At this, Auntie Gui looked at Wang Yue and Ma Qiushan, then continued with enduring patience, "Anyway, even if you become a boss and a billionaire who earns a lot of money—money so plentiful that this courtyard can't hold it and you can never spend it all—let me ask you: what if one day you're gone? Can you take these things with you? People are quite easy to send off when they die: paper-mache items, cars, houses, boy and girl servants, tens of billions from the Heaven and Earth Bank. Tell me how much you want, since your descendants can't spend that much money anyway; we'll prepare the whole set and burn it all for you. Why be so stubborn?"
Hearing Auntie Gui's words, Wang Yue felt rather ashamed. A salted fish like him, though occasionally turning over, remained fundamentally nothing more than a salted fish. It was just that he still possessed a bit of self-awareness and hadn't turned himself into a dried salted fish.
He also understood now that while Auntie Gui seemed to be offering guidance to Ma Qiushan, she was actually reminding Wang Yue as well. She probably thought Wang Yue was too idle, spending every day running around playing with women without ever seeming to care about the construction team on his mountain.
Everyone was a stranger, and who knew if Wang Yue might leave this village one day and never see them again? If not for a kind heart, Auntie Gui wouldn't pour her heart out to a stranger, seeing as there was really no need for it.
Although Auntie Gui's reminder was of no use to Wang Yue, he still felt he owed her a favor. Even though it had been forced upon him, he figured he could help Auntie Gui out.
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