Chapter 1241 - 1169: Roaring Past
"Brother, Shipozi is straight ahead, right?"
Ren Kuangshan was leisurely riding a mountain motorcycle and greeted two fellow riders he encountered on the road with enthusiasm.
He felt as if he was almost emerging from the gloom of cancer. Of course, the cancer was still there, and his days were numbered, but he felt a bit more at peace.
Meeting a fellow rider in the remote mountain areas made the two approaching him quite happy as well. They stopped their bikes to seriously point the way, then looked at the gear on the back of Ren Kuangshan’s motorcycle, and said in admiration, "Are you planning to sleep outside? That’s impressive, are you fishing?"
"Fishing, but I didn’t bring the gear this time, no space on the motorcycle." In fact, Ren Kuangshan had brought a fishing line and float but no rod. His plan was, if things got too tense outside, he’d hide in the mountains for a while before coming out, maybe even relying on fishing for some food.
He didn’t have many years left to live, so prison was not an option he could accept. Moreover, nowadays people say many foods on the market have various problems and could cause cancer. So he might as well spend some time living in the wild, using natural therapy as a treatment.
Of course, this was the last resort among the bad options, a fallback strategy for Ren Kuangshan just in case.
His first choice in the plan was still to go to Russia and have fun with tall beauties.
He now had both time and money, calculating that even if he simply played for three years, it would amount to 1000 days.
While those working like cattle and horses, even with weekends off, only get 104 days off a year plus 11 legal holidays, totaling 115 days. Even with annual leave, it’s less than 130 days. As for the poor souls with only one day off per week, they only get 52 days a year, assuming no extra work on legal holidays. They still need to be good enough not to sleep through their precious weekends, becoming tools maintained for capital production.
Meaning, even if Ren Kuangshan’s life only had three or four years left, it would still surpass ten years of joyful time for those with weekends off, theoretically matching twenty years for those with only one day off, practically probably thirty or forty years.