Mr. Zhu's words made Lu Shanmin's scalp numb.

The reason why he has always believed that he can pull out the shadow is not because he thinks he has the ability.

He has always been very self-aware, very clear about how much he has, and never arrogantly thought that he could defeat the shadow by relying on himself.

The reason why he firmly believed was, on the one hand, because he believed in Zuoqiu, and the more important essential reason was that he believed in justice and believed that the state authority would intervene in full sooner or later.

But according to Mr. Zhu's words, he thought things were simple.

Mr. Zhu narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Shanmin and asked, "Are you scared"?

Of course, Lu Shanmin was afraid. What he was afraid of was not his life or death. Anyway, he had made up his mind to fight to the end. What he was afraid of was that he would take a large group of people to die, and most of these groups were his friends and relatives.

"Scared"! Lu Shanmin was not stubborn and honestly told his true thoughts.

Mr. Zhu smiled with relief, "Just be afraid."

Lu Shanmin looked at Mr. Zhu in confusion, wondering what he meant by "just be afraid".

Mr. Zhu said slowly: "Many people think that the founding of China depends on our spirit of not being afraid of death and not being afraid of life. Of course, this spirit is a crucial factor, but not the only decisive factor. Not being afraid of death and sent death are two completely different concepts. Many Chinese people now think that the anti-Middle and aid Korea relied on the tactics of the sea of ​​people. In fact, we have superb strategic and tactical wisdom, roundabout encirclement, deep interlude, night raids, and our unique three-three system. These military wisdoms are the real magic weapon to win. Although we are far from the equipment of the United Nations Army, in fact, in the end, our casualties are not much greater than those of the other side. In many battles, the other side's army armed to the teeth are even greater than ours."

"Otherwise, in the era of heat, soldiers and weapons, there is no wisdom, and only relying on the spirit of not fearing death, no matter how many people go, they will be cannon fodder."

Mr. Zhu took a sip of tea and said to Lu Shanmin: "Acknowledging fear is not a shame, but it means that you are not a person who shows off your courage. I was worried before that you were blinded by hatred, but now it seems that I am over-thinking."

Lu Shanmin's face was a little pale, "Grandpa Zhu, please give me some advice."

Mr. Zhu was very satisfied with Lu Shanmin's attitude and smiled and said, "It's really rare. None of my grandchildren like you like to listen to the old man nagging me. Including Zixuan, the girl always falls asleep every time she listens to me nagging. Although that boy Zijian occasionally listens to me, he only likes to listen to me and tells stories. He always likes to ask why, and he makes me angry every time."

Mr. Zhu pointed to a letter on the wall and asked, "How do you think this word is written?"

Lu Shanmin looked at the words on the wall. In fact, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the words "Sitting to see the mountains and seas" hanging on the wall.

"The brushwork is vigorous and proud, and I can't write it without decades of effort."

Lu Shanmin paused for a moment and said, "There is no concealment of killing between the lines. The iron hook and silver stroke are like wielding the sword of the Xingtian. The person who writes must be from the army."

"Good eyesight"! Mr. Zhu praised without hesitation. Then he continued: "The same words are the same. If the primary school students look at them, they will not even recognize these words, so that those who do not understand calligraphy will look at them.

I feel that writing is not good at all. If people who only understand calligraphy can only see the momentum of the brushwork. However, in my life, who have fought for half of my life, what I see is not the brushwork or artistic conception, but the sound of golden swords and iron horses and war drums, but the indomitable and heroic struggle of a nation, but the rebirth of a country through wind, frost, snow, rain, and fire. I even see this nation, through struggle and struggle, thrives and realizes the great Chinese dream.”

Lu Shanmin was infected by Mr. Zhu's aura and turned his head to look at the word "Sitting to the Mountains and Seas" again, as if he really saw what he was talking about.

Mr. Zhu continued: "For this example, I want to tell you that people of the same object, the same thing, and the same level will see differently, and may even be very different."

Lu Shanmin listened carefully. He didn't understand this principle, but now it seems that he may not really understand it.

Mr. Zhu said: "Everyone is restricted by the environment in which he lives, and it is difficult to see the truth at a higher level."

Mr. Zhu paused for a moment, as if he was afraid that Lu Shanmin would be disgusted with his way of speaking as much as his grandchildren. He asked with an inquiring look: "Do you feel a little annoyed?"

Lu Shanmin shook his head, "Grandpa Zhu, I have benefited a lot after listening to you."

Mr. Zhu relaxed and continued to say slowly: "Before doing anything, you should fully understand this matter. What I mean by full recognition does not refer to the collected information and data, but to think deeply about its essence. Only by understanding the essence of this matter can you look at this matter from a higher level beyond your narrow gaze. Have you ever thought about the essence of shadows?"

