America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 380 King's Game 2
The man's finger slid across the screen of the phone, but did not click it. The broken explosion-proof screen protector blocked the touch operation.

"Fake!"

Muttering a curse, he flattened his palm, wiped the dirty, broken screen, and continued clicking.

This time, the software opened.

However, there was a problem with the facial recognition when logging into the account. After the progress animation briefly turned twice, the man entered the account password in the password field that popped up.

Then, like a goose with its throat grabbed, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He exhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and opened them again, only to find that he was not mistaken.

Putting down his phone helplessly, the shirtless man in shorts climbed up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

"George, you haven't eaten yet. I made some pancakes. You can eat them with sauce. Also, don't stay at home every day. Go out and find a job."

His mother's chattering came from the sofa. George glanced at the food on the table and said nothing.

The woman was used to her son's depression, she just watched TV and continued knitting a sweater.

George walked behind his mother, bent down, held his mother's head and kissed her.

"Kid, it's okay. Everyone has bad times. Eat first."

In the story of "Yilin", American children have to leave their families and grow up on their own when they turn eighteen. However, in the real America, there are many young people who have to empty their parents' life savings to buy a house.

There are many people like George who have been living in their mother's apartment after losing their jobs. His mother thought that her words were too hurtful to her child's self-esteem, so her tone was even a little ashamed and uneasy.

"Mom, I'm a little incompetent. Maybe I shouldn't be in this world."

George's voice was hoarse and low. As his hands were knitting, he froze. Then, footsteps were heard from behind, and his mother turned around quickly.

But George had already opened the window, and at the last moment, he looked back at his home with nostalgia.

He saw the white hair on his mother's head and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The old woman covered her mouth and seemed frightened.

"NO! Child, no! Don't be like this. I can keep you alive even without a job. Don't be like this!"

George didn't want to cause any psychological pressure on his mother, so he wiped his tears and explained with a smile.

"It's not because of this, Mom. I don't have the courage to live anymore. It's not your fault. It's because your son is too incompetent."

After saying this, the man sitting on the window leaned out, and under the influence of gravity, he fell down like a broken sofa.

Throwing down the sweater she had prepared for George, the old mother dragged her weak legs to the window. She wanted to stick her head out to look at her son, but she didn't have the courage.

Using all her strength in her arms, she held onto the windowsill as hard as she could so that she wouldn't have to sit on the ground.

Everything happened so suddenly that she lost the most precious thing in her life without even a bit of mental preparation.

And this is just the aftermath of the BEC market value waterfall.

George didn't have the courage to play with BEC coins. He just took advantage of the crazy rise of BEC coins to buy some other cryptocurrency options on LCE, that's all.

Cheng Daiqi used knife control and gimmicks to create a craze for LCE, but now the tide has receded.
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There is no faint floral scent in the early morning in Paris, but there is coffee on the left bank of the Seine, and matching the coffee is the ancient flavor of the Seine that has remained unchanged for hundreds of years.

Old Parisians love to drink coffee, but if the coffee is not a little smelly, they will just slightly raise their chins and say it is not authentic.

Job is a milkman in Paris. Every morning, he drives his small truck and travels more than 30 kilometers to deliver freshly produced milk from farms in the suburbs of Paris to customers in the city center.

Today, there were more black people (Job thought they were niggers) on the right bank of the Seine than usual. Job, who was stuck in traffic, opened the window in dissatisfaction and blew an atomic breath outside.

"Bah! Damn it!"

He didn't say who was to be damned. It could be the disgusting black people he thought they were, the incompetent Paris transportation department, or this fucked up world.

In short, he didn't say who should be killed.

After being stuck in traffic for nearly seven minutes, Job's truck started moving again. In order to avoid being deducted for being late, the experienced milkman drove the truck with a launch effect.

Despite this, he was still two minutes late when he arrived at the unloading point in the kitchen of the Cézanne Palace Hotel.

"Hey, man, this is a cigarette made by a Cuban girl, give me some respect."

What can I do if I'm late?

Job could only start to deal with people with a diligent look on his face.

"Shabi, Cuban girls roll cigars, not cigarettes!"

The person who received the supplies in the kitchen was Job's elementary school classmate. He scolded Job, opened the lid to check today's fresh milk, and then whispered instructions.

"This will never happen again!"

Job chuckled and said.

"There will be a handover ceremony for the pastor of our village this weekend. Remember to come back and have a drink with us brothers."

"Okay, let's talk about it on the weekend. I'm too busy. Alas."

Job got back in the truck and continued driving to the next delivery point.

You are the idiot. What the hell are you pretending for? Aren’t you just a small supervisor in the hotel kitchen supplies department? Don’t you know who is who?
It was 5:30 in the morning, Paris time, and Job continued with his work; he still had several hotels to visit.

