After saying those few words, Qin Yiwei was already somewhat out of breath. He rested for quite a while before recovering.
He could not help recalling forty or fifty years ago, when his health had still been fairly good and he had worked alongside Old Wang, full of vigor and ambition.
And now, surrounded by petty schemers and sycophants, he too was approaching the end of his life. How ironic.
"The person I've wronged most in my life is Old Wang. He has a warm heart and a chivalrous spirit. He was never really suited to politics. He could only serve as muscle."
"I forced him to do some bad things. Eventually, he couldn't stand it anymore and parted ways with me. But even then, he never stood in my way."
Qin Yiwei panted. "After I die, he'll probably be given a position again. But please tell him this... every era is the same, really. Don't think you can fix everything once and for all. You'll only end up hurting yourself."
The young man remained silent, then finally nodded.
"I have a few little gifts for you here. [Reincarnator], this is all I can do to help you. I won't be able to do anything for your next life... speaking of which, what do you want to do in your next life?"
Qin Yiwei opened a drawer and took out a slip of paper with a string of Secret Keys written on it.
"I haven't decided yet."
"That's true. When you're young, you always have plenty of time to squander. Go and collect them from the safe at the Central Bank as soon as you can."
"There are 300 units of Source of the World inside. Half is for Old Wang, and half is for you. There's also enough startup