Rebel Demon King

Chapter 2 Money is the greatest fairness in the world
After the cremation, aunt Huang Qiaoyun took Cheng Mo to store the urn in the funeral home. Because Cheng Yongze died unexpectedly, he would not buy the cemetery in advance, so the official burial will choose an auspicious day after purchasing the cemetery, and invite some Taoist priests or monks. to do things.

Huang Qiaoyun babbled about the price of the cemetery in Cheng Mo's ear, complaining about the high price of the provincial capital, and a urn cost five or six thousand, not bought at the funeral home and no storage service is provided, and said that people die like lights go out It is enough to eat well and live well before you are alive. There is no need to pursue that extravagant mansion-style cemetery after death.
Cheng Mo naturally understands that Huang Qiaoyun's implication is that there is no need to buy a too expensive cemetery for Cheng Yongze, but Cheng Mo thinks that his son's cemetery is much more luxurious than Lao Tzu's, and it is too immodest. Yes, Cheng Mo He owned his posthumous residence many years ago, and it was his father Cheng Yongze who brought him to choose it.

Cheng Mo secretly wondered whether he should get his cemetery for his father. A great man like Cheng Yongze, who has published several anthropological works, must at least give his descendants a decent place to remember and pay tribute. Being smart, a genius like his father is naturally unmatched. In addition, he estimates that he will have a good life in a few years, and it is even more impossible to achieve such a high achievement as his father.
At this time, Cheng Mo remembered that the last book written by Cheng Yongze was called "The Origin of Humanity". When Cheng Yongze asked his mentor, Li Mingde, president of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, to be honest, Li Mingde felt that the title was too big, and so many academic circles The Dana of the world dare not compare with Darwin, this is the title, but Cheng Yongze dares, this is too frivolous.

But after reading Cheng Yongze's manuscript, he transferred Cheng Yongze from the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences to the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, and appointed him as the deputy director of the Institute of Anthropology, and was elected to the Social Sciences earlier this year. A member of the academy, it can be seen that this book should bear its name, but unfortunately Cheng Mo has never seen this book published, and there is no "Origin of Humanity" in the remains and relics handed over from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. ” manuscript, I don’t know who owns this posthumous work of my father at this time.
Cheng Mo is not worried about his father's academic research, but if the content of the book is really worthy of the title "Origin of Humanity", the royalties will definitely be astronomical.
Cheng Mo never felt longing for money, there was nothing wrong with pursuing money, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. For him, money was the rule of the game in this world, a great and free tool, and money was the greatest fairness in this world.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that the social status of human beings is directly related to the money that can be controlled.
Cheng Mo didn't listen to what his aunt Huang Qiaoyun said at all. He just thought that his uncle Cheng Jidong would naturally become his guardian, and he was a little troubled, especially when he thought of his cousin, Cheng Mo nodded.

That's right, the name of his cousin, Cheng Xiuyan, is also a masterpiece of his father Cheng Yongze, but Cheng Mo's name of silence is quite appropriate, but Cheng Xiuyan is completely incompatible with "Hugh Yan". Cheng Mo is frail and sickly and doesn't like to talk. On the contrary, Cheng Mo's cousin, Cheng Xiuyan, who is a police officer, is simply an ADHD patient.
These are exactly what Cheng Mo doesn't like, and her advantages: being beautiful, kind, and a sense of justice.
In addition, there is a younger cousin Cheng Haoyang, a self-righteous little brat. Cheng Mo really doesn't like his uncle's family. If it is not for his relatives, and Cheng Jidong has to talk about it every party, he It was because his father could go to college that he gave up the argument of going to college. Cheng Mo really wanted to distance himself from this family.

It's not that Cheng Mo looks down on uncles and aunts who look down on typical petty citizen thinking, but he just doesn't like to deal with such people. It's too troublesome to deal with such people, and Cheng Mo is naturally afraid of trouble.

It's a little strange that Cheng Jidong and Huang Qiaoyun's genes are far inferior to Cheng Yongze and Lin Yiqing, but the daughters and sons born are very good-looking, while Cheng Mo, who should be handsome, is very ordinary. I can only feel the magic of creation.

Cheng Mo and Huang Qiaoyun watched the staff climb up the stairs and put their father's ashes in a high place. The bottom of the shelf was full and could only be placed in a high place. After getting down, the staff wrote a storage card according to the storage location. to him.

Naturally, Huang Qiaoyun would not fight with Cheng Mo for the right to keep such worthless things, and said to Cheng Mo while clutching the satchel containing a large gift money: "Let's go! Xiao Mo, there is still a meal at noon." Please, it’s another big expense. I told your uncle that there is no need to pay more than 500 for a table of meals, and leave some money for you to see a doctor. I said your father is already dead, why do you want to make such a face? The important thing is to help you save some money for your life and life is the last word."

In fact, more than 500 meals per table are already very cheap. Although the Hunan Provincial Academy of Social Sciences has no real power and is a noble unit, the capable people among them are think tanks who can advise decision-makers in Hunan Province. Not too few, not considered a marginal unit, the people who came to Cheng Yongze's funeral were almost all high-end intellectuals from Hunan Province, including many well-known scholars.

Besides, Cheng Yongze's salary is not low, and with the addition of some books, his income is quite high. It is a bit stingy to invite the guests to eat in the cafeteria of Yangmingshan. The gifts given are not small.

Cheng Mo is too lazy to care about these things, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand, and he doesn't care about face or anything, but he cares about the money.

The more you read about philosophy and history, the less you believe in human nature. Cheng Mo understands that conscience is of no importance in the face of interests.

