As he spoke, Su Sigui dumped the uneaten ramen on the side of Tang Ye onto the ground.
"Like this bowl of noodles, which just fell on the floor, who would eat it?"
"If this were in the past, the beggars would eat it, those forced by life would eat it, now it's the end of the world, more people eat it than you can imagine."
"But there are also people who won't eat it!"
"So what? There are always more people who will eat it than those who won't! Numbers determine everything, just like with zombies."
"Hehe, you're naive, those who won't eat can determine the fate of countless people who do, they often just need a single word."
"Then become one of those who don't eat, they who eat will show me favor, and would die for me, human nature is so simple and yet so complex."
"Good luck with that, my dear nuclear peacemaker!"
