Listening to the teachings, Song He didn’t miss a single word, quietly listening. This young master of the Song family, one of Tianjing’s Seven Young Masters, was very quiet in front of his second brother at the moment.
The man seemed like a chatterbox opened up, continuing to speak incessantly: "Tianjing, under the emperor’s feet, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and a mix of fish and snakes. Look around, everyone is complex, whether it’s the office clerk or the roadside street sweeper. Perhaps randomly pulling someone up might reveal them possessing hundreds of millions in wealth, unbelievable prowess..."
These words seemed to have gone off track, having nothing to do with the barbecue place at all, but Song He dared not interrupt.
"I once saw a street sweeper, getting up at three or four in the morning to sweep the streets, diligent and hardworking, never complaining. I also wanted to experience what Tianjing is like at three or four in the morning, so I happened to meet him."
"Initially, we had no interaction, but then a little hoodlum went to rob that street sweeper. Perhaps he was really desperate, holding the knife unsteadily. When I walked over, the knife in the hoodlum’s hand fell to the ground at once, seeing me like seeing a demon..."
Speaking of this, the man couldn’t help but laugh: "Song He, do you think I look that scary?"
Song He glanced at his second brother across from him, this young member of the Song Family with astonishing achievements, undoubtedly, his gaze sharp as if to carve into one’s bones.
Song He took a deep breath, not flattering but genuinely from the heart: "Yes!"
The man wasn’t angry at all, instead laughed, raised his hand to touch his face, and said with a smile: "Yes, I also think I look a bit scary, but alas, I can’t help it, I like keeping a stern face, even your sister-in-law thinks I’m scary sometimes... Sorry, got off track, let me continue."
"Yes, speaking of the little hoodlum’s knife falling to the ground, originally I didn’t plan to say anything, nor did I intend to help the street sweeper. But unexpectedly, the street sweeper took the initiative to give a hundred bucks to the little hoodlum. I asked the sweeper why he did that, and he told me, ’Do a good deed a day, just doing it to accumulate virtue for himself.’ So I became interested, picked up the knife that fell on the ground, and stabbed it into the little hoodlum’s thigh, causing him some pain, and then asked the sweeper how I did. Guess what he said?"
At this point, the man’s smile became even broader, yet increasingly unsettling.
Song He didn’t speak, just quietly waiting for the man’s follow-up.
He saw the man continue: "He said what I did was wrong, then took the little hoodlum to the hospital. But I followed, personally paid for the medical expenses for the hoodlum, and even gave him some money."
At this point, Song He couldn’t help but say: "Do a good deed a day?"
The man shook his head, laughed: "No, I don’t have that kind of awareness, I just feel happy about it. I wanted to do it, so I did it. In the eyes of the street sweeper and the hoodlum, my behavior seemed inexplicable, but I like doing it. No one can stop me."
"After saying so much, I just want to express that I’m interested in meeting Fang Yi, regardless of his identity, or whether he’s some kind of scum from the Fang Family. I just find him interesting," the man said with a smile.
Song He frowned slightly: "But that Fang Yi is quite resourceful."
"..." Song He was taken aback, not understanding his meaning.
"I’m Song Lejun," the man said, smiling as he revealed his name, possessing an inherent transcendent aura.
Song He was momentarily stunned, then immediately relieved, yes, he was Song Lejun, the sharpest nail of the Song Family!