Why had Qin Lin worked so hard, if not to keep a poor family like the Qin Family from sinking to the level of ordinary commoners?
Qin Lin understood everything Wang Yue had said, but he also sensed that Wang Yue's words held a deeper meaning. He asked solemnly, "May I ask if you have a way to give both poor families and commoners a path forward?"
Wang Yue smiled. "Of course. Young Master Qin, tell me: in this world, are there more commoners or more members of aristocratic families?"
The answer was obvious. Qin Lin didn't even need to think before replying, "Commoners!"
Wang Yue nodded. "Exactly. There are more commoners. So why shouldn't poor families consider the commoners' power when trying to counterbalance the aristocratic families?"
Qin Lin was a little bewildered. What power did commoners have? He didn't understand.
Wang Yue smiled. "I know you think commoners are just a scattered mass, at the mercy of the aristocratic families. That's because you haven't given them anything to hope for. If you give them hope, even a spark can start a prairie fire."
Qin Lin was a clever man, and immediately understood Wang Yue's meaning. But he misunderstood him, and hurriedly waved his hands. "That would only plunge the people into misery. My Qin Family won't rebel, either. Why are you telling me this?"
Wang Yue was speechless. Annoyed, he said, "If I wanted to rebel, I wouldn't come to you. I'm only telling you that if you can find the commoners a path forward, then your poor families will have a path forward, too.
"After all, the commoners need someone to lead them. It will be either the poor families or the aristocratic families. Winning the support of more commoners is your path to defeating the aristocratic