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Chapter 1438 Ethnic Integration

A person's personality is composed of two parts: innate and acquired.

Some naturally cheerful people may experience a drastic personality change after suffering a major setback.

There is an ancient story about Wu Zixu whose hair turned white overnight.

As a young man, Zhang Yuan thought this was a historical exaggeration; even if his family was destroyed, his hair wouldn't turn white overnight.

But I later heard that during the 08 financial crisis, Liu Qiangdong's hairline turned white overnight because his cash flow almost dried up.

It is evident that people under immense mental stress are indeed prone to premature graying.

Liu Shishi, who cried all night, not only had swollen eyes.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

Liu's mother stepped forward and carefully observed her daughter.

He casually plucked a white hair from her long hair.

"Why are you so pale? Are you too tired from work?"

"We can't work this hard."

"If you don't agree, talk to Zhang Yuan. He's not a shareholder of that company. Tell the boss not to put so much work pressure on you."

As my mother spoke, she flipped through her long hair; thankfully, it was just this one strand.

Liu Qiangdong is from a rural area and suffered from malnutrition since childhood.

Liu Shishi was raised in a wealthy family, has good physical health, and is under less pressure than her partner.

The appearance of a single gray hair has already caused my mother immense distress.

"Waaaaah..."

But the mere mention of Zhang Yuan's name would cause her to burst into tears again, nestled in her mother's arms.

Her eyes, swollen like peaches, could barely hold any tears.

"what happened?"

Who bullied you?

"Waaaaah..." The crying grew even louder.

……

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuan had just returned home and was still lamenting that independent and intelligent girls like Reba were indeed difficult to handle.

But bosses must be tolerant and take things slowly.

I had barely sat down when my phone started ringing.

His mind went blank.

Because the little lion had been calling him frequently these past few days, but he hadn't answered.

And he didn't feel good when the phone wasn't answered.

This has caused him to feel like a student hearing an alarm clock when he hears his phone ring.

Even if you love a song, if you use it as an alarm clock, you'll soon start to hate it, and it will be a physiological aversion.

He squinted at his phone with one eye before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

It's not the junior sister, it's another girl from XJ.

"hello."

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Have you encountered any difficulties?" Zhang Yuan asked with concern.

"No, I took the exam with my friends, and when I said I knew you, they didn't believe me."

"So let me call you."

Zhang Yuan: ...

One is too cautious, the other is too relaxed.

Anyone with a modicum of sense would understand that I'm giving you my contact information only when it's absolutely necessary.

Just like one-time-use items in a game, you'd only be willing to use them when fighting a boss.

How could you just use it like that...?

Zhang Yuan rubbed his temples.

Yeah, I came from that era, so I'm a bit of a hoarder. Even when playing an RPG, I had to save up resources to loot the maps.

They were raised in a wealthy family and are also born in the 90s, so their thinking is more lively.

"Does that prove it?"

"Hehehe, of course..."

A burst of laughter came through the receiver, chattering like magpies in a nest.

Zhang Yuan calculated the dates; it should be the final interview process at Beijing Film Academy.

"How did the exam go?"

"Everything went smoothly. Do you have time? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Then I heard encouraging whispers coming through the receiver.

Zhang Yuan understood that a group of young women wanted to use her to get him to go out with them.

She actually agreed, just like a fool.

However, they might not be that foolish; there's probably a hint of showing off in their minds.

I want to show off in front of my friends and future classmates.

"You're a student, you don't have much money, so it's okay if you treat us."

"Then you'll treat me?" the other person said with a simple smile.

"Hmm...that works too."

"But don't bring outsiders," Zhang Yuan set the rule.

If someone wants to pretend, you just play along.

The sugar figurine business will still need her to maintain its standing in the future.

"Okay."

"I'll send a car to pick you up, just wait here."

"Only I can go."

"Oh, you're so naughty."

"No, please take us with you..."

Hearing the girl's pleading yet proud tone coming from the phone, Zhang Yuan put down his phone and gently shook his head.

"Brother Long, go to this address to pick up Miss Nazha... the Xinjiang girl from Hengdian."

The other person went to get the key, and he added another sentence.

"Drive the best car in the garage."

If you're going to give me face, then give it to me completely.

She's only 18 or 9, and she's love-struck and cares a lot about saving face.

Girls like this crave to be fawned over and chased around all the time; only then do they feel like they're getting any attention.

Girls who are this good-looking often say they don't have many suitors.

