International politics is so cruel and ruthless. The Jews cried all day long after six million people died. However, tens of millions of people died in China and the Soviet Union, but they were deliberately ignored. Is the experience of the Chinese people not miserable enough? No,
It’s because China’s current strength is not strong enough!
Therefore, China's story is forced to be told by Americans or Europeans. After all, only magic can defeat magic. In today's era when European and American societies still dominate the international discourse, Chinese people cannot live so happily.
.
If you want to achieve your goal, you must endure grievances and even abuse, just like those officials who beg for foreign investment. Don’t they have national pride? Don’t they have national self-respect? Don’t they know that all Hong Kong and Taiwan businessmen are Huang Shiren alive?
no way!
Just like Wang Ai's trip today, Wang Ai stood in front of Rabe's photo for a short time, his thoughts changing. If he really wanted to start from his position of strength, Thomas Rabe should have visited him in Munich, not
In turn, the embassy probably knew about it, so it made a special call to inquire about his attitude. Even if Wang Ai recognized Rabe's achievements, he didn't care about the "strength and status" rules that are full of banditry and jungle, but he is in Europe
, being in the game, Wang Ai will inevitably apply this rule in his daily work.
So, why do it the other way around? Instead of giving Thomas a visit ticket, or simply making an appointment to meet in another city? Of course Wang Ai respects Rabe, but Rabe is not equal to Thomas. In the final analysis, it is still a matter of "strength and status"
.
Wang Ai, who had been silent for a long time in front of Rabe's black and white photo, exhaled, turned around and shook hands with Thomas again: "You said just now that you were honored to see me, but in fact I am also honored to meet you."
Thomas enthusiastically invited Wang Ai to sit down and drink tea. He enthusiastically showed Wang Ai a photo album of his visit to China, and then started talking about football. Obviously, between Wang Ai and Thomas, except for the two of them, they were strangers.
For Mr. Rabe, football is the biggest common language.
Thomas was full of praise for Wang Ai's football achievements, calling him a representative of the Chinese people, saying that as long as he has been in the football world for one day, he will be the most vivid symbol of Chinese civilization in the minds of ordinary people in Europe. Thomas even turned on the computer to retrieve
I showed Wang Ai a questionnaire from Heidelberg University last year. In the question "Who is the most famous Chinese?", he was the one who topped the list, followed by: Bruce Lee and Sun Tzu!
Of course, this survey cannot be said to be very widely representative, but Wang Ai was still shocked by the result: "Bruce Lee and I are both products of the times. Hundreds of years later, I guarantee that my grandson will still be in this option, and I and I are both products of the times."
He has been forgotten."
After hearing this, Thomas shook his head with the caution, stubbornness and straightforwardness unique to Germans: "Bruce Lee is a movie star, and literary and artistic works have limitations of the times, but you are a sports star, and you are accompanied by various major historical records. So,
In a few hundred years you will not be forgotten, but your ranking will be lowered."
Wang Ai laughed loudly, and was relieved from the depressed mood caused by his "powerful position". Then the conversation became lively. Wang Ai recalled the days when he studied at the University of Tübingen, and Thomas talked with Wang Ai.
This brings up the historical origin of Heidelberg University. Since both universities are in Baden, there are many exchanges between the two universities, and the departmental settings are also very similar. Thomas is a professor of reproductive medicine in the medical school, and Wang Ai is a professor in Tu
The actual controller of Bingen Rehabilitation Medical Center, so after the topic was extended, the two parties had more in common.
At noon, Thomas hosted Wang Ai and his group for a light meal at home. In the warm sunny afternoon, the group moved to the backyard to continue chatting. Only then did the topic begin to get deeper. Both parties, and of course the Chinese Cultural Counselor, were enjoying the meal.
Over tea, we talked about the history of decades ago, about Zhang Chunru, World War II, and some details and fragments of the Nanjing Massacre.
Wang Ai took the initiative to ask about Mr. Rabe’s cemetery, and then he learned that although the cemetery is in Berlin, it is being asked to move out by relevant German government departments because the lease period has expired. Thomas donated his grandfather’s tombstone more than ten years ago.
Nanjing is now just a grassland without any signs.
Wang Ai was inevitably sad to hear that Mr. Rabe's burial place was in such a condition. Thomas said that he had made a request through the Chinese Embassy in the hope that China would support the restoration of Rabe's cemetery. Now the Nanjing government is studying it, and the result is not yet known.
how.
When he heard that the 20-year lease fee for the cemetery was one thousand euros, Wang Ai already knew it. Without a clear statement from the Cultural Counselor, he certainly could not take over everything. He only expressed that when the reconstruction of the cemetery is completed,
He hopes to go to pay homage in person.
Dinner was not left at Thomas's home. Wang Ai shook hands with Thomas and took a photo at the door of his house before boarding the car to say goodbye. At the Heidelberg Airport restaurant, Wang Ai invited the cultural counselor and his entourage to have dinner. Only then did Wang Ai figure out what was going on.
The reason for inviting him here.
After dinner, the Cultural Counselor and his party took a plane to fly back to Berlin, while Wang Ai and his party flew back to Munich, preparing to rest at home for a night and return home tomorrow with a lot of "symbols" for Leonie.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai was already sitting in the study on the third floor of Munine's home in South City, constantly thinking about the special itinerary of this day.
"What are you thinking about?" As soon as the study door opened, Shi Wenjun walked in with a tea tray.
Wang Ai took a cup and put it under his nose and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and raised his head with a satisfied smile: "Yes, it smells good!"
“Looking at you, it seems like you are good at drinking.” Shi Wenjun put his legs together and sat at the desk diagonally opposite Wang Ai.
“Why not? I’ve been drinking it for all these years.” Wang Ai put down the tea cup: “I have to pay tens of thousands of yuan for drinking tea.”
“Then what are you drinking now? Don’t lower your head, don’t look!” Shi Wenjun stretched out his hand like lightning to block Wang Ai’s eyes.
Wang Ai dodged around and laughed: "Liu'an Guapian! No need to ask, this is the one I drink the most."
Shi Wenjun let go of his hand and sneered: "This is Emei Peak!"
Wang Ai stared straight at Shi Wenjun and shook his head for a long time: "You are not interesting anymore."
Shi Wenjun snorted and picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "You are so arty. If I don't let you see, you can't even tell whether it's black tea or green tea."
Wang Ai's jaw moved left and right, and suddenly raised his hand: "If you blindfold me, I will know whether it is Mary or Sani."
Shi Wenjun squinted and noticed Wang Ai's gaze directed at her breasts, and immediately said: "Shut up."
