Ye Yaodong patted Ye Chenghu on the shoulder and spoke with rare earnestness. "Son, let me tell you something. We need to keep a low profile when we do things. If we show off too much, we can easily steal someone's thunder and make them resent us. Do you know what it means to make a fortune quietly?"
Ye Chenghu looked blankly at his father and shook his head.
"It means not letting other people see the benefits you've gained. We shouldn't show off too much. When you're going around desperately showing off to everyone, you might make people jealous and resentful, and somehow scatter all your money luck."
"There's always a higher mountain, always someone better than you. Something you're proud of might be next to nothing in some people's eyes. They might well look at you like you're a clown."
"Take the shark fin you showed off about yesterday. To the poor people in our village, that really is good stuff, and getting to eat it really is worth bragging about. But if you talk about it at school, you might just get put in your place. What if some official's kid looks at you with contempt and calls you a country bumpkin who's never eaten anything decent, saying even that's worth talking about? What would you do?"
Ye Chenghu glared ahead and clenched his fists. "Beat him up!"
Ye Yaodong: "..."
Had he wasted all that breath?
But thinking about it, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that. He did deserve a beating!
"No, son, listen. People who show off all the time and can't help announcing every little achievement to the whole world are shortsighted. They have no idea how big the world is. They're like frogs at the bottom of a well. We