A somewhat mystical saying goes, men should reveal their foreheads.

At twenty, Xu Lin is at his peak form, even more handsome than when he was eighteen or nineteen.

He already has the capital of leaving his mark in history through his looks.

Handsome men are far more favored than beautiful women, whether in ancient times or present, for example in institutional systems, males with outstanding facial features are more likely to receive promotions. If there’s a handsome guy in the unit, he will first have many options for choosing a mate. He can choose the daughter from the best family, which would give him a good father-in-law. Additionally, whenever there’s an event where one needs to appear, he won’t be missed out.

Things of this nature.

Men like Song Yu, Pan An, and Gao Huan in ancient times should have the same level of looks as Xu Lin.

At noon, twelve o’clock, Xu Lin takes off from the airport.

Around four in the afternoon.

Xu Lin checks into a hotel in Capital City; he didn’t go to Pei Danqing’s house.

Mainly because he had things to do tonight.

Xu Lin needs to update a game.

In recent days, he’s spent most of his time updating the game.

It’s worth mentioning, over the past few months, the revenue generated from the game’s paid version has surpassed a hundred billion in two combined markets.

Now, it has reached over sixteen hundred billion.

It’s quite exaggerated.

And it’s cash flow.

Although a part of it goes to Tilin, even after deducting that, Xu Lin still has over a thousand billion.

With so much money in his pocket, Xu Lin wants to do something big.

Artificial intelligence is already completed, so next, Xu Lin needs to further lay out his career.

People’s state of mind and thoughts change with increasing experiences. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

At ten, Xu Lin liked toy guns and toy cars; at fifteen, he liked to perm his hair, in a very adolescent way, he even tried out the hairstyle of a Super Saiyan.

At eighteen, to be precise, Xu Lin didn’t have many ideas, especially regarding life ideals.

At nineteen, Xu Lin started to have grand ideas.

He wanted to change the world.

Actually, he’s no different from other boys, they’re all like this, stumbling on without any clear direction, in their teen years, they haven’t thought about what they want to do, especially when no one tells them what they want, so they might only know to eat, drink, play, and wouldn’t think about their future, let alone muster the determination to pursue a particular goal.

Now, he’s twenty.

As the ancients say, twenty, coming of age.

For young men, it’s a very important age.

At twenty, Xu Lin yearns more firmly for that ideal, he wants to change the world!

The next morning.

Xu Lin arrives at that room.

He pushes open the door.

The study room.

The elderly man is also writing.

"Xu Lin, you’re here?"

"I’m here."

"Come over and write first!"

"Okay!"

Xu Lin goes over and takes the brush from the other person’s hand.

New rice paper unfolded.

He pondered for a moment and dipped the brush in ink.

Xu Lin starts to write.

Running script.

Vigorous grass script.

A grass script rivaling nature’s craftsmanship.

If Huaisu came, he’d be terrified.

First stroke:

Soaring into existence, mighty Kunlun, witnessing all earthly beauty. Rising three million jade dragons, chilling the universe thoroughly. Summer dissolves, rivers overflow, people may become fish and turtles. Merit and demerit through the ages, who would comment on?

And now I say to Kunlun: Do not be so high, do not have so much snow. How can I wield a heavenly sword to slice you into three sections? One section to Europe, one section to America, one section back to East Country. A peaceful world, sharing the same cool and warmth.

This is the great man’s "Nian Nu Jiao•Kunlun", lofty and grand, vast and magnificent, also Xu Lin’s favorite piece.

At this moment, Xu Lin’s mindset only resonates with this poem.