Watching the chamber of commerce he had painstakingly built, the merchants he had carefully selected, and the friends he had earnestly protected now all crowding around Wanshi with sycophantic flattery, Qu Ying was suddenly struck by the fickleness of the world and the decay of human integrity.
Only yesterday, these very people were guests in his own hall, addressing him as "President" and fawning over him with every breath to prove their loyalty. Yet, in the blink of an eye, they were shamelessly groveling before Wanshi right in front of him.
A voice drifted from behind him.
"The swallows that once nested in the halls of Wang and Xie have flown into the homes of common folk. Those guests of yesterday don't even know you today, do they?"
Chapter 317