If Alyosha's private residence had looked merely "over-the-top" from the outside, then once Li Ye and Old Shao entered the main house, neither of them knew what to say.
Never mind the sheer number of rooms that could make someone lose their way—the dazzling, luxurious chandeliers, the heavy, soft carpets, and the exquisitely decorated walls adorned with oil paintings and artworks all made Li Ye wonder if he was nothing more than a country bumpkin.
Li Ye had a lavish estate in the Lighthouse himself, after all, and when he had bought it, the former owner had bragged endlessly about how impressive it was.
But compared to Alyosha's villa, Li Ye's estate might not have been a cowshed beside a skyscraper, yet it truly could only be called "economical and practical."
By the time everyone reached the dining room, Li Ye had already become immune to silver knives and forks, artistic tableware, and servants waiting at attention to serve them.
They were remnants of the tsarist regime; they were successors of XX-ism. If they could not compare, then so be it!
But once everyone began chatting over the meal, Li Ye nearly could not stop himself from making a snide remark.
It was one thing for you to be working toward becoming a future oligarch, but you were also displaying intense "confusion" and "heartache" over the country's future. Wasn't that contrast a little too absurd?
Alyosha said, "Sophia, Sun, and I had already recognized the shortcomings of the planned economy back when we were in school,
but we still believed that our red would never wither. As long as we united again, we could rule the world together. But now, we lie awake through the night, not knowing where the future will lead us."
Sophia sighed as well. "Actually, things