Super God: Liang Bing: Please, stop going crazy!

Qin Mu took the shopping card, looked at it for a few seconds, and then slowly handed the card back to Wang Cheng. His tone was calm but firm: "I can't accept this card. I appreciate your kindness, but material rewards are meaningless to me."

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Qin Mu to refuse so straightforwardly. He smiled awkwardly, still unwilling to give in: "Sir, you saved my life, this little thought is really insignificant. You don't have to refuse, it's just daily expenses, it's really nothing."

Qin Mu shook his head, his eyes still calm: "There are thousands of kinds of kindness in the world, but not every one of them needs to be repaid with money. I help you out of my heart, and it has nothing to do with your wealth or status. If you insist on being grateful, why not pass on this kindness to others and help those who really need help."

Wang Cheng was even more impressed by Qin Mu's words. He originally thought that even if Qin Mu didn't seek any reward, he would at least accept some symbolic thanks. But now he completely understood that Qin Mu was a person who really cared little about worldly matters and had no attachment to wealth or material things.

Wang Cheng continued anxiously, "Sir, I understand that you have lofty ambitions that are beyond the reach of ordinary people like us, but I really don't want you to think that I don't know how to be grateful. There are too few people like you in this world. If you don't accept this little gift, I will always feel bad."

Qin Mu still maintained a gentle smile, but his tone revealed an irresistible determination: "Gratitude does not have to be expressed through material things. Some things are better to be remembered in the heart, why bother with the form?"

He looked at Wang Cheng's anxious expression and knew that he really wanted to express his gratitude, but he just used the wrong way. In order to prevent him from continuing to worry about it, Qin Mu paused and continued: "You can resolve the gratitude in your heart by doing more good deeds. If you really want to repay, use your actions to help those in trouble. This is more meaningful than any money or gifts."

Wang Cheng seemed to understand something when he heard this. He slowly took back the card, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head with a firm look in his eyes: "Sir, you are right, I understand. I shouldn't just be obsessed with material rewards. The real gratitude is to convey your kindness through actions. I have decided that in the future I will set aside a portion of the funds to help those in need. This is considered as a good deed for myself and also a response to your kindness."

Qin Mu nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "This is the real reward. It not only helps others, but also makes you feel at ease."

Wang Cheng nodded gratefully and finally stopped insisting. He bowed deeply and said sincerely, "Sir, I will never forget what happened today. You not only saved me, but also made me understand a deeper truth. No matter what difficulties I encounter in the future, I will remember your teachings today."

Qin Mu smiled calmly and patted Wang Cheng on the shoulder gently: "Life is a long journey. Keeping good thoughts and not losing your original heart is the best practice."

After Wang Cheng thanked Qin Mu again, he finally left with satisfaction, his heart full of expectations for the future. He felt that he had experienced a spiritual baptism and decided to put Qin Mu's words into practice in his future life.

Qin Mu watched Wang Cheng's back as he walked away, his eyes calm. He knew that Wang Cheng was a kind-hearted person. Although he was in the business world, he still had good intentions in his heart. After this unexpected enlightenment, he might be able to find a more suitable direction in life. For Qin Mu, this was enough.

The sky gradually darkened, the neon lights on the street gradually lit up, and the city was once again shrouded in prosperity and noise. Qin Mu stepped out of the park and walked aimlessly along the street. His mood was like water, clear and peaceful, as if the hustle and bustle of this city had nothing to do with him.

After walking through several streets, Qin Mu's eyes were attracted by a small bookstore. It was an inconspicuous little shop with a simple facade. There were a few old books in the window, revealing a faint ancient charm. Qin Mu's heart moved and he walked into the bookstore.

The store was very quiet, and several customers were concentrating on reading books. Qin Mu walked casually to a row of bookshelves, his eyes swept over the yellowed covers, his fingers gently brushed the spines, and felt the breath of time left on the pages. Most of these books were old editions of classics, bearing the marks of the times, as if telling stories from the past.

Qin Mu casually pulled out an ancient book, flipped through a few pages, and savored the contents of the book. He found that although the book was old, the wisdom and truth in it were still profound, and reading it was like a breeze on the face, refreshing. Qin Mu immersed himself in it, as if he had found some kind of resonance between the pages of the book that matched his heart.

While Qin Mu was reading, the bookstore owner, an elderly man, walked over slowly. With a kind smile, he asked softly, "Young man, are you interested in this book?"

Qin Mu closed the book and nodded slightly: "Some of the principles in the book are very much to my liking. Although the words are simple, the ideas they contain are still not outdated."

The old man smiled and stroked his gray beard: "You have a good eye. Not many people are willing to read these old books carefully now. Young people are all pursuing new and trendy things. It's rare to find someone like you who can calm down and appreciate ancient books."

Qin Mu looked at the other books on the bookshelf and asked, "Most of the books here seem to be classical. Did you choose them specially?"

