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Chapter 137 Eyesight (two chapters)

Pride is Oliver's normal state, but today Oliver's pride is a pretense, a strategy adopted when talking to young rich men.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Song acted completely out of common sense. This was the humble and prudent flower grower in his impression??

If Nancy were here, she would definitely tell this old man that people should know how to be content.

Zhao Song didn't say hello "nice" to "meet" you, but the most formal "i'm" "delighted" to "make" your "acquaintance" is enough to give you face.

It's a pity that Nancy is not here, so Oliver said dissatisfiedly:

"Hey, Zhao," he was still affected and stopped calling Nicholas, "History is a compulsory course for our nobles. I have studied the research on the surnames of flower growers. Over the years, due to marriage, taboos, escapes, etc..."

"The Zhao family is just the number one in Song's "Hundred Family Surnames"," Zhao Song interrupted him unceremoniously, then looked at the old man and asked, "It is an honor for me, the Zhao family, to be related to his surname. Mr. Oliver, a flower grower

The people don’t care what your surname is, but what you have done. If we are all like you, what kind of etiquette must we pay attention to when meeting the eight surnames in ancient times? How can we survive?"

Oliver frowned. He was very conflicted now. Although he had a bad start with the young man, the topic now interested him, so he couldn't help but ask: "It's like the statue enshrined in Chinatown.

He has made great achievements in the history of flower planting?"

Zhao Song looked at the old man strangely and didn't understand why he was struggling with such a boring issue. Hey, we are having a conflict, can we be serious?

"Mr. Oliver, you just talked about history, and now you're talking to me about mythology?"

Oliver completely forgot about the little commotion just now and asked curiously: "Myth? That person you call 'Second Master' is Shinhwa?"

"They in Chinatown are them, and I am me! Without us," Zhao Song corrected the old man's mistake and explained helplessly, "According to the "Protect the Country, Bless the People and Conquer Demons", since the Ming Dynasty, after several Ming emperors,

The canonization has already led to the adjustment of the order in the flower planting world.

In other words, Guan Wusheng, the Second Master of Guan, is a myth and there is no such person in official history."

"..." Oliver was confused, "There is no such person as Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang?"

"If your historical research is to read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", then I can tell you for sure that there is no such person!"

"why?"

If you read some official history, you wouldn't ask such a naive question.

Zhao Song was bored to death. He didn't understand why Tesla, which mainly focused on emerging technology consumer products, had to come into contact with such decadent and pathological traditional forces. With an American father as its backer, why did it have to accommodate European troublemakers?

m's!

Zhao Song secretly cursed that this was also the conflict between him and Tesla, but if there was any way, he could only fulfill his responsibilities conscientiously on matters that had already been agreed upon.

"Mr. Oliver, I just switched from history to mythology. Are you sure you want to talk about politics with me?"

"why?"

"In the Ming Dynasty, canonizing this person was the political demand of the ruling class; but the Manchu Qing's strategy after entering the country was exactly the same as your Western ideological propaganda, because they needed this person to subtly influence the national spirit among the people!"

Oliver's expression condensed: "Why?"

"Because at that time there was a character who perfectly matched the description in reality with the myth, and he had huge influence among the people."

"who?"

"The Three Realms Jingmo Great Emperor is loyal, filial and wonderful, the Heavenly Lord Yuesheng Emperor, Yue Fei, Yue Pengju!"

After answering the question, Zhao Song sighed and said in a low voice, "The characters in the book you are reading have positive reviews in the official history. They are Sun Quan who manages Jiangdong, Zhuge Liang who governs Shu, and the person who cultivates his health.

Xi, Cao Cao personally conquered the Qiang and Hu.

The Three Kingdoms fought unjustly, and becoming famous by force meant that there were corpses everywhere behind them, and Yi Zi couldnibalize each other. When studying the history of flower cultivation, you cannot use literary works and poems and songs to interpret the characters. To promote individual heroism is to ignore the eight kings after the Three Kingdoms.

Chaos, the national calamity caused by the Five Husbands disrupting China.

Mr. Oliver, the flower-growing people just want to live with dignity. We are not offensive. Those who are remembered in history are those who preserved the essence and blood of the nation and passed on the culture of the flower-growing nation."

Although it was a bit nonsense, Zhao Song successfully brought the topic back.

Sure enough, Oliver laughed: "Are you telling me that politics is politics, and I can't bring the concepts used by the West for public opinion propaganda into personal interactions?"

Zhao Song shrugged.

Oliver thought for a while, then finally lowered his head and solemnly stretched out his right hand: "Oliver Windsor, Zhao, you are a pure person. I like to cooperate with such people."

This young man who, like me, has a strong national consciousness is destined to be unable to win over here. According to the world's development trend, if we must cooperate with the East, such flower-growing entrepreneurs who speak purely for profit are the most ideal partners.

If it doesn't satisfy my appetite, I can fall out with it without any pressure. How great!

Of course, Oliver's imagination was wonderful, but when Zhao Song was pretending to be a grandson, he was only afraid that America's father would fall out. As for this, who cares?

For the old man who is still immersed in the sunset, Zhao Songte would like to suggest that he learn more about Spain, the first empire on which the sun never sets. The virus that originated in the American military camp is still called the Spanish Flu...

Why are the common people who grow flowers so glass-hearted? If we just admit it like the Spaniards, it will be over! At most, I am curious, why do those viruses specifically look for us flower growers?????

Zhao Song smiled softly, holding back the disgust in his heart, and held the old hand: "Tesla, Song Zhao. If Mr. Oliver is interested, you are welcome to come to the company's road show tomorrow!"

"My pleasure!"

Resisting the urge to wipe his hands, Zhao Song quickly left the old man. For being angry today, he would have to settle accounts with the Tesla board of directors and the working group sooner or later!

Nowadays, looking at beautiful women is the most important thing.

…………

Fortunately, due to different times, many of today's 16.7-year-old girls are well-protected little princesses by their families, peers, dances, cakes, and excitement. These simple factors make them happy and laughing.

Even Xiaoyu found two or three children.

As for the less innocent ones...

Zhao Song looked at Bai Li, who was chatting and laughing with several obviously worldly girls, and showed a smile of relief like an old father's.

"Hello Mr. Nicholas."

It seems that not only is he looking for investors at the dance, but investors are also looking for him.

Zhao Song turned his head depressed because it affected him when he saw the beautiful woman. He was stunned when he saw the person clearly and quickly greeted him: "Mr. Anthony, I have long admired you!"

Anthony Burton, Europe's Peter Lynch, a famous British investor.

"That's my daughter over there." Anthony said, pointing to a girl with an innocent smile.

Zhao Song glanced at the beautiful girl who was chatting and laughing with Xiao Yu, nodded and praised: "Just like my sister, she is really a charming little angel."

Anthony burst into laughter: "Mr. Nicholas, you are not much older than my little angel."


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