"Look, British culture is not as broad and profound as our Chinese culture..." Hong Xue said proudly: "In our country, every wife of the emperor has a title, such as concubine or concubine, and the wives of powerful people also have titles, such as Dafang, Second bedroom or something..."
Lisa smiled and did not debate the matter. She just asked casually: "How many Ling Cangs are there?"
Tongtong counted the numbers carefully and then replied: "Tongtong, I, Sister Xuening, Leilei and Tingting were originally four, and this Hong Xue can barely count as one."
"What does reluctance mean?" Hong Xue suddenly stood up, slapped the table, pointed at Tongtong's nose and said, "I tell you, I am more qualified to be Countess_Ling than you are."
Hong Xue's English was very poor and she spoke this not-so-complex word very poorly. Tongtong immediately burst out laughing: "Straighten your tongue first before you speak."
"You are looking for trouble," Hong Xue grabbed the chopsticks and looked like he wanted to poke Tongtong in the eyes.
"So many people are watching..." Ling Cang sighed helplessly and reminded: "Don't you think it's embarrassing?"
This sentence reminded Hong Xue and Tongtong. The two girls looked at the classmates with different faces around them, sat down angrily and stopped talking. However, after finally being quiet for a while, Hong Xue was a little restrained. Unable to hold on any longer, he questioned Ling Cang: "No, you must make it clear today who the countess is."
"You all are wrong..." Ling Cang also got angry and jumped up: "Who the hell said I was a count?"
Liang Xiangyu pointed at the newspaper stupidly: "That's what Minghai News said,"
"You also believe this kind of tabloid," Ling Cang grabbed the newspaper and tore it into pieces: "In a few days, it will say that you are a Martian. Do you also believe it?"
"If you think this newspaper has gone too far, you'd better communicate with them immediately..." Shen Fanlei immediately stood up to smooth things over and made a suggestion: "If they don't stop this irresponsible reporting, we can resort to Legal means, if you think it is necessary, I will ask the lawyer to send them a lawyer's letter right now,"
Ling Cang was really angry and wanted to catch Gao Daquan immediately and hit two hundred big mouths with his bow from left and right. However, when he calmed down, Ling Cang's attitude made a 180-degree turn.
Although it is indeed outrageous to describe himself as a British aristocrat, all the manuscripts written by Gao Daquan basically affirmed himself in a positive way and did not create any scandals or scandals for himself.
Nowadays, I don’t know how many people want to be famous. They spend a lot of money to hire gunmen and trolls to hype up all kinds of eye-catching things. Even if it is something negative, if people find out about it, they will definitely be very shameless, and there are a lot of people who want to be famous. People enjoy this endlessly, such as Beast Beast, showing off her lower body like a black fungus; another example is Sister Feng, who strives to make herself despised by the people of the country. All the pictures show is the word "name", and then the "profit" behind the "name".
The negatives are like this, but the positives are even more touted. GDP is the biggest bullshit. It is advertised every day that it is catching up with the United States and surpassing Japan. However, the ranking of per capita income of residents in the world continues to decline, from 20 to 20. century, has dropped to just over 120 today.
Speaking of which, this was an era of bragging. From the officials of the imperial court to the traders and pawns, the whole country and all the people were bragging. The bulls being bragged were all kinds of bulls, including water buffalo, oxen, small cattle, South China cattle, and so on. There are Martian cattle, and groups of cattle fly from Tiananmen to all parts of the motherland, sometimes forming an "S" and sometimes forming a "B".
It seems that boasting himself as an earl can be regarded as a favor to Gao Daquan. Many other people would rather take the initiative to pay Gao Daquan to do this.
"Forget it..." Ling Cang waved his hand: "He can say whatever he wants. I am upright and not afraid of my shadow being distorted."
Shen Fanlei could see Ling Cang's mentality, so she didn't say anything else, but Lisa was a little angry: "No matter what he said is true or not, the title of nobility is a very honorable status, why do your words sound a bit... It seems like someone is slandering you,"
Ling Cang said seriously: "Aristocrats are synonymous with corruption and are destined to be thrown into the trash heap of history by the proletariat."
"You have seen the negative things about aristocrats, but you have not noticed the true aristocratic spirit, education, responsibility and freedom." Although Ling Cang's words were a bit harsh, Lisa explained patiently: "Education means to have The pursuit of spirit and quality; responsibility is to take on responsibilities and bear public obligations; as for freedom, we must not only pursue the right to be free from coercion, but also have subjective inner freedom and objective freedom to participate in politics, such as In war, nobles must be at the forefront. In World War I, the mortality rate of British nobles serving in the army was 20%, twice as high as that of ordinary soldiers. At the end of 1914 alone, the dead included six nobles of the House of Lords. Sixteen barons, as well as ninety-five sons of nobles in the House of Lords and eighty-two sons of barons, many aristocratic families cut off their bloodlines as a result..."
