When Shirley Yang's home was displayed in front of everyone, Hu Bayi and Fatty were stunned. It was a typical European-style three-story villa with small gardens at the front and back. It looked very grand, like a house in a fairy tale.
"It turns out you are really a tycoon. I don't quite believe it when Da Jinya said that your father is a Wall Street tycoon. I didn't expect your family to be so rich. No wonder you don't like those famous objects. If I had so much money, I definitely don’t like it either.” Fatty admired sincerely.
"Look at your rustic look. It's just a house. It's the kind of manor and castle you haven't seen from ancient European families. That's the kind of family with rich heritage and wealthy aristocrats that our country already has. It’s just that we have knocked them all down, and their fields have been divided up by us, and there are not many houses left. If you want to experience luxury houses, just go and have a look in Suzhou and Hangzhou. You have never seen the world.”
Lin Feng never misses every opportunity to hit Fatty.
"I've never seen the world, and I haven't traveled as many places as you, so that's alright." The fat man rarely refuted Lin Feng's words.
Shirley Yang took several people to visit their house inside and out. Lin Feng was not interested, so he sat on the sofa and watched the news alone. When they finally came down from upstairs after the visit, Lin Feng road,
"Why, Lao Hu, Fatty, were you knocked unconscious by the sugar-coated bullets of American imperialism?"
"Oh, madman, it's true. I have never imagined that the life of a rich person is like this. It is simply luxurious. Madman, I have to admire you. You are so rich and have seen all kinds of places. The scenery can actually accompany us to live together in that drafty courtyard. I really don’t know how you did it." The fat man sighed.
"Haha, then you have only seen the world of rich people in the United States. You don't know how the poor people here live. They can only sleep on the streets, live under bridges, get bitten by the rich people's dogs, and have no money to see a doctor. Waiting to die, the polarization in the United States is extremely serious, and what is even more serious is their discrimination. For people like us, walking on the street, someone might come over and call you a yellow-skinned monkey, if you are thin. Yes, if you walk into a remote alley, there is a 90% chance that you will be robbed. Even the police will discriminate against you. If you are unhappy, they will take you to the police station for questioning. If you resist, there will be He might be shot dead on the spot..."
When Lin Feng and Hu Bayi and Fatty were about to be knocked unconscious by the sugar-coated bullets from the United States, Lin Feng gave them a blow in the head.
"Madman, are you trying to scare us?" the fat man said hesitantly.
"If you don't believe me, ask Shirley, she knows better than me."
Fatty and Hu Bayi all turned to Shirley. Shirley glanced at Lin Fengdao,
"Although what he said is a little exaggerated, it is not too different. Here, except for white people, people of other skin colors will be discriminated against. It is very likely that after you have lived here your whole life, you will only have a few Chinese friends and a white friend." No, because they don’t look down on you at all. It’s okay for a rich family like ours, but for an ordinary family, the discrimination will be even more serious.”
Fatty and Hu Bayi got a positive answer and immediately woke up from the sugar-coated bullets.
"No wonder so many traitors rebelled back then. It turns out that sugar-coated bullets are so powerful that even a person with such strong willpower as me almost fell into trouble. After seeing this, I still have to learn like a lunatic and go out and see more. Only when you see the world and understand the dangers outside will you prefer living in our courtyard house." Hu Badi said.
"Yes, yes, Lao Hu, you are absolutely right. We must comprehensively launch a campaign to learn from lunatic comrades, resolutely resist the erosion of U.S. imperialism's sugar-coated bullets, and strictly observe..." Fatty was alone again One person shouted slogans for a while, as if to strengthen his will.
"Why, just for a moment, you think of me as your enemy?" Shirley Yang looked at Fatty and Hu Bayi speechlessly.
"Miss Yang, we didn't say that, we just, just..." The fat man hesitated and couldn't speak. He quickly winked at Lin Feng and asked for help. Lin Feng understood.
"It's not that serious. After all, we received different educations, so our world outlook, outlook on life, and values are different. You are friends. Friends can seek common ground while reserving differences. The theme of the world in the future is cooperative development, and we are the same. Only through cooperation can we A win-win situation. As for Shirley and I, that’s our own business.”
Lin Feng himself said some nonsense. It depends on their ability to understand. If they have good understanding, they will naturally think in a good direction.
"Yes, yes, the madman is right. Only through cooperation can we win a win-win situation. We are also in line with the world. It is no longer time for confrontation. We should revitalize the economy and improve life. This is our goal. ." Hu Bayi didn't know where he saw these two slogans, but they ended up being used here.
Shirley Yang gave Lin Feng a blank look, meaning that he would just let you get away with it.
"Okay, I've asked the nanny to prepare the meal. Let's go to the restaurant to eat."
When Hu Bayi and Fatty saw a large plate for each person on the table, there was a piece of steak and a pile of fried eggs, plus some vegetable salad and a piece of foie gras. Knives and forks were neatly placed next to them, as well as a glass of freshly poured wine. I have red wine.
"Here, don't you have chopsticks?" The fat man looked at the knife and fork in front of him, feeling a little at a loss what to do.
"Fat man, you have to use a knife and fork to eat this thing, but we don't have to worry about this. The hypocritical etiquette of Westerners is really annoying. Our chopstick culture has a long history. They are all barbarians from outside the region. The gangster culture, just ignore it." Lin Feng said, taking out a pair of chopsticks from the space and handing them to Fatty and Hu Bayi.
"What's the matter with you? You've been belittling me since you came here. How have I ever been sorry to you?" Shirley Yang heard that Lin Feng's words always deliberately belittled Americans, which made her feel very unhappy.
"Dear, how could I belittle you? I'm just helping Fatty and Lao Hu build national self-confidence. Don't forget your origins when you leave the country. We will always be descendants of Yan and Huang. We will go back in a few days. There is no need to learn these useless etiquettes. In life, you can do whatever makes you feel comfortable. There is no need to deliberately cater to others, what do you think?"
"Well, I agree with the last sentence, but I have reservations about the rest. We will talk about it later." Shirley Yang didn't want to argue about anything while eating, so she didn't say much.
The meal finally started in an awkward atmosphere with Lin Feng and the three of them eating Western food with chopsticks. Of course, Lin Feng didn't feel anything embarrassed. In fact, he could also use a knife and fork, but he just didn't like it.
