The two stood in front of Mr. Qian's tombstone. The man on the tombstone had been playing golf with them just a couple of days ago, but now he lay cold in the grave.
"One day we'll all be lying in here, knowing nothing!" Mr. Mo suddenly spoke. "Come to think of it, what are we really pursuing in this life? In the end, isn't it all just a handful of dirt!"
"What we pursue is to live a life worth living!" Ye Gushen said, looking at the tombstone with a plain face.
Mr. Qian seemed like a kindly old grandfather, but in truth, his ruthlessness was no less than anyone else's.
And the man lamenting life next to him was even more ambitious.
"What kind of life is truly worth living? Adding a lot of trash to the world!" Mo Qianchi suddenly squatted down.
He grabbed a handful of the earth and scattered it onto the tombstone, "Old Qian, remember the taste of this soil. In your next life, reincarnate here again, and I'll cover for you!"
