Deng Chun had a very bad feeling.
His old father was cooperating with the Amaterasu Order?
Had he considered whether the benefits matched the price?
In Deng Chun's view of the world, benefits and costs being evenly matched was actually an extremely rare occurrence. Especially in "cooperation" between those above and those below—most of the time, it was nothing more than a hazy opportunity in exchange for your hard-earned money, even your life savings.
Otherwise, how could those above remain "above"?
His old father had spent many years cultivating ties in Lake City. He was friends with Gao Wenfu, and together they had formed a massive community of shared interests. That was impressive enough. Yet after a single upheaval, he had been cleared out of Lake City in the blink of an eye, and everything he had accumulated over a lifetime might vanish into nothing.
After decades spent at Gao Wenfu's side, with their interests intertwined, things had still ended this way. That showed just how harshly the "matching" between those above and below was enforced.
So where did old Mr. Deng Yunwei get the confidence to discuss cooperation with the Amaterasu Order, with a True God, with the Pope?
At that moment, Deng Chun fervently hoped that, if his conjecture was true, Grand Executive Officer Gao Wenfu, far away in Lake City, had to be involved. There had to be some mechanism of "joint plotting" at work.
That could barely maintain a balance.
Otherwise, Deng Yunwei, going it alone, could never achieve that kind of match.
Deng Chun was so anxious not because he worried about his old father, who was figuring out how to digest his children and grandchildren, but because he was acutely sensitive to how his father would pay the price—and what kind of price he