(Thanks to Son of the Round Clam, Pete Griffin, for the reward bonus chapter 37/50)
Li Qinwu turned to look and saw an ordinary-looking, white-haired old man sitting on a nearby bench, casually feeding pigeons with dry bread crumbs.
More than a dozen snow-white pigeons hopped and skipped about, pecking at the crumbs the old man scattered. They looked exceptionally lively.
As the old man crumbled the bread, he turned to Li Qinwu and chuckled warmly.
"Young man, you look strong and full of vigor, right in your prime. Why are you sitting here sighing?"
Li Qinwu looked at the pigeons pecking at the crumbs on the ground and sighed again.
"What use is being young and strong? At the heart of Terra's political maelstrom, a little shrimp like me can't even stir up a ripple!"
The old man burst into laughter.
"If you're a little shrimp, then you must be an extraordinary little shrimp!
Because even a big fish wouldn't dare dream of stirring up waves on Terra, yet you, a little shrimp, actually dared to think about it. You're no simple fellow! Hahaha!"
The old man's words made Li Qinwu laugh.
"To be honest, before I came to Terra, I really did think about making some big waves!
And I thought the merits I'd earned would be the capital I needed to do it!
But in the end, before I could even make a bubble, Terra's nobles snuffed me out~"
Now the old man was interested as well. He stopped crumbling bread for the pigeons, leaned forward, and asked:
"Oh my, you've got quite some ambition, young man.
What's this? From the sound of it, you've accomplished some great feats?
Tell this old man what you've done."
Li Qinwu eyed the old man suspiciously from head to toe.