270: Chapter 259 Fishing 270: Chapter 259 Fishing Wealth and refinement take three generations to learn, the old saying proves quite right.
It’s only after three generations that the true elegance of an established family can manifest itself.
Those nouveau-riche families always unwittingly reveal their coarseness, which is why many old families look down on them.
But the Li Family is different, with Mr.
Li holding it up, nobody dares to target the Li Family as long as he is alive.
At this moment in a leisure village on the outskirts of Sunan City, an old man was sitting on a stone, laboriously threading bait onto a hook in preparation for night fishing.
A man walked by, and had Song Yun been there, he would have been astonished to find that this was the very man who had confessed to Li Shishi that afternoon.
“Xiao Bai, your heart is in turmoil.
What use is it coming here to me?” the old man said with his eyes closed.
“Grandpa, I just can’t accept it, I really didn’t realize that the Li Family could still be so proud,” the man said through gritted teeth, feeling humiliated when he remembered how he had been dragged into a small alley by those men that afternoon.
“Who says the Li Family is insignificant?” The old man took out a small smoking pipe from his pocket, filled it with tobacco, and took two deep puffs.
“You young people only look at the surface of things, never delving deeper.”
“The Li Family isn’t insignificant?” the man mumbled to himself.
“Their son’s generation is somewhat accomplished, but the third generation is already showing signs of decline.
And with Li Shishi choosing to be in business, in a few decades, the Li Family will surely be devoured to the bone.”
“You, you never think it through.
Who says the Li Family must rely on Li Shishi?
If it were really up to Li Shishi to support the family, I’d believe the Li Family would fall,” the old man said, tapping his pipe on the stone.
“You oversimplify everything, Xiao Bai.
Don’t forget the root of the Li Family.
You need to unearth deeper meanings and not idle away your days.”
“Did you check out the news the day before yesterday?
That look on your face says no.
Didn’t you see the case Wang Dong just cracked?
You do realize that Mr.
Li was Wang Dong’s mentor in the past.
Do you think Wang Dong would make an enemy of the Li Family?” The old man sighed.
“But Li Shishi already has a boyfriend,” the man roared, feeling pained by the thought.
It was a common man’s feeling—if a woman with a beautiful face and a nice figure wasn’t his, she must have been taken by a boor.
That was precisely what he was thinking.
“Lower your voice!
You’ll scare all my fish away,” the old man said angrily, whacking the man’s head with his pipe.
“I heard the Li Family has two daughters.
Li Shishi has found someone, but what about the girl nobody’s seen yet?
Why can’t you think outside the box?”
“So you’re suggesting I pursue Li Shishi’s sister?” the man asked, a lightbulb going off in his head.
“Finally, you’re using your head,” the old man remarked, refilling his pipe with tobacco.
“Our family has been around for over a hundred years.
It’s time we infused some new blood.”
“But I just can’t let it go.
Thinking about what happened this afternoon makes me feel so frustrated,” the man said displeasingly.
“What got you so worked up?” the old man inquired after exhaling a cloud of smoke.
After the man recounted the incident to the old man, the elder fell into deep thought and finally sighed, “That woman, Li Shishi, her man’s name is Song Yun, and you ran into him today.”
“Song Yun, the one who popped out of the mountains?
Never heard of him,” the man said disdainfully.
“Song Yun has been quite prominent recently, with complex forces behind him.
Even I know only a little about him; even that should be enough for us to take him seriously,” the old man advised.
“Many people are trying to forge strategic alliances with Song Yun.
If we mess with him now, our family will suffer the consequences.”
“Alright,” the man reluctantly nodded, conceding to his grandfather’s advice, knowing better than to act recklessly.
“Got a bite!” the old man exclaimed as he cast his line, and a plump carp leaped out of the water.
He unhooked the fish and tossed it triumphantly into his basket.
“Handling affairs is like fishing; you only get help when you tempt them with enough bait.
Once such a relationship is established, your path will also become smoother.”
“I prefer casting nets over fishing,” the man said.
“It’s much more satisfying to catch a whole bunch at once.”
“Seems you didn’t catch my point.
Netting fish might feel good, but it’s fool’s business.
If you only take advantage without offering anything, who would partner with you in the future?
Success depends on both effort and fate.
Putting your line in the water is akin to gambling.
If you catch something, you win; if not, you regroup and try again.
There’s always a foolish fish waiting to be caught,” the old man chuckled, stroking his beard.
“What if I pull up a shark?” the man grumbled.
“Then you’re on your own, and it depends whether your fishing pole is stronger or the shark is heavier.
An experienced fisherman would avoid sharks and target harmless fish instead.
Starting tomorrow, you’ll learn fishing from me.
I refuse to believe I can’t teach someone to be clever,” the old man squinted and declared.
Song Yun felt as if he were sitting in front of a massive shark—one that could bite through a fishing rod in a single bite.
He couldn’t fathom why a dignified man like Gulang would personally visit his home.
According to recent intelligence, Gulang was as sly as a serpent and as brave as a tiger but could also be as timid and cunning as a fox.
This kind of person, once given wings and a touch-up, could perfectly play a boss in a videogame.
“May I ask the purpose of your visit today?” said Song Yun, as the ladies left for another room and he turned to ask.
“Song Yun, by terms of seniority, I’m one of your seniors at work.
Can’t I, as your senior, come over to see you?” Gulang smiled and replied.