In dealing with people, reading the room was important. Giving others a way out was an even greater display of wisdom and character.
If someone farted, everyone pretended not to hear or smell it, found another topic to discuss, and steered around it. That was the best way to handle it.
You kept your dignity, and I showed my wisdom.
Only an idiot would pinch his nose and shout, "Who the fuck farted?"
That was the situation now. Jiang Shang had farted, and everyone had to pretend they couldn't smell it—that it didn't exist, that they didn't know about it. There! Was! Nothing!
So Mo Chen was the first to pull him down into his seat. "Oh, Old Jiang, sit down and eat. He's just a petty thief. It makes no difference who deals with him."
"Exactly, exactly." Xia Yongnian added, "Besides, Duke Disha insisted on going in there to stir things up. Who among us could have stopped him?"
But Jiang Shang still wouldn't let it go. "No, if he keeps doing things like this, it puts me in a very awkward position."
"Yes, yes, awkward, awkward. But you need to think about who he is! Ming Disha. He doesn't care about our dignity, our reputation, or any of that." Fishing Old Man added, "He doesn't even give me any face!"
Nan Ji hurriedly said, "He likes to play, so just let him play. Besides, is that rat the protagonist today? Is he worthy? The protagonist is you—the Jiang Family! We still have a happy occasion to celebrate, don't we?"
Another kind of wisdom was this: when someone gave you a way out, you fucking took it.
Don't reject kindness when it's offered.
Otherwise, once that chance passed, you would be even more embarrassed than before.
Jiang Shang slapped