With a cute roll of her eyes, Ding Jiaqi took the water glass and drank it in one gulp.
Looking into her boyfriend's eyes, Ding Jiaqi asked slightly tiredly, "Can you take Zhang Yi for a while? I'll be a little busy."
"Of course," Zhang Jing readily agreed, "I will take Zhang Yi to Los Angeles first and leave him to Silan to take care of him;
Lindsay sent a message in the morning, saying that something happened and I was going to Houston. "
Ding Jiaqi nodded. She knew that Lindsay was participating in a racing competition in Houston and a Texas Hold'em poker tournament.
He turned around and found Zhang Yi's passport from the bedroom and handed it to her boyfriend.
Saying goodbye to the busy palace, Zhang Jing took his eldest son on a long-distance flight.
The plane landed once in Tokyo and stopped for three hours.
The 6 first-class seats were originally reserved for Zhang Jing and his son, but after the transfer, they were all filled.
There were five people in total, and one of them, Zhang Jing, knew Li Maitian, whom Huang Yang had met at his birthday party.
He is about 21 or 22 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, has long black hair and wears black-rimmed glasses.
Wearing a gray T-shirt and black canvas trousers, he looks cool.
It was obvious that she and the other four people were friends, and most of them looked bohemian and fun-loving.
Seeing Zhang Jing, Li Maitian's originally smiling face was stunned for the second time in a row.
I was stunned and unexpectedly met Zhang Jing.
Second, why is there a baby in Zhang Jing's arms?
At this moment, Li Maitian's mind was filled with mush.
For a moment, Li Maitian thought he had recognized the wrong person, but Zhang Jing was easy to recognize, with lines on his face, a bit of a handsome look, and his eyes were relatively calm.
Sitting down next to Zhang Jing as if nothing had happened, Li Maitian decided not to speak until he understood the situation.
"Hello," Li Maitian had just sat down when a young man with dyed blond hair and exceptionally fair skin asked Zhang Jing in English, "Can I change places with you?"
Zhang Jing did not refuse, it was convenient for others and it was convenient for himself.
Unbuckled his seat belt, held his son in his arms, and sat on the other side of the aisle.
Flying is boring, but it’s quite fun to see so many people.
Moreover, this group of people are very good at chatting, and the topics are very broad.
Sitting next to Li Maitian, the young man with dyed blond hair complained in English, "I was in a casino before, and a foreigner asked me, 'Is the five thousand years of history of your great country true?'"
"What did you say?" Li Maitian asked his friend.
The young man with dyed blond hair shook his head slightly, "I didn't speak English well at the time, and I was worried about being discriminated against, so I didn't speak."
Li Maitian understands that although they always talk about tolerance, some white people are actually very discriminatory towards foreigners who cannot speak English.
“I don’t understand,” a girl sitting in the front row of Li Maitian joined in the chat. “Officials, teachers, professors, and wealthy people in big countries desperately send their children to study abroad. They hold power in their hands, why don’t they put English in their hands? Also listed as an official language?”
Zhang Jing was stunned for a moment and looked at the short-haired girl who was speaking. She was a traitor!
Before Zhang Jing could say anything, the young man with blond hair sitting next to Li Maitian retorted:
"Tao Qian, I suggest you go to Hangzhou and take bus No. 7-Lingyin direction out of the high-speed rail station;
Take 9 stops, get off at the 'Yuefen' station, buy a ticket for 60 yuan, go in and find the Yue Wang Tomb;
Qin Hui and his wife are kneeling in front of the tomb passage. Ask them to move a place for you, and kneel between them. "
The short-haired girl named Tao Qian in the front row was stunned for a moment. The next second she stood up from her seat, looked back at the blond young man behind her and said furiously, "Hu Lei, are you mentally ill?"
"You are the only one who is sick," the blond young man named Hu Lei retorted, "How can it be possible for a great country to make English the official language after 5,000 years of history?"
"I'm not right," Tao Qian retorted, "Since we are sending our children abroad, why can't English become the official language?"
"Haha," Hu Lei retorted, "If you can, tell Westerners to list Mandarin as an official language and see if you will be sprayed to death."
Tao Qian looked at Li Maitian and asked angrily: "Tian Tian, who are you helping?"
"No one is helping." Li Maitian didn't want to quarrel. "You continue to argue and let others laugh."
There was no one else at the scene, and 'others' referred to Zhang Jing.
Holding the baby in his arms, Zhang Jing said in Mandarin, "You continue, I don't understand English."
A group of five people had black threads on their heads. They were arguing in English, but Zhang Jing was able to catch up immediately.
Tao Qian couldn't control that much. She looked at Li Maitian and asked, "Tian Tian, you are often bullied online in a big country. Don't you think it's too much? Aren't you angry?"
"What's there to be angry about?" Li Maitian saw clearly, "It's not limited to Xie Jiang, the skiing champion. They were abused online in big countries, and also in Citigroup. They also received many death threat letters;
At least I haven't been threatened with death in a big country. "
"Yes," the fourth person in the group interjected, "I am afraid of comparison in everything. Regardless of anything else, at least in terms of life safety, big countries are better than the West; m.
I lost my watch in Rome, I lost my cell phone;
The small streets and alleys of Paris are filled with the smell of urine, which is not the case in big countries. "
"You mean," the fifth person in the group joined in, "I was robbed in New York too."
"Who told you to go to poor places," Tao Qian still retorted, "Why do you want to contact those ordinary people?"
The discussion among the five became more intense.
This was a good thing for Zhang Jing. It was so boring on the plane, so listening to them chatting was much more interesting.
Content includes colorism, cognitive tearing, health care, education, property taxes, and more.
Listening to their chat, Zhang Jing discovered a problem that he had always seen but never paid attention to.
property tax.
I originally thought it was a unified tax, at least the federal government would take a portion of it. After listening to their chat, I realized that the property tax is purely a local tax.
That is to say, if town A collects it, town a will use it; if town b collects it, town b will use it.
Yamen use it to maintain expenditures on fire protection, education, medical care, public facilities and welfare.
Strangely, this was the first time Zhang Jing heard that low property tax rates were a bad thing.
Tao Qian said that she supports high tax rates.
High taxes mean adequate police force, good community environment, high-quality education, complete public facilities, etc.
And a good environment means that the next generation will most likely be good too.
But Hu Lei, who had blond hair, was not easy to fool and immediately retorted.
It is good for the rich but not good for the middle and low-income people, thus creating middle-class communities and African-American communities.
Over time, property taxes have divided communities, cities, and even states and races.
No one wants a 1-meter house in the Rust Belt. Not only does it have no jobs, it will also cost you money and life if you live there for a long time.
Even Wal-Mart, like a snot, has to move out of its supermarket in Rust Belt Chicago.
At the end of the conversation, Hu Lei suggested changing the local property tax to a "coordinated tax" that would be applied equally across the country.
As a result, Tao Qian immediately exploded, "Why should I pay taxes to raise non-animals?"
“I don’t agree either,” Li Maitian, who has always remained neutral, also disagrees. “You have to pay profit tax when you open a company, you have to pay fuel tax when you refuel, and you have to pay consumption tax when you buy clothes. These are not coordinated taxes;
Property taxes should not be used equally. If everyone eats from one big pot, everyone will lose their motivation to improve. "
The five of them were very noisy, and no one could convince the other, so they all looked at Zhang Jing.
Some people died, but not completely...
