In fact, Fei Jingting thought too much and the troublemaker was involved, but it was not as serious as imagined. The real reason was the factional dispute within Beiyang.
The Anfu faction was on the table, and the research department was driving the trend behind the scenes. Later, the Wenzhi faction also joined the fight, attacking the Anfu faction in various ways. In addition, the national capital developed while the European war powers had no time to care about other things, and several aspects added up.
, this trend will continue for many years.
Otherwise, the simple student turmoil could have calmed down after Beiyang refused to sign.
In the past few days, Fei Jingting practiced boxing every day, etched cloud seals, and bought a carving knife. When he came back, he carved the thunderbolt wood bit by bit.
A few days later, Fei Jingting had just finished breakfast when someone sent an invitation. The inviter was Mrs. Bian, and the invitation was to invite Fei Jingting to attend the salon organized by Mrs. Grace in the afternoon.
The back of the invitation also stated Mrs. Grace's identity: the wife of the director of Amway Corporation.
Fei Jingting had heard about Amway Bank, which mainly sold various types of machinery to China and recycled various bulk specialties. But what Fei Jingting didn't understand was what did it mean to ask him to go to some salon for no reason?
Fei Jingting thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Forget it, since there was nothing to do, he just went for a walk.
Fu Yunzhao stared at him with an evil look and said, "Whose letter is it?"
"Huh?" Seeing Fu Yunzhao's attitude of not giving up until he asked questions, Fei Jingting said: "Invite me to a salon in a foreigner's territory."
"Kill the dragon?" Fu Yunzhao immediately gave up: "Where did the dragon come from? Why should the foreign devils kill it? Are you going to help... Can I go and have a look?"
"Stop!" Fei Jingting said, dumbfounded: "Salon, in foreign words, means a party. It's just for drinking tea and chatting. If you want to go, I'll take you there."
"Is there anything delicious?" the little girl asked.
Fei Jingting thought for a moment and said, "Probably not."
With the craftsmanship of the British, what can be tasted?
"Oh, that's so boring, I might as well go chat with Sister Guan." The little girl curled her lips and said.
"If you have nothing to do, don't go looking for her."
"I know, I know, I'm leaving." Fu Yunzhao waved his hands and skipped away.
Fei Jingting practiced all morning, and found a restaurant for lunch at noon. Taking advantage of the time, he went to the public concession at two o'clock.
When I arrived at the place, I saw a garden outside and a very grand house inside... This Amway director looks very rich.
There was a third brother wearing a turban standing guard at the door. He asked Fei Jingting about his visit in English that was full of curry flavor. After Fei Jingting handed over the invitation and glanced at him arrogantly, he let him go.
The third brother is quite capable. His own territory has been colonized by the British for so many years, and he can still feel superior to others when he is treated like a weakling.
It seems that there is indeed such a thing as nationality, otherwise Ah San would not have taken it for granted that everything the British had once had should be inherited by them after the British left. Looking at the world, except for Maozi and Yingjiang
If you can't afford to offend him, who can touch him?
So he was beaten up by Hua Xia. After the beating, the great man thought for several days and still couldn't figure out what kind of madness Ah San had committed.
Ah San calmed down for a while after being beaten. Later, he went back to the past and said that Huaxia was not particular. He had just put on a posture and was beaten before he was ready...
Entering the garden, Ah San led Fei Jingting into the bungalow again. When he entered the living room, he looked up and saw Mrs. Bian and Bian Wenjie, who was drinking a drink beside them.
Mrs. Bian quietly poked her daughter with her elbow, then stood up and said with a smile: "Teacher Fei is here? Just now I was saying that Teacher Fei is very knowledgeable."
Bian Wenjie put down his tea cup in a panic, stood up and said, "Hello, Teacher Fei!"
"Hello, hello, Mrs. Bian. Mrs. Bian has received the award, so how can I have any talents? At most, I have some weak talents."
"Teacher Fei is too modest." Mrs. Bian extended her hand and introduced: "Everyone, this is Teacher Fei Jingting. He is temporarily teaching physics at Yan's Girls' School. When Beichen University starts, Teacher Fei will teach there. Oh,
Teacher Fei has returned from England, and he is a serious drinker of foreign ink."
"Hello, Teacher Fei."
"Mr. Fei, nice to meet you."
Most of the people present were female family members, all wearing suits, but there were also a few young talents with oily hair and pink faces, suits and leather shoes. Mrs. Bian introduced one by one that there were family members of senior executives of foreign companies and descendants of emerging businessmen. Just by looking at their clothes, you could tell that these people
Very westernized.
Mrs. Bian focused on introducing a woman and said: "This is Miss Zhu San, Zhu Songjun, who is well-known in Beijing and Tianjin."
The woman was about 20 years old and dressed fashionably. She smiled cleverly and stretched out her hand to Fei Jingting: "Hello, Mr. Fei."
"Hello." Fei Jingting stretched out his hand and shook it, which caused several young people around him to laugh out loud.
One of them said: "Didn't Mr. Fei study in England? Why can't he even kiss the hand as a minimum?"
Hand kiss? Her hand has been kissed by countless people. Does anyone know if there is any infectious disease?
Fei Jingting said calmly: "I have a slight mysophobia."