Although he still can't understand Huang Qiaoyun's true thoughts, he has never been afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, because only in this way can he get the least amount of disappointment, so he pretended to be harmless and said: "It's really fortunate for my uncle and aunt to suffer. It's gone!"

Huang Qiaoyun said: "Fortunately! This is what your uncle and I should do. Look at your father's departure, and you will be left alone in your family! Your cruel mother, there has been no news for nearly ten years, really"

Thinking that saying this at this time is like rubbing salt on Cheng Mo's wound, Huang Qiaoyun sneered, and then immediately swore to comfort: "Don't worry, Xiao Mo, uncle and aunt will take good care of you in the future, you said that you are now only Those of us who are relatives, do not rely on us, who do we rely on?"

Cheng Mo didn't listen to what his nagging aunt said at all. He always automatically blocked these words of little nutritional value. If he had to listen to any trash talk, his deformed little heart would have been premature. just exploded.

He filtered out his aunt's continuous nagging and walked to the funeral home canteen...
At this moment, it is near noon, and the spacious hall of the canteen of Yangmingshan Funeral Home is full of people and looks quite lively. Although this is definitely not a sumptuous luncheon, many leaders and well-known leaders of the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences The scholar did not leave, and the other people who came to watch the ceremony naturally had to wait patiently for the meal before leaving.

Cheng Mo's uncle Cheng Jidong and Li Fengxian arranged for some distinguished guests to sit, mainly because some high-ranking leaders and scholars had to arrange the seats on the table. Who in the province could not see that the eyebrows were sitting in the wrong position, and they were embarrassed and unhappy. thing.

As for the other people, they are mostly familiar with each other and sit together, and there is no need to deliberately arrange seats.

At this time, there were already [-] or [-] people sitting at tables in the hall. Because most of them were from the same circle, there was no obstacle to conversation. However, after all, they were all cultural people. Elegant, so it doesn't seem particularly noisy.

Cheng Mo is like a supporting role that no one pays attention to, sitting in a remote corner by the window to review his homework, the final exam will be in two days, he must hurry up to sort out the knowledge points, he doesn't care that he never He lost his No.1 position, and he doesn't care about his grades, but he doesn't like making mistakes, especially for simple things like exams.

There were more than 20 minutes before leaving the banquet, and Cheng Mo immediately threw himself into the sea of ​​questions. For Cheng Mo, his body could not move, but his brain could. He felt a kind of pleasure similar to running, sweating all over his body, without any distracting thoughts in his mind, and transcending the barriers of time and space.

In layman's terms, learning makes me happy.

Cheng Mo quickly solved the problem with his mobile phone, and quickly became immersed in it. Even his uncle Cheng Jidong didn't pay attention to him when he looked for him everywhere, until Cheng Jidong came over and patted him on the shoulder. Wake up and look up at Cheng Jidong.

Cheng Jidong still had some sweat on his face, and his expression was a little nervous. He said with a tone of reproach: "Xiao Mo, what are you playing on your phone at this time! Come here, Li Mingde, your father's mentor, Li Jiting, the son of Dean Li, Dr. Lee would like to have a few words with you."

As a small shop owner, Cheng Jidong was the first time he had come into contact with such a high-ranking person, so he was naturally a little frightened.

Cheng Mo is not familiar with his father's social circle, but he also knows that Li Mingde has entered the decision-making level of China, but he has never met his father's mentor, let alone Li Jiting. Although Li Jiting's status is high, he can He is also Cheng Yongze's senior brother. It's not surprising to ask Chengmo to say a few words to show his concern.

Cheng Mo said "oh", stood up from his chair, stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket, and followed Cheng Jidong towards the front table. At this time, he was serving food, and "four "Cold and Four Heats" is used as an appetizer to press the table, and uniformed waiters shuttle among them, and people in the banquet chat with appetizing side dishes between them.

Cheng Mo followed Cheng Jidong to the table in the first row closest to the gate. The number of people at this table was the smallest, only nine people were seated, and the people at this table seemed to be older and brought With a strong majesty in a high position, except for the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat, he is slightly younger.

Cheng Mo had never seen a single one, and only knew that the gray-haired, kind-hearted old man sitting on the right side of the main seat was Wang Shanhai, president of the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences.

The reason why I know Wang Shanhai is because I have read his "A Brief History of Chinese Philosophy".

Of course, there is another person who he doesn't know but knows who he is, and that is Li Jiting, who is the most eye-catching and the youngest at the table sitting on the main seat.

Li Jiting was wearing a black suit that was ironed. Unlike the other scholars here who had a decent hairstyle and glasses, he had medium-parted long hair and had an artist's temperament. His eyes were small, like It is squinting, and the corners of his mouth are always bent, as if he is smiling.

As soon as Cheng Mo approached, Li Jiting looked up and down Cheng Mo, who was as thin as a bean sprout and only a little over 1.7 meters tall. He put his chopsticks on the chopstick rest and asked, "Are you Yong Ze's son? "

At this moment, a table of Chinese liberal arts academics all focused their attention on the somewhat thin Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo didn't speak, just nodded, looking like he was a little stage fright.

Li Jiting smiled and said, "Don't be nervous! What's your name? What grade are you in?"

Although Cheng Mo wanted to ignore the question of being so naive and treating him as a three-year-old child, he could only helplessly and honestly answer: "Cheng Mo, go to high school!"

Hearing that Cheng Mo's words contained a strange calm, not as timid as it seemed on the surface, Li Jiting asked with great interest, "Cheng Mo! Silence? Why did your father give you such a name?"

(End of this chapter)