Aside from the fact that being too good-looking might deter ordinary people and make them feel inferior,

The statistical methods used by these pretty girls are similar to those used to calculate per capita meat consumption in China.

In China, apart from buying meat at the market to cook at home, nothing else counts as meat consumption.

These women are the same; if someone they like pursues them, then that's what pursuing someone really means.

Those that are disliked are not counted.

It would be like if someone asked Zhang Yuan, "How many girlfriends have you had?"

He'll definitely only give a single-digit number, because most people aren't even considered by him.

I'm resting at home, reading.

About an hour later, Brother Long led a beautiful woman with an exotic flair into the large courtyard.

The weather was getting warmer, so he sat in the courtyard reading a book. When he saw Nazha, he smiled and got up to greet him.

"You're here, dinner'll be ready in a bit."

The girl smiled, her eyebrows arched, and stepped forward, carrying a small bag in both hands.

His movements and expressions made him momentarily disoriented.

She looks a bit like Liu Shishi from a few years ago.

"What kind of restaurant is this? I didn't see a sign?" Naza asked softly.

"This is my home," Zhang Yuan replied somewhat helplessly.

"Oh, so this is your house." The girl exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth.

"Let me show you around." Zhang Yuan went through the motions, also so that she would have something to brag about to her classmates when she got back.

"Thank you for picking me up," she said in a very sweet tone as she walked away.

Zhang Yuan found her soft tone pleasant, but the moment she uttered her next sentence, he felt uncomfortable.

"Your Passat is huge."

"I can stretch my legs." She lifted her slender, fair legs.

"What Passat..." Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening.

What's with the "pa"?

At the end of last year, the company needed to buy a car to offset taxes. Since we already had too many MPVs, we decided to buy a sedan.

Some suggested buying an Audi A8, BMW 7 Series, or BMW S-Class, but Zhang Yuan thought they would be too conspicuous in China.

I'm supposed to be playing Mr. Qian, so I need to know how to keep a low profile.

So he bought a Phaeton, the top-of-the-line W12.

After picking up the car, Brother Long drove it to Brother Qian's horse farm and gave him a good time.

This thing is really powerful on the highway; the fuel gauge needle even jerks when you step on the gas.

This car was created by Ferdinand Porsche, the grandson of Volkswagen founder, to help Volkswagen break into the high-end market and compete with the S-Class and 7 Series, regardless of cost.

The design, production, and manufacturing of the transparent factory alone cost more than 50 billion euros before the company went public.

It comes from the same production line as Bentley, and even its interior assembly is more meticulous than Bentley's.

The A8 shares the same platform, but it's not as luxurious.

It has only one drawback: it looks like a Passat. There's a saying these days: "Not afraid of Mercedes or Land Rover, just afraid of Volkswagens with letters on them."

Zhang Yuan was drawn to the car's understated nature, even though it cost over 300 yuan.

And unlike the A8, I can't ride in the same car as my boss.

I told you to drive your most expensive car to support this girl... and it really is the most expensive car in the garage right now.

Yes, you can stretch your legs out; the back seats of this car even allow you to spread your legs wide.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the other person's legs, wondering if his bed was big enough for her to stretch out.

She was a little over 1.7 meters tall, tall and thin, but not the kind of skinny that comes from deliberately dieting; she was naturally slender like a young girl.

He was too lazy to explain that it wasn't a Passat; whatever.

Wow, this yard is huge.

Wow, the swimming pool is huge.

"This piano is huge."

She barely took a few steps before exclaiming in amazement at everything she saw.

Although the adjectives are limited, the emotional value is abundant, and it comes from the heart.

It seems he likes big ones... Zhang Yuan tightened his belt.

After walking around, we arrived at the restaurant. As soon as we sat down, Naza crossed one leg and started rubbing it.

My feet are sore from walking in high heels.

Zhang Yuan joked, "How about I find someone to rub it for you?"

"No," the other person replied with a smile.

"Do you not want it, or do you really not want it?" he pressed.

We need to ask clearly, since the same words can have different meanings, and different places have different customs.

For example, if someone in China says you have no humanity, they are probably criticizing your character.

In North America, if someone says you're inhuman, they're probably criticizing the food.

"Hehehe, no way!" She laughed so hard she almost fell over, then stretched out her leg.

See, it's a good thing I asked.

I put it on my lap and played with it, no, I rubbed it.

After massaging him for a while, the girl even offered to switch legs with him.

