At the Pearl International Airport, with 400,000 euros in my pocket, I felt like my breath was coming out of my nostrils! The two John Bulls got off the plane and were a little dumbfounded! Because the airport in front of me was not what I imagined.
Not only is it not what I imagined, it also looks no worse than London Airport, and in some places even worse!
The two John Bulls, who have been thinking about what China looks like in their minds, are a little uncomfortable! No way, the contrast is really too big. If they don’t have a little common sense, the two John Bulls might think that the Pearl Airport is the first one they come to China.
The runway was directly pressed onto the ground by a road roller, and there was a fire beside the runway to guide the planes to land at night!
The two John Bulls, who were confused, saw the sign with their names written on it when they left the airport. The person who came to pick them up was the Chinese translator who had contacted them earlier.
Dawson and Lynch walked up to this person with their own salutes.
"Is this Mr. Li? I'm Austin Dawson, and this is my assistant Danny Lynch!" Austin put down the bag in his hand and stretched out his hand to the Chinese translator.
After shaking hands with Dawson, Translator Li said enthusiastically: "Welcome, Mr. Dawson and Mr. Lynch!".
"Call me Austin"
"Just call me Lynch!" the two John Bulls said enthusiastically to their translators.
Translator Li enthusiastically helped lift Austin's small bag that he had just put down, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "My car is outside, let's go to the hotel now!".
Dawson nodded. He followed Translator Li, and the two walked side by side towards the exit of the airport. Lin Qi, who was following behind with two bags in his hands, felt a little strange, thinking to himself: Isn’t it about the Chinese?
Are you all very hospitable? Why don't you carry a bag for me? The boss's bags are all light, and the ones I have are the heavier ones!
If Translator Li hears Lin Qi's thoughts, he will definitely curl his lips: You are a follower, I am a translator, why should I help you carry your bag? Let's talk about priorities, okay?
Don't worry about it. The three of them arrived at the parking lot while chatting, put away their bags, and Translator Li drove to the hotel with his meal tickets for the next month and his attendants.
The car was driving on the wide airport expressway. The two John Bulls, who came to China for the first time, couldn't help but look at the brightly lit city night scene not far away, and couldn't help but think in their hearts: Is this the Pearl?
Within an hour of driving into the city, the car slowly slowed down and finally stopped.
"Holy crap! We're in a traffic jam again!" Translator Li said, patting the steering wheel impatiently.
There are still traffic jams in China! Dawson and Lynch looked at each other. Then Dawson gently opened the car door. He looked back and forth and looked at the dense sea of cars and lights in front and back. Only then did Dawson believe that China is really
There is such a thing as a traffic jam.
After nearly forty minutes, Dawson realized that the traffic jam in China was much worse than in London now. In the following time, the two John Bulls were lucky not to encounter another traffic jam.
Translator Li sent the two to the hotel and watched them check in in the lobby. After saying a few words to them, he turned around and drove his car home.
Dawson and Lynch stayed in a standard room. After putting down the etiquette, they ordered room service and other things. They each took care of themselves.
While waiting for Lynch to come out of the bathroom, he saw his boss standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night scene outside.
"It's completely different from what I thought!" Lynch stood next to the boss and said: "If I had to guess now, I would have thought we were in New York! So many skyscrapers, so many cars! And the costumes of pedestrians
It’s not what I thought!”.
Dawson sighed: "Our media is so ridiculous. Most of the reports involving China throughout the day are negative, ugh!".
Dawson is telling the truth. The British media only pays attention to the bad side of China! If there is a Chinese standing by at this time, he will pat Dawson on the shoulder and tell this John Bull who came to China for the first time: Don’t be sad.
, because when our media reports on the UK, many of them are also negative!
In fact, this is understandable. From a human nature point of view, you are always happier when you see someone who is worse off than you are than when you see someone who is better off than you are. The same applies to a country. No matter what country you are from, you should not
The media in your own country thinks too highly!
If you look at the British and American media, you must think that the Chinese people are living in dire straits. There are no high-rise buildings or mansions in our Chinese cities, only seven or eight-story buildings at most. Most of the people are still wearing Western clothes from 20 to 30 years ago.
Clothes. In short, I saw in the news that China is backward and poor! Take an aerial photo of a small town in China and tell them on the streets of London that this is the capital of China. Five out of ten people will believe it!
As for why Chinese people in Europe and the United States feel rich when they come to Europe and the United States, why don’t they build some high-rise buildings if they are so rich? Why don’t they engage in urban construction? The European and American media will not explain this simple and contradictory logical error.
, the common people have no interest in listening. If they have that time, they might as well bask in the sun!
Let’s not talk about the European and American media. Let’s talk about our media. When talking about Europe and the United States, the tone is almost the same. If you don’t believe it, you can see it by turning on the TV at 7:20 every day. The United States explodes at every turn, Europe suffers from unemployment at every turn, and where are the workers?
It's a strike! The lives of people in Europe and America have been affected again, or there will be another gunfight on the streets! It's all these bad things.