Europe is a long-standing agricultural region, and France's agriculture and animal husbandry are number one in the world. The fresh milk sent by Job was quickly delivered to the breakfast room of the Cezanne Palace Hotel.

"Fresh milk fruit salad doesn't have salad in it, it only has fresh milk and fruit. Its flavor relies solely on the aroma of fresh milk and fruit. We have different fruits in different seasons. How to balance the flavors and make a salad that will wow customers is a skill that requires careful practice."

The chef in the breakfast room leaned on the kitchen counter, folded his arms, and explained the details to the new apprentices.

“You all came here to learn from other sub-brand hotels. Maybe you were already the best breakfast chefs in your original hotels, but you still have a lot to learn in Cezanne.”

"Okay, without further ado, you guys deal with the fruit first. Remember the details I told you yesterday and don't mess it up!"

"Idiot! The apple juice here can only be made from the sweetest part of the apple, and you left too much!"

"That's not how you cut rubber. Shape! Shape! Shape! How many times do I have to emphasize this?"
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My nose is itchy.

Cheng Daiqi reached out and touched his nose, and found a hand that did not belong to him.

"Mi'er, what are you doing?"

He opened his eyes reluctantly and found that the excited girl had already woken up and was now poking her nostrils with a feather plucked from a decorative ornament.

"Don't sleep, we still have a lot to do today."

The black-haired rich woman got into his arms and said while lying on his chest.

Cheng Daiqi closed his eyes and asked.

"what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

"I'll sleep for another two hours. You know I rarely give myself a break. I want to wake up naturally today."

"No, we are very busy in the morning. Get up."

Between sleeping until he wakes up naturally and accommodating Mi'er's desire for control, Mr. Cheng took a second to make a decision.

Looking at the man who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, Temir raised the feather in his hand again and began the special wake-up service that no one else in the world had the opportunity to enjoy.

"Okay, okay, I'll get up. Ah, Honey, we're here for vacation, but you got up at seven. Did I misunderstand the word vacation?"

The black-haired rich woman was too lazy to answer such a stupid question. Seeing Cheng Daiqi woke up, she stood up and walked out the door.

"Get ready first and then have breakfast. After breakfast, you can try on clothes and get your measurements taken. Paris is the capital of fashion. Get your summer clothes ready this morning, and then..."

Cheng Daiqi looked a little dazed as if he had just woken up, and he spoke while rubbing his face.

"It's too troublesome, Mi'er, can you not make it so troublesome?"

The black-haired rich woman turned around, looked at this 'lazy guy', and answered in a bad tone.

"Not really. You're on vacation with me this time, so you have to listen to me!"

"Okay, listen to you!"

What could Cheng Daiqi say? He had to agree to Mi'er's arrangement.

"Okay, I'm going to go put on my makeup and hairstyle first, I'll come back later."

Mi'er left, Cheng Daiqi looked at the servant and asked.

"Is there a service that can help me wash and dress even if I don't have to get up, and also provide breakfast?"

"as you wish."

It’s not that Mr. Cheng is lazy, it’s that he is too tired.

In the stories of success, those successful and famous people seem to have one thing in common: they are full of energy.

But Mr. Cheng is successful now. Based on his experience, big shots are not energetic, but have to be swept and pushed forward.

Like now, Cheng Daiqi seemed to have had a night's rest, but he had only slept for less than six hours, so how could he completely relieve his fatigue?

Opening his mobile phone, President Cheng found the daily briefings sent by his secretaries.

Through the reports written to him personally by people from Shanhaiguan, MAS, LEC, Gru, Lao Li, Eris and others, Cheng always had a simple understanding of how his business was running yesterday.

The palace-style service at the Cezanne Hotel was not authentic at all. At least the court of the usurious empire of France could not afford to hire a 36D maid. However, Cheng Daiqi had no time to appreciate these. He didn't even have time to taste the flavor of the fresh milk fruit salad.

"I know you're angry, but don't be angry now. This crash was instigated by me. Gru, let me think about your share. You probably cashed out tens of millions of dollars, but it doesn't matter."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter? You said I had a share of tens of millions of dollars, but I haven't seen a penny now. Explain it to me clearly!" Gru asked angrily, holding back his anger.

"You still owe me a lot of money, right? This time we're even, that's all."

Cheng Daiqi rinsed his mouth and sat down beside the bed. The maid knelt down and put on his slippers.

"Okay, okay, it's good that we're cleared. What about the debt of Xizhou Logistics? Chan, you and Temir ran away and left the mess of Xizhou Logistics to me. Can I decide what to do next?"

This is not the first time that Sheriff Gru has learned that Cheng Daiqi is a good-for-nothing. He has admitted it!

He personally is not short of money, so let BEC coin collapse. He believes that Cheng Daiqi values ​​the value of these industries more than he does.

But now that you two dogs have run away, do I have the final say on what Xizhou should do next?