Lu Shanmin frowned slightly, "They are a group of arrogant people who are under the banner of justice, but are actually cruel and ruthless, and are essentially no different from those who bully the weak."

Mr. Zhu shook his head, "What you are talking about is still the appearance."

Lu Shanmin stared at Mr. Zhu in a daze.

Mr. Zhu thought for a moment and said, "From the perspective of the market economy, shadow has a fundamental attribute, that is, market attributes."

Lu Shanmin looked at Mr. Zhu with some confusion and said, "I'd like to ask Grandpa Zhu to make it clear."

Mr. Zhu said lightly: "Simply put, it is the product of the market. All the products of the market must conform to the laws of the market. The so-called market laws are straightforward, which means mergers and expansions between capitals, and even more straightforward, it means that big fish eat small fish. Do you understand what I mean?"

As he said that, Mr. Zhu raised his finger and pointed up, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Lu Shanmin lowered his head and thought, and then looked up at Mr. Zhu for a moment, "What you mean is that the state will not interfere easily in the market behavior and market handling."

"But, Grandpa Zhu, they did a lot of shameful things behind their backs. Those things are not only not market behavior, but rather violate the laws of the free market and even break the rules."

Mr. Zhu smiled, "You are very smart, but you still stay in your own inherent cognition when you look at problems, and it is a narrow cognition."

Mr. Zhu continued, "Give me an example, there are two noodle shops not far from my house. Sometimes I go to them to eat noodles. The owner of a noodle shop often says bad things about another noodle shop in front of me, saying that the beef in that shop is not fresh, saying that his braised beef is a secret recipe passed down from the ancestors, and the owner of another noodle shop will also say bad things about this noodle shop, saying that the flour made by the other party is inferior flour from the south, and also saying that his noodle soup is a secret soup base, and this is the only one in Tianjin."

Lu Shanmin heard it a little confused.

This phenomenon is very common, and it is everywhere in reality. In the past, when he was at the midnight barbecue restaurant on Minsheng West Road, Lin Dahai often boasted that his barbecue was a secret recipe passed down from ancestors and was the only one in Donghai. He also often slandered the house at the entrance of the financial college, saying that the barbecue used overnight dishes, so the two had a big argument because of this, and once they almost started fighting.

Mr. Zhu asked: "Tell me, are they market behavior?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not. In essence, they violate the principle of integrity of the market economy."

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Then I'll ask you again, why are there no relevant departments dealing with them?"

Lu Shanmin originally wanted to say that the noodle shop was too small, which was different from the big capital of large enterprises, but if you think about it carefully, which big enterprise did not act like this. For a contract and a project, open and secretly fought, and conspiracies emerged one after another. The difference is that the big enterprise was well disguised, which was even more difficult for people to see.

Mr. Zhu continued: "You said no, then I will tell you that they are, even though they violate the spirit of the contract and the principle of integrity, they are market behavior."

Lu Shanmin looked at Mr. Zhu incredibly. Although he did not refute, he disagreed in his heart. If Mr. Zhu was right, it means that all the things he learned in the high school of finance and in Tianjing Finance were wrong, which seriously impacted his views.

Mr. Zhu naturally saw Lu Shanmin’s idea and said, “Then let me ask you again, is our China now taking the path of market economy?”

Lu Shanmin nodded, "There is no doubt about this."

Mr. Zhu asked again: "If the behavior of those two noodle shops is not market behavior, then is it still the path of market economy in China?"

Lu Shanmin frowned. He had never thought about this problem before. This was a paradox. If he did not admit the behavior of the noodle shop owner, it would be equivalent to not admitting the Chinese market economy. However, if he admitted that the behavior of the noodle shop owner was a market economy, then they obviously violated the principles of the market economy. He suddenly felt that he had entered a dead end and could not transfer it.

Mr. Zhu took a sip of tea and moistened his throat, "Do you feel like you're walking into a dead end?"

Lu Shanmin nodded. He was indeed entering a dead end.

Mr. Zhu slowly said: "If you go into a dead end in something, it is definitely not the problem with the alley itself, but your understanding of this matter is wrong from the root."

As he said that, Mr. Zhu squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Shanmin, "You are wrong in your understanding of the market economy."

Lu Shanmin opened his mouth slightly, almost burst into cold sweat. He understood what Mr. Zhu meant.

"What you mean is that the market economy itself is a deception, conspiracy, and any means to achieve its goal."

Mr. Zhu nodded with satisfaction: "Your generation of young people are not poisoned by the chicken soup of the free market economy in the Western world."

Mr. Zhu suddenly became serious, "The bullshit free market, the bullshit contract spirit, whether it was back then or now, when did Western countries have real contract spirit and real free trade? They forcibly formulate rules, and when the rules cannot be restricted, they will shamelessly punish this and that on false charges, slap your neck, arrest your people, suppress your business unreasonably, and do their best to slander you and slander you."
Chapter completed!