"Mysophobia?"
"I generally don't touch things that others have touched."
After saying this sentence, not only did the faces of several young people change, but even Miss Zhu San's face froze.
Seeing that something was wrong, Mrs. Bian quickly interrupted: "Teacher Fei, don't stand here. Come and sit down. Come on, come to me."
Mrs. Bian took advantage of the situation and gave her seat to Fei Jingting, and gave her daughter a subtle wink. Bian Wenjie didn't know what he thought of, but glanced at Fei Jingting, and his face suddenly turned red. Bian Wenjie, who was usually eloquent,
At this moment, he became a dull gourd, saying nothing and not knowing what he was thinking about.
Fei Jingting sat down, and Ah San came over and poured Fei Jingting a cup of milk tea.
Fei Jingting picked up the cup and took a sip, feeling that the taste was just like that. Perhaps because of his long practice, Fei Jingting's taste has returned to his original nature. He used to be obsessed with coffee, but now he is in love with tea.
The two young men diagonally opposite lost their face, glanced at Fei Jingting, and said to themselves: "Brother Wenbin, you need to keep your eyes open in the future. There are so many liars these days, and any cat or dog can pretend to be an international student."
Wenbin smiled and said, "What Brother Cheng Shi said is absolutely true." He turned to Fei Jingting and asked, "Mr. Fei, do you know which famous school in England you graduated from?"
"Bristow."
Chengshi smiled sarcastically and said, "I didn't know there was a university in Bristol. Could Mr. Fei be making it up?"
Fei Jingting said calmly: "Oh, then just think that you made it up."
Bian Wenjie said angrily: "Teacher Fei doesn't know how to lie!"
At this time, I heard footsteps approaching, and a young foreign woman walked over and said in awkward Chinese: "Although the University of Bristol was only founded ten years ago, it is a very good university in England." She looked at it.
To Fei Jingting: "Did you graduate from Bristol?"
"Um."
"What major are you studying?"
"physics."
"Oh, that's a pity...I mean I'm more interested in literature and politics, and physics is a bible to me. I hope you can become a great physicist."
"Thank you, Mrs. Grace."
"Please take a seat, you are also welcome to join my salon..."
Mrs. Bian introduced: "Fei Jingting currently works at Beichen University, which was founded by Mr. Zhang and Mr. Yan."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Fei."
After greeting the newly arrived Fei Jingting, Grace looked around and her eyes lit up when she saw Zhu Songjun. She stepped forward and hugged her: "Dear Zhu, you are here too. I miss you so much."
Zhu Songjun pretended to complain: "Mrs. Grace, you knew I was coming and you still slept for so long."
"Sorry, I have to take a nap, otherwise I won't be energetic all day long, you know."
After greeting everyone else one by one, Grace sat down and asked casually: "Okay, where were we talking about just now?"
Chengshi and Wenbin remained silent. The hostess Grace confirmed the existence of Bristol University, which made it appear that their previous doubts were trivial.
"No? Why don't we talk about the topic again, who comes first?"
Zhu Songjun said with a smile: "Why don't we talk about novels? I just read Don Quigode recently."
Grace immediately said: "Okay, I like Cervantes' works very much, they have great realism significance."
The topic started, and the salon suddenly became lively. You talked to each other, talking about your feelings about the novels you like. Fei Jingting looked on coldly, he only knew about Don Quigote's novel. He was an engineering student, how could he have the time?
To read this literary masterpiece?
And looking at the young men and women talking freely, Fei Jingting always had a magical feeling. There was a turbulent situation outside, the peace talks between the north and the south were broken down, and war was about to happen; the young people's march was just the beginning, and a bigger trend was yet to come.
And these guys seem to be indifferent to the world, and they are talking about a novel written by a Spaniard three hundred years ago...
The guy named Wenbin suddenly mentioned Fei Jingting: "What does Mr. Fei think of Don Quigotte?"
"No, I just know it, but I haven't read it."
Zhu Songjun said: "That's a pity. Don Quixote is a good book."
The guy named Wen Bin sneered, glanced at his companion and said, "Speaking of which, the Evening News has recently serialized a chivalrous novel. Does anyone know about it?"
Someone said: "I know, but "Dragon Babu"?"
"That's right. Does anyone know who wrote that book?"
Zhu Songjun's beautiful eyes rolled around and she asked: "Cai Wenbin, please stop being so mysterious and tell me quickly."
Cai Wenbin raised his hands in surrender, glanced at Cheng Shi beside him and said: "Shi Bi is Pang Shibi, the editor-in-chief of the Evening News. As for Liang Yong... why don't you all guess by yourself?"
Zhu Songjun muttered: "Liang Yong...Liang Yong? Liang Chengshi, you wrote the Eight Parts of Tian Long?"
Fei Jingting was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a guy named Liang Chengshi pretending to be modest and said: "It's not worth mentioning, it's just a storybook for entertainment."
However, Zhu Songjun praised: "You can't tell. I treat you with admiration after three days of separation. I used to think that Liang Yong was a bit crooked, but I didn't expect that you could write a chivalrous novel like Tian Long Ba Bu."
Fei Jingting was confused. The Eight Parts of the Dragon was written by Liang Chengshi? Then what did he think?