Chapter 759: Chapter 78: Mr. Fang’s Grand Gesture [Ten Thousand Words]_5
Poverty in literature and wealth in martial arts are not without reason.
Once cultivation reaches a certain level, ordinary food and drink can only satisfy one’s appetite; food imbued with spiritual power is needed.
Ordinary white rice, no matter how much you eat, won’t produce any spiritual energy; but spirit rice... the price of a pound is enough to feed a household of five on regular rice for half a year!
And this is just relatively ordinary spirit rice.
If you have some resources and some money, and you don’t quickly buy good items when you find them, then when you urgently need them, you might not find them anywhere in Baiyun State!
So each one of them is truly poor. And most people don’t have the same channels as Mr. Fang: the young masters of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect provide resources, this one gives, that one gives, the entire Yixin Sect supports him... and on this side, Dongfang Sansan gives resources... Baiyun Martial Academy indulges him...
And there’s also the Worldwide Escort Agency, which is like private property. Spending money as one wishes.
And so many heads of the escort don’t even receive salaries, working for free...
Moreover, his own strength is strong and fighting above his level is like drinking water. Strong arm rob and seize as if nothing, kill a few people at will, using several identities in rotation, and no one can trace him... all the spoils of war go into his own pocket...
Therefore, the wealth of Mr. Fang certainly does not equate to all martial artists being so wealthy.
And Mr. Fang’s extra income certainly does not equate to everyone being able to earn extra like that... In the world, he is the only one.
To put it nicely or not, even Yan Beihan, Chen Yin, and Feng Xing give resources to Fang Che, they need to withdraw from their own shares or ask their family elders...
So, Mr. Fang’s conditions are uniquely favorable, with no other branch.
And the guardians of the Great Hall also want to take care of the widows, children, and elders of their comrades.
But... they really have the will but not the strength. They can only care for some necessities as much as they can. As for children’s cultivation, strengthening foundation and vital energy, longevity, and health of the elders, they truly are powerless.
And the resources of the Guardian Hall are uniformly distributed from above, basically one radish one pit, there is even less possibility of any surplus.
So in each of their hearts, they are full of guilt and longing.
Now, Fang Che has achieved the things they dreamed of.
Or one might say, things they didn’t even dare to dream of.
How could they not be proactive?
We may have no money, but Mr. Fang provided the money, what’s it to offer our effort?
"Mr. Fang has a conscience."
Everyone genuinely sighs.
"Taking out so much money at once, Mr. Fang also made a ruthless decision."
"One must say, having so much money is one thing, being able to take it out to do something for the families of the sacrificed comrades is another thing entirely. In Baiyun State, those who can take out this money are far from alone. Those wealthier than Mr. Fang are aplenty. But Mr. Fang took it out, before Mr. Fang, no one thought of it! This is the difference!"
"In the future, even if Mr. Fang were to kill me, I’d be willing to follow a leader like this, even if I had to risk my life every day, it’s worth it!"
"Yes, that’s exactly how I feel. It’s worth it!"
"In this world, there are still people who truly keep us in their hearts, truly keep those brothers lying in the West Mountain Cemetery in their hearts!"
"For this one thing, I admire him for life!"
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
"..."
"Hurry up and work, quickly send out the notice, those sisters-in-law and children haven’t had it easy these years, don’t just express your loyalty, if you miss one family, you’ll regret it for life."
"Exactly, exactly... hurry, hurry."
As the households were notified one by one, Baiyun State gradually rose with an emotion of excitement...
Fang Che, after his shift, did not go home but quietly headed to the top of the tallest building.
His divine sense spread out, he could faintly sense the presence of guardians of the Guardian Hall coming and going nearby.
He could clearly hear, not far away, the families of the martyrs, surprised and nervous, asking: Is it true? Is this true? Did Mr. Fang really say that?
Suddenly he felt a pang of sorrow.
Their men had sacrificed their lives for this continent.
If only they were still here, life wouldn’t be like this?
But Fang Che also knew, this is not an individual problem, but a problem of the entire continent. And this problem is unsolvable. Even if Dongfang Sansan had ten times a hundred times the resources, he couldn’t manage it all well.
As he impulsively made such a decision today; it seems like a good thing, but no matter how generous or wealthy he is, he can only do this in Baiyun State.
How many Baiyun States are there in this Guardian’s world?
How many billion widows and orphans of guardians and defenders exist?
Can Fang Che take care of them all?
So he insisted on using his own name this time, not the Guardian Hall’s, for this reason!
Because using the Guardian Hall’s name would bring boundless trouble to the guardians; bring boundless pressure to Dongfang Sansan.
Using his own name meant there was no issue: at most, it would just be that the Chief Steward of Baiyun State Guardian Hall is a nouveau riche, a hothead with some money to burn... irrelevant to the bigger picture.
...
Going home a bit early, Ye Meng was pleasantly surprised and hurried to cook; Fang Che rarely helped in the kitchen.
The two surprisingly worked in harmony.
Ye Meng had a rather amazed feeling, Fang Che’s cooperation, aside from being somewhat rough and showing a ’hurry to eat fast’ urgency, was otherwise surprisingly standard.
That kind of ’quick eating and drinking formed from years of wandering the Jianghu’ was fully exhibited.
"Young master, have you wandered the Jianghu before, with such obvious Jianghu people habits?"
