"Zi Mo's poem is very fitting. Profit is indeed the most direct and realistic thing that connects people," Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"I once read a passage in an article that stated profit doesn't just represent money. The affections we encounter in life, such as family love, romantic love, and friendship, are all forms of profit."
"It's just that they don't manifest as directly as money; they appear in different ways."
"Take love, for instance. Why do men and women get together? Isn't it because they both want to gain something from the other that they desire in their hearts?"
"Whether it's the other person's appearance, knowledge, temperament, or cultivation, or even their connections and background, it's all a pursuit of profit."
"Family and friendship are similar. Parents raise us, and in return, we care for them in their old age. This is also a form of exchange."
"Friendship is even easier to explain. It's mutual help and support, both financially and emotionally. When you're in trouble, someone will be there for you."
"What do you guys think?!"
Qin Chuan's unconventional perspective left everyone stunned again. The private room fell silent.
Everyone wore thoughtful expressions. Upon reflection, there was indeed some logic to his words.
It was just that the topic was a bit too sharp, making it difficult to accept.
"Qin Chuan, where did you learn all these strange notions?" Fang Rumei couldn't help but ask.
This time, before Qin Chuan could reply, Teacher Yang preempted him, "Oh, he likes to read all sorts of random things. His thought process is different from ours."
"It's all distorted logic and sophistry, but he's so eloquent that no one can argue with him. Let's get back to the main topic!"
Qin Chuan said dejectedly, "What distorted logic? I'm looking beyond the surface to the essence. I know you commoners can't accept such brutal truths."
Teacher Yang rolled her eyes. "Right, right, we're all foolish commoners, and only you are truly enlightened!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Boss, about the central processing unit, I might be able to give it a try," Xu Ronghua suddenly volunteered.
"You?" Qin Chuan was surprised.
"Boss, Vice Factory Director Xu's major was originally in arithmetic units. He's achieved quite a bit in this area," Li Chunsheng said quickly, seemingly to get back at Xu Ronghua for revealing his secret research into his old profession.
"Arithmetic units?" Qin Chuan was astonished.
He certainly knew what arithmetic units were; they were a crucial component of the central processing unit, working in conjunction with cache memory.
"I wish you success!"
"Cheers!"
"To us!"
The five of them clinked their glasses together, the sound clear and pleasant.
By the time this lunch ended, it was already past three in the afternoon.
After the meal, Qin Chuan, Li Chunsheng, and Xu Ronghua were arranged to stay at the hotel.
Fang Rumei left, but Teacher Yang did not.
In a luxurious hotel room, Qin Chuan lay on the bed, holding Yang Laoshi's soft waist. Fueled by alcohol, he poured out his longing.
As the saying goes, three parts drunk makes you cry, and seven parts drunk makes you hopelessly devoted.
Qin Chuan, about five parts drunk, clung to Teacher Yang like a stubborn piece of taffy, making it impossible to resist.
Pouting and asking for kisses, Yang Laoshi, who had also been drinking, exuded three parts more charm and two parts less aloofness than usual.
Unknowingly, the passionate couple rolled onto the large bed, kissing each other with gusto and exchanging heartfelt confessions.
However, Teacher Yang was very conservative, or perhaps steadfast. No matter what, even as she became aroused, she refused to let Qin Chuan touch her final forbidden zone, maintaining her boundary.
In her words, this final step had to be reserved for their wedding night, as it was the only way to be responsible to herself and to her entire life.
Hanging in limbo, the man looked at his own body, wanting to cry but having no tears.
Yet, Qin Chuan genuinely liked Teacher Yang. Since Yang Zimo didn't want to cross that boundary, he didn't force it, as that would only damage their current relationship.
"Xiao Chuan, are you... in a lot of discomfort?" Just as Qin Chuan was about to completely give up, Yang Laoshi's next words reignited his hopes, filling him with excitement.
He quickly nodded like a pecking chick, his eyes filled with anticipation and desire.
Yang Zimo noticed the intense longing in the man's naked, fiery gaze. Disregarding her disheveled state, she sat up and gave him a hard smack on the head.
"What are you dreaming about!"
"Don't all men intuitively know how to take care of themselves? Go take care of it yourself!"
"Don't worry, I promise I won't look, nor will I say anything!"
Teacher Yang said, her pretty face flushing crimson.
Qin Chuan stood dumbfounded, all his desire evaporating, replaced by an endless chill.