"Now that's a good idea!" Maitreya finally showed a hint of joy. "Mr. G was right—no matter what trouble arises, you always have a way to solve it."
"Is that so? What else did he tell you?" Zhang Heng holstered his gun.
"This time, he was indeed at fault first. He shouldn't have kept the courier matter from you, so once we return to the First Layer, Mr. G said he would personally apologize to you. Besides finding someone to perform your surgery and providing five million Credit Points as payment, there will be other compensation as well. He will make sure you are satisfied," Maitreya said respectfully.
"So polite? I suppose he only remembers me when he's been driven into a corner." Zhang Heng's tone was flat.
Maitreya smiled but did not deny it. "No matter what, being useful is better than being useless. Only capable people are worth using, and someone as capable as you can even control your own fate to a certain extent."
"What about you?" Zhang Heng neither agreed nor disagreed. "Why were you willing to risk your life to be the courier for tonight's exchange?"
"To create a better world. No classes, no exploitation, no deception, where everyone can find meaning in their own existence..." A look of longing appeared on Maitreya's face.
"Forgive me for saying so, but every form of social organization is filled with class divisions and exploitation," Zhang Heng said. "And as for the meaning of one's existence, with or without Clones, the vast majority of ordinary people are destined never to find it."
"What a pessimistic thing to say. No wonder Miss F said you don't believe in any ideals." Maitreya sighed. "Your life must be very dull. Even with strength that everyone envies, you cannot find a reason