A trace of nostalgia flashed in the old man's eyes, and he slowly said: "Yes, I also loved reading these books when I was young. Later, I gradually discovered that although these books are not fancy, they can give people the most strength and guidance. In life, people always need some precipitation and accumulation to find their own way in a complex world."

After listening to this, Qin Mu agreed with it in his heart. He smiled and said, "You are right. The world is full of turmoil. What can really calm people down are often these seemingly simple truths."

The old man nodded, with some appreciation in his eyes: "You are very insightful. It is rare for young people to have such a state of mind. If you have time, you are welcome to come to the store often. Although the books are old, the ideas are always new."

Qin Mu thanked the old man, gently put the book back on the shelf, and turned to leave the bookstore. When he walked out of the store, he felt more peaceful and satisfied. In this steel jungle-like city, bookstores and old people like this may not be common anymore, but they still insist on their own world and silently guard the ancient wisdom.

The night was getting darker, and Qin Mu continued to walk forward, blending into the lights of the city, his heart calm. He knew that no matter where he went, he would always meet those destined people, and his journey was still going on.

As night fell, the city streets gradually became lively. Qin Mu strolled along the street, the lights and the noise of the crowd intertwined, and the air was filled with the smell of fireworks. When walking through an alley, a burst of barbecue aroma caught his attention. Not far ahead, a small barbecue stall was lit with dim lights, the charcoal fire was burning, and the sizzling aroma of barbecue and seasoning filled the air, attracting many diners to stop.

Qin Mu has never been particular about food, but now he thought he might as well blend into this ordinary city life, so he walked towards the barbecue stall. In front of the stall, a few simple plastic tables and chairs were full of people, everyone was toasting and chatting happily. The barbecue skewers, beer and lively atmosphere filled the entire alley, making it particularly lively.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion. He skillfully flipped the skewers, greeted customers and chatted with acquaintances. Seeing Qin Mu approaching, he greeted him enthusiastically: "Little brother, what do you want? We have skewers, beer, and cold dishes. Order whatever you want!"

Qin Mu smiled slightly and pointed at a few skewers: "Give me some mutton, some eggplant and chicken wings."

The stall owner nodded quickly and shouted, "Okay, ten skewers of lamb, one eggplant, and two pairs of chicken wings. It will be ready soon!"

Qin Mu found an empty seat and sat down. The guests at the tables next to him were chatting and laughing. Some were talking about daily life, while others were discussing the game. The atmosphere was very harmonious. There were also a few young people next to the stall, holding beer glasses and urging people to drink loudly. Their faces were flushed from drinking. The whole scene was filled with a strong atmosphere of fireworks. Although Qin Mu was usually used to being alone, he found it interesting to be surrounded by such a lively atmosphere.

Soon, the stall owner came over with the roasted lamb skewers, the aroma of meat filled the air, and the skewers sprinkled with cumin and chili powder looked tempting. Qin Mu took the skewers and tasted them. The taste was delicious and mellow, and the charred aroma of the charcoal fire and the spicy flavor of the seasoning intertwined in his mouth, sparking his interest in the food.

"It tastes good." Qin Mu couldn't help but praise in a low voice and continued to enjoy it.

When we were halfway through the meal, several middle-aged men at the opposite table were obviously drunk. They came over with wine glasses in hand, with a bit of excitement on their faces: "Brother, are you eating alone? Come on, let's have a drink together. We can't have this midnight snack without wine!"

Qin Mu smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Thank you for your kindness. I'll just drink plain water."

When they heard Qin Mu's refusal, they were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Okay, brother, in this day and age, there are still people who eat barbecue with plain water. I admire you! But, this is our sincerity, come on, show your appreciation!"

To show his friendship, Qin Mu picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table and clinked glasses with them. Seeing this, several people drank the wine in their glasses generously and returned to their seats to continue the fun.

Next to the barbecue stall, several young couples were discussing where to travel on vacation. A girl mentioned, "Let's go to Mount Tai. I heard that the scenery there is beautiful, and you can go hiking and exercise." Qin Mu couldn't help but smile when he heard this. These gossips that had nothing to do with him now sounded particularly familiar.

Soon, the stall owner brought out grilled eggplant and chicken wings. The grilled eggplant was seasoned just right with garlic and chives, and the chicken wings were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, smooth and juicy. Qin Mu savored it carefully, feeling the unique flavor of barbecue. This simple and rough way of eating made him feel a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Just as he was enjoying the comfort, he suddenly heard a quarrel from the other side of the stall. A young man and the stall owner seemed to have a conflict, and the words were full of gunpowder. It turned out that the young man felt that the seasoning on the skewers was too strong and the taste was too salty, so he asked to re-grill them, but the stall owner insisted that this was their standard practice. The two sides could not agree, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

The stall owner had a bit of impatience on his face and said in a cold voice: "Young man, this seasoning is not added casually. We have been making it for more than ten years, and I have never heard of anyone complaining about it being too salty!"