With reports like this, and bullets flying everywhere, you can see European and American people running around with their arms in their arms like birds and beasts. It suddenly makes you feel as if the European and American people are living in a hail of bullets all day long.
If you firmly believe that European and American social regulations are like this, you will immediately feel that a group of people in China who have sharpened their heads and rushed to Europe and the United States are simply going with the courage to die! They are all tired of the comfortable life in China and are running to Europe and the United States.
Looking for excitement!
In short, when it comes to things in the media, the eldest brother doesn’t talk about the second brother, it’s just the same thing! Chinese media reports on Europe and the United States are all good, but are they still Chinese media?
It would be great if the British media reported all about China. But that’s not right! It’s not like following the tune of CCTV news. They are British media, not the China Media Office in Great Britain!
Think about what happened in the British media about the high-spirited Chinese people: People across the country are happy to welcome the increase in oil prices! What does it taste like? PetroChina said that the domestic oil price should be in line with our selling price in the US market: six yuan per liter! The people across the country immediately said no. Then
It’s the United States! Domestic
If it’s less than seven yuan a liter, we will definitely not buy gas! We don’t even take the bus, we just walk to work with our legs swinging! Now the people across the country have nothing to worry about, they only worry about spending money, you pay six yuan! Finally, PetroChina
I had no choice but to say passionately: It’s his grandma’s fault!
This style of patriotism can never be experienced by the British. This kind of thinking cannot be cultivated without thousands of years of accumulation! How can the pride of PetroChina, which sells more domestically than abroad, be learned by British oil companies!
People’s thinking can’t keep up, and the oil company’s pride is not enough. Why are the British media reporting on it? You can’t learn from advanced experience, and if you report it, you won’t lose the face of Great Britain’s own people!
The China in front of me was very new to the two John Bulls who came here for the first time. It was completely different from what I had originally thought!
The two John Bulls looked at the night scene. For some reason, Dawson's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt that his gold mining journey seemed to be cast a little shadow. Even after he fell asleep in bed at night, Dawson still prayed to God.
: Rich people in China don’t like to play with art! I kept repeating this for almost an hour. Dawson himself was a little convinced that rich people in China didn’t like to play with art. Then there was a smile on his lips and he felt jet lag.
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Liu Hongshuo is staying in the living room, playing chess with his two old friends Liu Yuchan and Zhang Chenglin! The two players are playing and the old man is watching the game with his chin in his hand.
"Jiang!" Liu Hongshuo pushed his car up to face Liu Yuchan's general with a bang!
Liu Yuchan frowned and thought for a moment, then threw the two chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard: "You old thing, the student is just proud now, and you are also getting along! The master and the apprentice have been together for a while.
Are you so proud of yourself?"
"One more set!" Liu Hongshuo saw Liu Yuchan about to leave and quickly stopped him.
"Let Lao Zhang play with you, and I'll sit and watch a round!".
Zhang Chenglin sat across from Liu Hongshuo and took a sip of water. Before he could swallow it, he heard Liu Hongshuo sigh and say: "You are a spoiled child. He doesn't have any other skills. He just has a little heart for painting! I can't do it now."
A small achievement!".
Poof~! After hearing what Liu Hongshuo said, Zhang Chenglin tilted his head and squirted out the water in his mouth.
Liu Yuchan said: "If you want to be proud, then be proud! Why are you pretending to be serious here! Is this a small achievement? Since oil painting came here, who has been recognized by Europeans and Americans as a pioneer! You
This modesty is not a place. If all the oil painters in China are brought in, doesn’t this mean that everyone has accomplished nothing? It’s not just me, but you too!”
"I have accomplished nothing in painting, but I have taught students like this, and I have accomplished nothing in this life!" Liu Hongshuo said with a smile.
After hearing this, Liu Yuchan shook his head and laughed twice: "I can't achieve anything once my feelings come into your mouth!".
"You don't count! Don't you still have Chinese paintings?" Zhang Chenglin laughed and laughed while playing chess.
Ever since Fang Yi became famous in Venice, Liu Hongshuo has been walking with a wind in his eyes. Even when he went to teach stone art from time to time, he was smiling! However, Liu Hongshuo's sudden smile made the students he taught uncomfortable. Look.
Looking at Liu Hongshuo's smile, he always felt a chill running down his spine. Liu Hongshuo was happy, but all the students in the class were heartbroken.
Three old friends from Liu Hongshuo's family were happily playing chess, and not far away in Fang Yi's studio, everyone was also in high spirits.
Wei Jin, Tao Yong, Zhao Jie, Lu Qikun, Lang Yanguang, Zhou Tong, Zhu Zheng and Wang Hongqi were sitting at the table in the living room, drinking wine and eating lobster, and discussing Fang Yi's rise to fame.
Friends here are very happy that Fang Yi has become famous in one fell swoop! A few people who used to hang out together have eaten countless times under the guise of Fang Yi's founding of the mountain sect, and every time everyone eats it with great pride!