Chapter 11: The Great Marxist Philosophy, Our Eternal Home

Chapter 11: Great Marxist Philosophy, Our Eternal Home

Just after sending a WeChat message, Zhou Tian, who often stayed up late, immediately popped up: "What mischief has the scumbag done this time?"

Within two seconds, the message was retracted. Zhou Tian replied again: "Honestly, Yun is definitely not a scumbag. He takes every relationship seriously. It's just that he's handsome and outstanding, very popular with girls, which gives off the wrong impression."

Zhou Tian: "(dog head emoji) Is this worth 200 yuan? Send a red envelope, will you? @Gao Yun"

Gao Yun: "(smile) Get lost, I saw everything."

...

Just past two in the morning, Gao Yun arrived home, quickly freshened up, and lay down on his bed. It was then he remembered he hadn’t claimed the reward points for breaking through to level 26 in strength. At the thought, a text message instantly arrived on his phone.

"Account credited; amount: 6,760,000 RMB, transaction: bank transfer, account details..."

Satisfied, Gao Yun turned off his phone and thought about visiting his parents and sister the next day, leaving them some money, then buying a new car.

A new car! The thought instantly wiped away his sleepiness.

His current car was bought a year ago—a BYD Tang DM in Mountain Grey.

An SUV model with a sleek appearance and strong power, accelerating from zero to 100 km/h in 4.5 seconds, rivaling some sports cars.

Being a plug-in hybrid, it was economical; as long as he avoided long-distance trips, he barely needed to refuel, spending only 200 yuan a month on electricity for his daily commute.

Despite all these advantages, to Gao Yun, the car had one glaring flaw he could no longer tolerate.

It was simply too cheap!

A car priced at 259,900 yuan lacked any sense of prestige.

"Sigh, it's not that Little Tang isn’t excellent, it's me who’s just too rich now!"

Gao Yun mused as he logged onto an automotive portal website, selecting the sports car category and ticking the price filter for cars over one million yuan.

Just as he was about to browse, a new WeChat message popped up.

Hu Yue: "(smile) Where are you?"

Gao Yun hesitated, then turned on the video function and recorded a quick clip in his bedroom, sending it over.

Hu Yue: "(smile) Done with your affairs? Have they left?"

Gao Yun: "(laugh-cry) Just classmates. After they left, we found a place to drink and chat a bit. She got a little drunk, so I sent her home and left by myself."

Two minutes later, Hu Yue messaged: "I miss you."

Daria: "I miss you."

Startled, Gao Yun rubbed his eyes and realized both had sent him the exact same message. He secretly thought, love life sure is bustling lately.

But it made sense. Hu Yue had always liked him; they had been intimate once but never officially became a couple due to workplace relationship pressures. Now that Gao Yun had resigned, her confession was understandable.

As for whether his recent financial success played a role, Gao Yun never even considered it—Hu Yue was a principled girl.

When she first joined Caesar, several wealthy men with assets in the tens of millions had made various advances toward her. Even a second-generation rich heir had pursued her, but she remained steadfast and clear in her responses. After some time, the storm passed.

Daria was Gao Yun’s fourth ex-girlfriend. They dated for three months last summer and got along well.

They parted ways because Daria was a signed model who traveled all over the country. Hushi was just a brief stop in her life; three months was already a long time for her to stay for Gao Yun. Waiting in vain for him to join her journey, they talked once and parted amicably.

Given the current exceptional times, Daria was likely off work now. As a workaholic, she naturally thought of Gao Yun, her ex.

"(dog head emoji) It’s too late, don’t overthink things. Get some rest."

Though his mind raced, Gao Yun quickly replied to Hu Yue, then opened a video call with Daria, which connected almost instantly.

"How have you been?"

Gao Yun scanned the screen to see Daria lying on her bed like him, asking rhetorically.

Her face was still that glowing pale complexion, distinct from Asian skin tones, with sharp and delicate features.

But her tousled blonde hair and the tired, deep sky-blue eyes showed she wasn’t doing well.

"Not good."

Daria’s voice, deeper and huskier than typical Asian women’s, was raspy yet sexy. When she awkwardly spoke Chinese, it added a touch of endearing charm.

"I haven’t worked for two months now, Yun. You know what that means, right?"

Gao Yun smiled: "Want me to be blunt? From the video, you’re just missing a pair of wings to return to heaven, my angel."

"Hmph." Daria rolled her eyes but smiled. "Sometimes I wonder why you, who don’t like sweets, say such sweet things."

"Probably because you kissed me."

They laughed together, as if back in the throes of young love. Daria’s laughter turned to tears: "I miss you." Then she repeated it in Russian: "Я думаю о тебе (I miss you)."

Checking the time at the top right of his phone screen—3:10 a.m.—Gao Yun asked, "Where are you?"

"In Hang City. The company originally scheduled me to stay here for a week for a…"

"Wait for me."

Gao Yun cut her off, set his phone beside the bed, threw off the covers, and got up to dress.

Daria, seeing this, smiled through tear-filled eyes: "What are you doing? Coming to find me? Now? At 3 a.m.?"

Gao Yun picked out a classic pair of black dress pants and a white shirt from his wardrobe. As he dressed, he asked, "Do you know how far my home is from Hang City?"

"About 1,500 kilometers, I looked it up yesterday because I thought about coming to see you."

Still doubtful, Daria picked up a cigarette from her bedside, took two drags, calmed herself, and smiled: "But it’s too far, Yun. I have no income now, and my credit card is maxed out. You know how I usually spend."

Gao Yun finished dressing and put on a black military-style trench coat. Buttoning it up, he asked, "Do you know how far Moscow, your hometown, is from mine?"

Daria thought for a moment: "Not sure. Maybe around 5,000 kilometers?"

Gao Yun replied confidently: "6,300 kilometers. I checked when we first met."

"At that time, it was Marx’s plan that brought you, my angel, all the way from Moscow, 6,300 kilometers, to my home."

"Now, why can’t I travel 1,500 kilometers from my home to Hang City to see you?"

Sharing the same faith in Marxist philosophy, Daria smiled through tears: "I don’t know. No, no, I mean, of course you can. Why not? It’s all Marx’s arrangement, my proletarian warrior."

"Long live the revolution, my comrade angel."

Fully dressed, Gao Yun picked up his phone from the bedside. "1,500 kilometers, estimated march time: seven hours. Our Red Army will meet at 10 a.m., comrade angel. Report complete."

Tears streamed down Daria’s deep sky-blue eyes, but they were tears of joy: "Yes, my soldier, I’m waiting for you."

(End of chapter)