"Xizhou Logistics is a subsidiary of Xinshi. If there are any problems in the future, you should report to Lisa first. Gru, this is not a mess. You don't get your $10 million salary for nothing. Don't bring your self-centered and stupid attitude into work, OK?"

"Lisa? I report to that chick?"

European and American men are like this, they look down on women.

Cheng Daqi smiled and didn't pay much attention to Gru's attitude. "Sorry, if you are talking about Ms. Lisa, the general manager of Xinshi Group, then your understanding is correct and very smart."

Are you fooling the children?
"Okay, I'll report to her. She's so capable that she can be appointed as the general manager. She will definitely be able to solve Xizhou's debts!"

After the phone call, Cheng Daiqi shook his head.

Gru, Gru, your barbaric and unruly character really needs to be polished.
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"It's only March now, are we already starting to make summer clothes?"

Cheng Daiqi stretched out his arms, and the tailor in charge of measuring his body took a tape measure and measured him carefully.

Mi'er had her hair wrapped in plastic wrap and was sitting far away with a smile on her face. She was getting her hair done while watching Cheng being teased.

When she heard Cheng Daiqi's bumpkin question, she rolled her eyes.

"What else? I'll just take up an hour of your time, and it doesn't cost you anything. Can you stop nagging?"

"Excuse me, with my current status, how can I dress in a fancy way? Do you think it's appropriate for me to wear a skirt and speak on the stage?"

Among the big names who have made it big in the world, such as Rocket Ma, Jack Ma, Gatessoft, and Fitba, every one of them wears formal attire to attend any occasion.

"Even formal wear has many varieties, Chan, you need to pursue a little quality of life now. Custom-made clothes are more comfortable and decent. How can it be troublesome to solve the problem of dressing for a whole summer in just one hour?"

"I thought I could buy a style I like and make 10 sets to wear alternately, which would only take 10 minutes to solve the problem - there are only a few styles of formal wear in summer anyway."

The tailor who was taking measurements for Cheng Daqi couldn't help but replied with a smile.

"Sir, for a big shot like you, other people will be watching you, and it's not appropriate to dress like that."

Cheng Daiqi glanced at him disdainfully and complained.

"Even if I wear a skirt, they will think it's appropriate. Only people without money care about what they wear."

This statement is a bit outrageous and hurtful. Mr. Cheng was reluctant to vent his morning grumpiness on Mi'er, but now he has finally let it out.

For a moment, there was silence in the room. Mi'er's stylist was enjoying the show and seemed to be obsessed with the styling, but in fact he was thinking it was very interesting.

"Sir, you have a great figure. If you wore prettier clothes, those girls would appreciate you more. This kind of external charm is still very good for you, isn't it?"

The tailor was pushed into the professional field and started to think seriously, but he didn't dare to confront the unreasonable customer directly, so he could only improve the value of his own service indirectly.

"Mi'er, should I continue?"

Cheng Daiqi really hated the trouble, he looked at Mier expectantly.

"continue!"

Mi'er glanced at the tailor coldly, which made the tailor tremble with fear and he almost thought he was going to lose his job.

"Hahaha, then you are quite generous, Mi'er."

The body measurement process didn't take long. After it was over, Cheng Daiqi tried on clothes accompanied by Mi'er.

"The fabric chosen for this shirt is dark green. Our design concept incorporates the values ​​that medieval nobles valued."

The black-haired rich woman found more than a dozen high-end studios and brands for President Cheng. The designers, along with their staff and clothes, came in one by one to introduce themselves to President Cheng as if they were interviewing.

If you think any one of them is good, just try it, and don’t worry about the subsequent customization into a big product, they will take care of it.

Cheng had never experienced this kind of life, and most people in the world had never experienced it, so he took a short video and posted it on his short video account.

The caption reads, "First time experiencing this, how can I act like Lao Qian?"
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"You're a bit of a bumpkin, Chan."

The first stop in Paris was the Pantheon, which was decided by Cheng Daiqi. After all, since we were already here, we might as well go and see the sages of mankind.

"what?"

Cheng Daiqi exclaimed with an innocent look on his face.

"Mi'er, you don't really think I'm a bumpkin, do you?"

"A little bit. The stylist laughed and it annoyed me."

The girl Temir is somewhat noble, and she was really angry at Cheng Daiqi's performance this morning.

"The most unfashionable people in the world are not those who have different fashion and aesthetics, but those who stick to some stupid ideas and don't know how to adapt. What do you think fashion is?"

"It's just business, and it's a business that involves the right to speak. How to define fashion, what is high-end and what is low-end are all controlled by those who have the right to speak."

"Real fashion is not the fashion in small houses, nor is it the high-end and rare fashion that some people think they are. Oh, it's the brainwashing of capitalism, Mi'er, you are very sober in other aspects, but why do you become sober when it comes to consumption..."

