"Ah, I feel like I'm about to be corrupted by the evil capitalism..."
Mo Qiuran expressed this emotion when he walked out of the VIP aisle from Chicago International Airport.
Kassel College is certainly not wealthy. Even though there was no first class cabin for the domestic transfer, we booked business class tickets. When we arrived on the cross-country flight, we were even arranged to travel in first class. Along the way, we ordered Chinese and Western food and drinks at will. For food, there is even a dedicated chef and a recipe book, as well as meticulous and considerate service from the flight attendants.
Truth is enjoyment.
Chu Zihang ignored him. There was no need to pay attention to Mo Qiuran's speech at this time. If he did, he would have to face this kind of brain circuit speech... I'm afraid only the same brain circuit can keep up. Then respond?
But so far, it seems that Lu Mingfei is the only one who can connect with Mo Qiuran in the same brain circuit and even go back and forth... Now in a foreign country, it seems that he can only perform a one-man show.
"Brother, as the successor of socialism, shouldn't we be ashamed of falling under the temptation of capitalism? Why can you say such things with a calm face!"
Just as Chu Zihang was thinking this, a person on the side spoke in fluent Chinese, and one could even hear a heartbroken tone from it.
The word "even" is used because when Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran looked over, they found that this guy was obviously a foreigner. He was tall and burly, and his face buried in his beard was handsome, but he just didn't match his appearance. The plaid shirt and bell-bottom pants he wore that looked like they hadn't been washed for more than ten days made him feel like a beggar, but to be honest, the beggar might be dressed more decently than him.
"How is that possible? I was just joking. Although the icing on the sugar-coated cannonball is sweet, the cannonball below is also very painful. I just plan to eat the icing first and then hit the cannonball back!" Mo Qiuran replied .
"That's right, capitalism, a cannibalistic social system, should be eliminated!" The man showed great indignation.
"That's well said. You must be a good comrade who grew up in China and experienced the influence of our socialism!" Mo Qiuran's face was moved by "finally meeting one of our own".
"Oh, that's not true. I'm German and I've never been to China." The man scratched his hair, which looked greasy and hadn't been washed in several days.
"German?" Mo Qiuran was stunned for a moment.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. What's more, past events should not affect our current position!" The man suddenly said with a serious face.
"You're right!" Mo Qiuran nodded solemnly, "It's my problem!"
The two of them started chatting like this. Judging from their posture, they were almost calling each other brothers. Chu Zihang was watching from the side... So could it be that he made a mistake in judgment? Mo Qiuran's brain circuit is still normal and common? Otherwise, why would I meet someone with the same brain circuit that can keep up with the rhythm in such a short time?
"The evil nature of capitalism is reflected in every aspect of life! For example, no matter what age it is, we still use the method of giving preferential treatment based on pedigree rating. It is simply a regression of civilization!" The man continued.
"What? There is such a thing!" Mo Qiuran was shocked.
"Yeah, no, the school asked me to pick up two specially recruited freshmen. I heard that the first-class ticket was included for the whole trip! The whole trip! I came all the way by train and ship this year! The school didn't even reimburse me. Travel expenses, this is the gap between people! Just because of a bloodline rating!" The man looked sad, but it gave people the feeling that it was not so much that he was angry because this system still existed, but more like that he did not get it. Envy, jealousy and hatred for this kind of treatment?
Mo Qiuran was silent when he heard this, because after hearing these words——
It seems that the two freshmen who are envied, jealous and hated are myself and Chu Zihang?
To be honest, this kind of treatment is quite comfortable, especially when you enjoy it yourself...
"Hey, by the way, little brothers, are you two here for a trip?" The man asked cheerfully, seemingly unaware of Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang's reactions.
"Also... almost?" Mo Qiuran thought for a while, took out a magnetic truck ticket with a silver giant tree pattern on a dark page from his pocket and waved it in front of the man's eyes, "Kassel?"
"...So you are..." The man was stunned, then raised his finger and pointed at him with a look of disbelief.
"Actually, I don't care about this kind of differential treatment in school..." Mo Qiuran was just about to say that he actually felt wrong about this kind of behavior when he felt his hand was suddenly grabbed tightly by a pair of big brown bear-like hands. He took a closer look. It's the man, but the angry and serious expression on the man's face before has completely disappeared, and what's left is a look of... flattery?
"So you are this year's special freshmen! Nice to meet you. I am Fingel von Flins, your senior! Because Professor Schneider had something to do, he asked Professor Guderian to help with admission guidance, so I The students who were students were sent out without even a little hard work fee! But I didn't expect that both of them were so handsome! It seems that you will definitely cause a bloody storm after you enroll! So how about we make a deal and establish a long-term cooperative relationship? ?" Fingel spouted a lot of words like a machine gun, and he was simply more active than a salesman who was striving for performance.
"Isn't the adjective "bloody storm" inappropriate? We are here to travel... and learn! Also, what does a long-term cooperative relationship mean?" Mo Qiuran tried to break free from the huge palm like a brown bear.
"Hey, senior, I'm a German. It's very common to use wrong idioms if you don't speak Chinese well. As for a long-term partnership, you just need to provide me with your signed private photos and we'll have an even score!" Fingel said proudly, " As the head of the school’s news department, I know the principal’s secret measurements from top to bottom! So I have the most channels! If you want to open up the market, it’s definitely not wrong to come to me! I’ve always been a childlike person in business!”
"What the hell is a signed private photo? Does the school have a tradition of chasing stars? A score of 82 is too outrageous! Do you really know that there are so many principals who will not expel you? Also, does the word "tongsuoububu" mean that you will not bully others? Aren't you going to lie to the younger ones and trap the middle ones to death?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Hahaha, of course not. How could I be that kind of person? In fact, eighty-two points is quite a lot. You must know that even if there are goods and there is no market channel, there is no way to sell them! The principal values me very much. After all, I am a news President of the club!" Fingel laughed when he heard this and said, "If that doesn't work, you can also join our news club. You only need to pay a membership fee, and you can enjoy all the latest news from our college without having to attend meetings or do anything. !”
"If I remember correctly, there is a saying in China that the more you know, the faster you will die." Mo Qiuran was not moved at all.
"Damn it, why are the new students this time so smart and hard to deceive?" Fingel let go of Mo Qiuran dejectedly and turned around, muttering.
"Hey, hey, I can hear it!"
