How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

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The last shred of hope was mercilessly shattered by Gu Heng. Li Feng threw the green booklet fiercely at him and, clenching his jaw, his face twisted in rage, said, "You’re really asking for death, you know that? This hurts more than if you’d fucking killed me!"

Truth be told, there certainly was envy.

After all, not so long ago we were all a bunch of hard-luck guys huddling together, cursing how fate had dealt us a bad hand. Then, in the blink of an eye, a buddy turns into a big shot driving a Bentley, and I’m still the same damn hard-luck guy.

To not feel a tinge of envy under such contrasting fortunes... Well, unless you’re the kind of friend who’s been through battles together, taking bullets for each other, I doubt any other kind of bond could prevent it.

How does that saying go?

Your own failure is painful enough, but seeing your good brother succeed is even more heartbreaking...

That pretty much sums up how Li Feng felt right now...

After a while, Li Feng managed to somewhat calm his emotions. He shakily took out a pack of Puwan cigarettes from his pocket, his hands trembling as he tried to pull out two sticks. However, Gu Heng smacked the pack out of his hand before he could even touch the cigarettes.

"Smoke mine! Does this kind of low grade shit deserve to enter Brother Feng’s mouth?"

Saying that, he took out a pack of He Tianxia cigarettes he had opened that morning, drew one out, and under Li Feng’s blank expression, shoved it into his mouth.

Shielding from the wind, lighting the cigarette, all done in one fluid motion...

Lighting a cigarette for someone used to be the ultimate sign of respect among our group of buddies!

You could bum my smokes, you could even pocket my lighter, but to light your cigarette for you? No way in hell!

Savoring a service he had rarely enjoyed since childhood, Li Feng’s face was still filled with bitterness...

If some emo background music played right now, perhaps he might even shed a few tears of anguish...

...

...

Gu Heng’s posturing was pretty much done, and Li Feng’s molars were nearly shattered from the tension. Leaning against the car door, the pair started to talk amidst the smoke they exhaled.

"I never would have guessed that out of all us brothers, you’d be the first one to strike it rich.

Xiaohua, Haibin, and me, who doesn’t have a thicker wallet than you? Back then, you literally had nothing—no degree, no skills, and your dad couldn’t help you much either. But look at what happened?

The three of us are still the same losers, but you, you’re the one who made it first, able to afford a Bentley costing millions. Damn, where’s the justice in that?"

After saying this, Li Feng took a heavy drag of his cigarette, and continued, "But this is fate. You just have that kind of destiny! You were meant to make this fortune!"

Gu Heng smiled faintly as he listened to Li Feng’s words.

Before, Gu Heng didn’t believe in fate—he had probably read too many web novels, full of the belief ’My destiny is in my own hands,’ always thinking he was the protagonist of his own life story, who would eventually carve out his own slice of heaven...

It wasn’t until after spending a few years in Hang City, having experienced screwing bolts in a factory, delivering takeaways, and enduring a white-collar job that paid 4500 while being exploited by the boss, that he snapped out of it. What the hell does ’My destiny is in my own hands’ even mean in this world?

Once he came to his senses, he actually became more inclined to believe in the saying, ’Fate draws lines that distinguish between the towering and the lowly.’

Some are born lofty and exalted above others, while others struggle their entire lives just to kneel down, begging for a basic living.

He firmly believed that without the system, not to mention five years, even fifty years from now, he’d still be a nobody. He still agreed with the idea that effort could change destiny—but he no longer believed such things could happen to him.

Gu Heng didn’t want to continue talking about himself with Li Feng—after all, there wasn’t much to say. Surely he couldn’t naively reveal that he had a game cheat and a system to harness, right?

He then diverted the conversation, "What about you? Still planning to take over your dad’s business and keep driving trucks?"

"What else?"

Li Feng let out a bitter laugh, "I might have wanted to strike out on my own before and maybe get rich like you. Now, I don’t have the ambition since getting married isn’t just about feeding oneself anymore.

