Bai Xiaosheng
Decades ago, in a small house with western architecture.
A teenager and a young man sat quietly.
The teenager wore a white robe.
The young man wore a dark suit which looked a bit old fashioned.
"Sir, the Bai Xiaosheng you mentioned, does this person really exist? Knowing many secrets in this world, countless people buy information from him. Whether it is black or white, they all have a good relationship with him?" The young man was full of curiosity.
The teenager was very indifferent, "If you believe he exists, he exists. If you don't believe he exists, he doesn't exist..."
"But I always feel that such a person actually exists, it's very strange. It is not realistic in itself to sell information while making good relationships, because doing so will definitely offend a group of people." The young man scratched his head.
The teenager's voice was soft, "That's just what you think."