"Although I'd really like to comfort you, that is the reality."
"Your age and what you've experienced naturally determine your horizons and perspective."
"Even though you're the chairman of the Human Race's largest conglomerate, all you can see are the corporation, industries, money..."
"But in another twenty years, perhaps you... can go further, even take over Yu Mo's position. But at least not now."
The fat old man spoke earnestly, a hint of admonition in his voice.
Sun Wen sank into thought. Only after a long while did he instinctively raise his head and look at the fat old man. "But Yu Mo... is only in his thirties now!"
"Mm..."
"Your intelligence far exceeds that of ordinary people. Calling you a genius is no exaggeration!"
"And a hardworking genius at that."
"But between a genius and a freak..."
"There's always a gap."
"Just like that youngster, who took out a whole bunch of old codgers and made his own way out of Sin City. Tell me, wouldn't those old codgers curse up a storm?"
"Saying, 'I'm clearly older than him, so why the hell did he get out?'"
As he spoke, the fat old man's gaze fell on Yu Sheng, his eyes filled with feeling.
"Some people rush through life, a mere few decades, and waste every last year."
"But likewise, most people have seen and experienced a great deal in those decades, so naturally, they think further ahead..."
"Time is sometimes an indisputable advantage. Take me, for instance. When I was your age, I was nowhere near your level, but now, I can offer you a few words of advice."
For some reason, the fat old man was extremely friendly toward Sun Wen, even absurdly so. He was genuinely guiding Sun Wen patiently, teaching him to understand life's truths.