In fact, Ling Cang agreed with Lisa's words and just said it casually.
The aristocratic system has a positive side. It has been thousands of years since its birth, so it has experienced countless turbulences and storms, but it can still survive to this day, and it is widely respected in Western society.
On the contrary, some systems were destroyed one after another within just a few decades after their establishment. I don’t know who is being ironic.
"Lisa..." Ling Cang looked at this blond and blue-eyed classmate carefully for the first time, and asked rather strangely: "Why do you know so much about the aristocratic system?"
Lisa smiled uncomfortably: "I am British after all. It is normal for me to have some understanding of the history and society of my country."
Ling Cang has never been to England, and he doesn’t know if every ordinary British person can describe what aristocrats are in such detail. However, Ling Cang noticed signs of lying on Lisa’s delicate face: “You can’t They are nobles, right?"
"I hope I am a noble..." Lisa didn't want to continue this topic and immediately tried to change the subject: "I just calculated that your girlfriends... are all school beauties."
"You first answer whether I am a noble,"
"Tell me first, is your girlfriend a school beauty?"
Neither of the two people wanted to give in, and one was more stubborn than the other. Shen Fanlei had to come out to smooth things over again: "Ling Cang, can't you give in to your female classmate?"
When Lisa heard Shen Fanlei's words, she immediately felt confident: "I heard that there are six school beauties here when I first came to No. 1 Middle School..."
"Okay, I admit..." Ling Cang interrupted Lisa impatiently: "Someone mentioned five names just now, all of them are my girlfriends and all of them are school beauties."
"Oh my god..." Lisa's original intention of coming to this party was just to join in the fun and make more new friends. She didn't expect to hear such a thing. In fact, she came to No. 1 Middle School to go to school. The word "noble" means that although she doesn't know much about this place, she can still imagine that the girls here must have high standards, so she was extremely surprised by Ling Cang's luck: "You chased five flowers by yourself." School belle, how on earth did you do that?"
"Brother has a charming personality," Ling Cang said, shaking his messy hair.
Looking at Ling Cang's appearance, Lisa had an indescribable strange feeling. She couldn't connect it with the school beauty killer, but the facts were in front of her, and she couldn't help but believe it.
Later, Lisa learned a Chinese word that could properly describe the feeling Ling Cang gave people, sharp.
While everyone was chatting, Zhang Yiting came, wearing a pair of jeans and a jacket, as simple and plain as before.
Everyone immediately stood up to welcome her, including those who didn't know Zhang Yiting yet.
Lisa only knew that this party was to welcome a classmate back. After seeing Zhang Yiting, she immediately asked: "Is she the heroine tonight?"
"Yes," Ling Cang nodded: "It's Zhang Yiting, one of the six major campus beauties."
Several classmates who had a good relationship with Zhang Yiting immediately came over to greet her. The atmosphere was very lively. Only Shen Fanlei noticed that Zhang Yiting looked a little strange.
Zhang Yiting put her hands in her jacket pockets, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking a little worried.
"What's wrong with you?" Shen Fanlei reached out and touched Zhang Yiting's forehead: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I..." Zhang Yiting hesitated before replying: "I met a talent scout,"
Thinking that she would see Ling Cang soon and get together with so many classmates, Zhang Yiting felt very happy. She went out early today and planned to buy a gift for Ling Cang first.
While walking in the mall, Zhang Yiting always felt as if someone was following her. Looking back, Zhang Yiting found a middle-aged man in a suit not far behind her.
Every time this man saw Zhang Yiting, he didn't shy away at all. Instead, he smiled and nodded. This made Zhang Yiting put aside her worries, because according to the experience taught by film and television dramas, bad guys should dodge and not act so calmly.
But it happened several times in a row, and no matter where Zhang Yiting went, this man always followed her.
Zhang Yiting became suspicious again. She first played "110" on her mobile phone, and then pressed the call button with her finger. As soon as she noticed any movement from the other party, she could immediately make a call. Then, Zhang Yiting plucked up the courage and walked towards the other party. : "Excuse me, do we know each other?"
"We don't know each other, but I really hope to get to know each other," said the middle-aged man, who was slightly bald and wearing a pair of black-rimmed myopia glasses with a kind smile on his face: "I hope you can give me this opportunity,"