Firm, strong, with fine pores, Zhang Yuan would give it a 9 out of 10.

She scored one point less because she was wearing pants instead of a skirt.

Wow, so many dishes!

When the food was served, she covered her mouth in surprise.

“This place is for entertaining distinguished guests, and you are one of them.”

"Hehehe, I am quite expensive," she replied without any politeness.

Before Zhang Yuan asked her if she wanted to drink alcohol, she had already offered to drink red wine.

Little girls seem to love drinking red wine, probably because red wine is portrayed as a high-class beverage in movies and TV shows.

Especially Hong Kong films and Hollywood movies.

After a few drinks, this person's cheeks turned red.

Everyone says that people from XJ have a high alcohol tolerance, but it takes practice. This guy clearly hadn't drunk much before.

During a casual chat, this person suddenly said something out of nowhere.

"You know what? My dad doesn't let me date. He's afraid I'll get scammed." She held her wine glass with one hand and propped her head up with the other, tilting her head to look at her.

“Your father is right, you should be careful when dating.” Zhang Yuan did not refute this.

Just like how it's not considered prostitution if you don't pay, it's not considered a relationship if you don't acknowledge it.

"You're just like my dad," she complained, pouting. "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"It depends on what you consider to be in a relationship." Zhang Yuan dodged the question, handling this person's intelligence with ease.

"Holding hands, kissing, shopping, and then... hehehe." She chuckled to herself at the end.

"I want to swim!" she suddenly exclaimed.

He then got up on his own and started taking off his clothes as he walked.

"No, no, please. If you want to go swimming, I'll take you." He quickly helped her up.

"Take the wine, I want to drink more."

Why bother swimming then? Everyone's afraid she'll fall into the water and drown.

They helped him directly to rest.

He's already like this after drinking just over a bottle of red wine.

Zhang Yuan helped her to the bedroom and onto the bed. He thought to himself, "I've been having some trouble in my love life lately, and recruiting people hasn't been going so smoothly either. It would be good to have a girl like this to cheer me up."

However, taking advantage of someone's drunkenness doesn't seem to be my style.

As he was thinking this, the other person took the initiative to stretch out her white, lotus-like arms and wrap them around his neck.

"How about we start dating?"

Zhang Yuan: ...

"You're handsome and rich."

"Everyone knows I know you, and they're all so envious."

"There are houses this big."

"He would also massage my legs and coax me, hehehe."

Do you have a girlfriend?

Zhang Yuan thought for a moment and replied, "I don't have a girlfriend like you."

The emphasis should be on rigor, since everyone is different.

"Then can I be your girlfriend? Please?"

Zhang Yuan is a serious, reserved, and shy person, and he felt he couldn't refuse such a kind offer.

I didn't want to, but I didn't want to offend them.

In order to promote friendly communication among different ethnic groups and to express my love for my fellow ethnic minorities, I have decided to make a sacrifice.

Remove your armor!

I lifted your veil.

Let me see your... eyes.

Your eyes are round and bright, like the big moon in the sky.

I lifted your veil.

Let me see your...face.

Your face is so round and pink, just like a peach on a tree.

Your lips are red and small.

Like the fresh cherries of May.

……

After a long period of national unity, Zhang Yuan put down his long white legs.

He felt that Zuo Zongtang's memorial tablet must be enshrined in his home.

He finally got to eat the famous General Tso's Chicken today.

She possesses both the exotic features of Europeans and the slender figure and delicate skin of Chinese women.

No wonder the Tang Dynasty favored people from non-Han ethnic groups; Empress Zhangsun, the wife of Emperor Erfeng, was a descendant of the Xianbei people.

This thing is great.

The good thing is that the integration of different ethnic groups can achieve genetic diversity.

I am working hard for the human gene bank, and I am always moved by the effort.

He was taking a break to let the other person rehydrate so that they could continue their discussion of ethnic minority cultures throughout the night.

Just then, his assistant knocked on his bedroom door.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, my phone is ringing."

"Who?"

"Hmm...come out and see for yourself."

Hearing her say that, he wrapped a large bath towel around himself and got up.

I opened the door a crack and took the phone that had been left in the restaurant.

Upon checking the caller ID, it was Liu Shishi's mother...

No wonder they told me to look at it myself.

The call just went down, and when I looked, I saw six or seven missed calls.

Why didn't you give it to me sooner?

The assistant said helplessly, "I've been listening at the door for ages, I can't wait for you... my lady here to finish her activities."

Zhang Yuan: ...