It was because Zhao Fang got pregnant that I rushed into marriage; otherwise, I would’ve dragged it out another year or two. You know how much it costs once you’re married and have a kid, right?

Though driving trucks is tiring, it pays more. If I’ve got enough work in a month, pulling in two or three grand isn’t a problem."

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The two of them chatted on and on.

And suddenly the topic turned heavy...

"Oh right, Hengzi, you’ve made it big now too. Have you thought about finding a girlfriend and getting married?"

Seeming to feel that the atmosphere had become too gloomy, Li Feng switched the topic once again.

Upon hearing this, Gu Heng laughed and said, "Get married?

Have you forgotten what we said back then? Who was it that said, once we get rich, we’re going to date eighty girlfriends?"

"Come on, that was just boasting and joking around!"

"I never took it as a joke. I’m still a long way from the goal of eighty girlfriends. Without dating eighty girlfriends, there’s no way I’m getting married."

"You little rascal!"

Li Feng naturally took a pack of He Tianxia cigarettes from Gu Heng’s pocket, continued it with his still-lit cigarette butt, then stuffed the cigarette into his own pocket. "It’s enough to play around for a while, but you still need to get married when it’s time. Men, ah! They don’t grow up until they marry!"

"Are you still in touch with Li Mengxue?"

Hearing this name that hadn’t been mentioned in a long time, Gu Heng suddenly thought of the girl in his WeChat contacts still labeled "First Blood Raider," then shook his head and said, "Haven’t been in touch. There’s nothing to contact about. We’ve been apart for so many years."

Upon hearing this, Li Feng eagerly leaned into Gu Heng’s ear. "You know my wife Zhao Fang is still quite close with Li Mengxue, right?"

"And then?"

"Don’t blame your brother for not telling you, Zhao Fang mentioned to me a while ago that Li Mengxue is still single! She’s going to be a bridesmaid at my wedding in a couple of days. Do you want me to play matchmaker for you guys at the wedding, let you pick up where you left off?"

Gu Heng thought about the girl who was beginning to blur in his memory, and also remembered the few words Li Mengxue had typed to him on WeChat when they broke up.

[We will belong to two different worlds in the future.]

He then gently shook his head. "Forget it, isn’t the way things are now pretty good?"

Before the system came, Gu Heng indeed thought that once he had money, he would stand before Li Mengxue again and tell her loudly and proudly that they were not from two different worlds anymore!

But after he got the system, whether it was Fang Xun, Lin Jiayun, or Lin Ran, each was ten to a hundred times better than Li Mengxue...

It was after experiencing the colorful world that he realized that the things he once yearned for but couldn’t obtain were really nothing to speak of.

Constantly thinking about the past losses doesn’t necessarily mean holding onto the past or still having feelings; it may just mean not having encountered anything better...

Seeing that Li Feng was about to persuade him again, Gu Heng hurriedly interrupted him.

"Alright, wow! I just ran out from home because my mom was pressuring me to go on a blind date. If you keep nagging, I’ll leave!"

"Alright, alright, you’re rich now, so you speak loudly, you rotten thing!"

"By the way, you just mentioned Haibin and Xiaohua. Have they come back yet?"

At the mention of this, Li Feng suddenly got excited.

Livid from being shown up by Gu Heng, he felt like biting through his back molars. He wasn’t going to be the only one losing out! He quickly said, "They’re back, both in Dongguang, came back on the same day, even helped me decorate my wedding room yesterday.

Why don’t I call them over, and we can have lunch at my place? It’s been years since we all got together, let’s drink a bit at noon. How about it?"

"Make a call? Can you make calls faster than my 2024 latest model emperor blue, 4.0T displacement, twin-turbocharged, 550 horsepower Bentley Flying Spur?

You’re trying to show off your 2000 bucks phone to me? Are you even qualified?!"

Just as Li Feng, who had barely calmed down a few minutes ago, heard this sentence, his blood pressure surged again: "You really deserve to die!!!"

"Quit your bullshit, get in the car! Let me show you what the charm of a 3.8 million luxury car is like!"