing: "You have not been taught by rotten Confucianism since you were young, and you are more aware of the importance of self-reliance. This is very good. I have always been afraid that you will look down on making money..."

"Speaking of which, the people in this street want to make money all over the place! Only to find out that they can't do anything except read and write!"

"As a result, you know, whether it's Li Chungang, Wang Lin, or shopkeeper Tong, all of them don't even have enough rent for other blocks outside, so they can only open shops here on Chaoyang Street."

"I reckon, Wang Lin is not an easy girl, so is Shopkeeper Tong, butcher Zhang is an exorcist, and Li Chungang is a great scholar...

Speaking of which, these guys are very rigid all day long, but you are good, haha, hahaha, haha! "

When Qi Shangshu looked at Lin Ke, he liked him more and more, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

And Lin Ke was also embarrassed by the praise, so he quickly shifted his attention: "Uncle Qi, let me tell you what I have to do..."

"Huh? Isn't what you want to do to make money with these things? It's good! Young people know that self-reliance is good!" Qi Shangshu took it for granted, and seemed to continue to praise Linke.

"No!" Lin Ke said quickly, "I want to do more than that!"

"Oh?" Qi Shangshu looked at Lin Ke again with admiration: "Why? What else is there?"

Lin Ke nodded slightly: "Strictly speaking, what I want to do is not comics, novels, escape rooms or industries, but..."

"Thought wave!"

(End of this chapter)