Christmas in Zhangzhou 2019

　　It's the third year now. As I expected, the old man has changed his attitude towards me. This isn't a change in him, nor is it due to my worldly success; it's an inevitable result of my self-cultivation (I believe it).

　　This time, I felt he wasn't as accomplished as I imagined. (Me: Sanmao is taking the postgraduate entrance exam. I'm not worried about his future; by future, I mean his independence. Jiang: He's worried about Shi Yong. "Shi Yong's economic conditions are much better than many others.") It might also be his perception of me; if Shi Yong can't do it, I certainly can't.

　　Hahahaha. I laughed inwardly, and now I also had a carefree smile on my face.

　　Me: Brother Jiang, haven't you considered the post-pharmaceutical era? Jiang: What industry is more profitable than medicine? Medicine is a gold mine. Even the liquor industry has returned to making medicine. Look at Jiajun and Shi Yong!

　　Of course, I know the principle of "first tobacco, second medicine." I understood this principle when I was 15, but what he doesn't know is that in any industry, you have to be at the top; there's no difference between industries at the bottom. High profits and high risks are an eternal law (I have no jealousy). In this era of social transformation, the value of one's own perception will once again be fully demonstrated. My judgment remains to be seen.

　　He doesn't believe my talk of my ideals (my worldly success), and frankly, nobody believes it, not even my wife and family.

　　We spent a day there, exploring the ancient streets and the Confucius Temple. I still value knowledge above all else, and I'm also demonstrating my knowledge. Only in this way can it become my own. Persistence is my purpose.

　　To be continued in Zhangzhou in 2020. Wishing Brother Jiang good luck.