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

The rich black-haired woman felt that she wasn't that eager to achieve great things.

“You see, there are many powerful figures buried in the Pantheon. There have been so many influential people in French history. They have shaped French civilization and made France great.

Later, that is, now, France has become a mess, and the fashion industry has even become one of its few industries. But hundreds of years ago, the center of fashion was in Vienna. This is the migration of discourse power.

What really determines what is fashionable is not one person or even a group of people, but the people lying here."

The French tour guide understood English, and she looked at Cheng Daiqi with surprise, as if she was looking at a rare animal.

The black-haired rich woman seemed to be thinking about something. She understood what Cheng Daiqi meant, but because she was stubborn, she still asked.

"Which of these people in the Pantheon do you think is the most admirable?"

Cheng Daiqi pondered.

"The people who built this Pantheon deserve the most admiration. They took the dead to a new level. They are amazing."

This answer made even the tourists around them look sideways.

Mi'er rubbed her forehead helplessly. She finally understood why she liked Mr. Cheng.

This dog man is truly extraordinary.

"Sir, the man who actually built the Pantheon was Louis XV, the king who said, 'I don't care what happens when I die.'

Louis XV lived a life of extravagance and wastefulness, and no one liked him. "

The guide's introduction was more or less aggressive, but very subtle. She didn't like this American who started off by commenting on France.

Yes, we in France are not doing so well, but we are an old region. Do you deserve it?

“No, I just happened to know this part. The Pantheon might have been built by the king in the beginning, but it was the National Assembly during the reign of the French GM that changed its function from a religious place to a place of worship.

Napoleon's empire was not created by himself, but by the first people in the world to have a national identity. The national identity of France originated from this."

There is no comparison between Cheng Daiqi and the female tour guide. He has a great perspective on and solves problems.

After all, his opponent won't give him any loopholes.

Without some strength, Mr. Cheng wouldn’t be where he is today.

"Chan, don't play tricks on me. Just tell me which of the people lying in the tomb you admire the most."

Mi'er has recovered from her shock, but she is still the type who wants to get to the bottom of things. The girl is very curious. With Cheng Daqi's personality, who will he recommend?
The Pantheon in France is the burial place of many world-renowned thinkers, writers, and politicians, many of whom even changed the destiny of mankind.

Temir’s question is difficult to answer.

"Rousseau!"

"'On the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men' has completely engraved his name in the most shining position in human history. He was the first person to transform the contradictions and oppositions into abstract concrete concepts. Do you remember what we talked about with Lisa a few days ago? Rousseau deeply influenced many thinkers, and those thinkers influenced me."

"Fashion, ha, I don't care about this kind of thing at all, Mi'er, in my eyes, that's not romance."

“The real romance is to change the times and shape the times like these people do.”

"People who can resist their own destiny are already very, very powerful. Rousseau did it. He went from being a person born in the common people to the peak of the wave of that era."

"But Rousseau's achievement is far more than a successful rebellion against his own fate. If that were all, he would not have been sent to the Pantheon."

"Just, forget it."

Cheng Daiqi stopped talking halfway, and Mi'er didn't dwell on it, because she knew that Mr. Cheng was probably going crazy again.

She didn't understand the world of idealists. After meeting Mr. Cheng, she tried to understand it a little, but only for a moment.

She is a person who lives in reality and her romance is simple.

“It’s just that what Rousseau changed and influenced might also be wrong. The most tragic thing about this is that there is no standard answer.

No matter how perfect a system is, when it reaches its optimal limit, it will inevitably collapse.

Utopia is drawn by politicians and will never really appear. Thinkers are generally pessimistic, but a few have found a happy and worthwhile path to strive for in a tragic world. "

Cheng Daiqi hesitated again, thinking that what he said was inappropriate.

Mier nodded, indicating that he should finish.

“But that is just a form of self-consolation. When deconstruction reaches a certain limit that can be deconstructed, nihilism becomes the only answer.”

The rich black-haired woman shrugged and asked.

"What to eat for lunch?"

"casual."

"Can you name a dish?"

"I want to eat fish."

Temir replied mischievously.

"Fish is nothing, change it."

Cheng Daiqi smiled awkwardly. He shouldn't pretend to be so cool.

Well, now I don’t even have anything to eat.

"It seems that fish still have meaning, don't they?"

Temir continued to question, and Cheng Daiqi could only nod.

"Look, you always think a lot and deeply, but it's useless. Just now you were discussing who built this place, but I don't care."

"The French name of the Panthéon is Panthéon, which is Greek, ha, Greek."

"Chan, human history is too simple. Instead of worrying about your ideals, you should focus on your career. At that time, everything will be easy."

　Alas, the beginning and the end echo each other. I feel that this writing method is not right, but it is a bit constrained by inertia, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)