Lately, one thought had kept turning over in Wang Xiaoliang's mind.
If he made videos of the principles in the Book of Fate, one by one, writing them with a brush for Tang Heihu's account, or shared them through conversations with Huang Xueli on the Understanding through Courtesy account, how many people might he help?
Lying in bed that night, he told Wei Zijin about the idea. After listening, she did not answer right away, but looked at him and thought for a while.
"It's a good idea. Since what happened with Li Xiude, I've been thinking about it these past few days too."
"But?"
"What if someone wants to do what Li Xiude did?"
"And most people would dismiss it out of hand."
Wang Xiaoliang understood. The Book of Fate could save people, but it could also harm them. What had Li Xiude used it for? Cheating people. If they spread it, what would happen if a second or third Li Xiude emerged?
They could not cover the entire internet, and not everyone was willing to listen to what he had to say.
There were also people who, when he had only written a few words, would glance at them and say, "What the hell are you writing? A pile of shit?"
"You're right to worry. Let's put it on hold for now." Wang Xiaoliang stroked Wei Zijin's face. "We'll talk about it once we've thought it through."
The matter was set aside for the time being.
A few days later, Wei Zijin received a call from Xie Hui.
"Zijin, let's have a meal. You absolutely have to bring Wang Xiaoliang. I missed your wedding, so let this meal be my apology."
Wei Zijin agreed at once. To her, Xie Hui was a benefactor.
The restaurant was in East