When Lin Tianyi invited Bai Xiaosheng to sit down, he recited a poem, "I built my cottage in the community of men, and yet there is no noise of carriage and horses. You may wonder how this can be. When the heart is far, the place naturally becomes remote. I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, and in calmness see the Southern Mountain. The mountain air is delightful both day and night, and the flying birds come back together. Here lies the true meaning, which I have forgotten to express in words."
"I've also thought about living that pastoral life, free from the hustle and bustle brought by worldly wealth." Lin Tianyi said with a smile.
Bai Xiaosheng also smiled and praised, "Mr. Lin, your heart is so noble, I admire you!"
In his heart, Bai Xiaosheng silently mouthed two words. Bullshit.
Rich people always claim they don't love money, those in power lament about the burdens of authority, yet none of them seem eager to avoid it, truly keeping their distance...
