Everyone says that Wang Jin is a saint descended from heaven.
He is modest, filial, frugal and knowledgeable. He is the last light in the court and a gentleman that the world looks up to.
But only I know——
He went from a humble boy with nothing to the powerful Anhan Gong.
It never depends on virtue, but on making decisions.
Use people as clothing, morality as a blade, circles as a ladder, and human hearts as a chess piece.
The nobles praise him, the court submits to him, the people believe in him, and the world flocks to him.
He draws the biggest pie, builds the most perfect system, and talks about the most moving ideals.
But this world has never been the order in the classics, it is just a shaky grass-roots team.
When the hearts are scattered, the resources are cut off, and the bread is broken,
No matter how perfect the character is, no matter how grand the rules are, no matter how sacred the performance is,
Nor can it sustain a Ponzi situation that is doomed to collapse.
I am Xie Guanchen, a bystander who writes.
I will tell you:
Saints are not born, gentlemen can perform, and power is all disguise.
And each of us is playing another version of ourselves in this world.
