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After boarding, Chen Mo took a seat in business class, by the window.

My seatmate was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a baseball cap and trendy clothes.

He's handsome, outgoing, and talkative.

As soon as he sat down, he started fiddling with his phone, looking around and wanting to chat with everyone.

Chen Mo responded politely for a few moments and then put on his headphones.

After the plane took off and flew smoothly, the young man took out a lapel clip-on camera and clipped it to his collar, then took out his phone and started recording video.

He lowered his voice, but the business class was quiet, and he could be heard from both the front and back.

"Family, the plane's leveled off. I'm going to Thailand to film some really exciting stuff for you guys. See those two foreign girls over there? Just wait, watch how I seduce them and give you all a treat..."

The two girls in the back row, one with long hair and the other with short hair, were both quite pretty and dressed fashionably.

The short-haired girl sneered at the anchor's words and whispered to the long-haired girl, deliberately raising her voice:

"Listen to this, men these days are hopeless. All they talk about is picking up girls, that's all they have in their heads. They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror. With that kind of attitude, do you think foreign girls would even look at you? They'd find you disgusting."

The anchor blushed and glanced back:

"Hey beautiful, I'm just talking, what's it to you?"

The short-haired girl scoffed:

"It doesn't bother me, I just can't stand it. This is the level of men in China—poor, pathetic, and narcissistic. If they can't get a girl, they accuse her of being materialistic; if they can't win her over, they say she's too picky. Don't they have any self-awareness?"

The anchor's face turned ashen: "Who are you calling poor and pathetic?"

The short-haired girl rolled her eyes, and said it even louder:

"I'm talking to you, what's wrong? Look at yourself, dressed like a street hustler, all you talk about is picking up girls, how low is that?"

Do you think you're incredibly handsome and charming? Let me tell you, foreign girls look at you like you're a monkey, you know?

The anchor stood up angrily: "Watch your mouth!"

The short-haired girl also stood up, crossed her arms, and looked him up and down, her eyes like she was looking at trash.

"How am I being rude? What I said isn't true? Isn't that how men in China are? They chase girls with their mouths and flirt with their bragging, but when it comes to actually showing something, they have nothing."

You think you're so great just because you flew business class? You're just putting on a show, aren't you? You probably bought it with your credit card, weren't you?"

The long-haired girl next to her laughed out loud.

The anchor's face turned as red as a pig's liver, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.

The short-haired girl got more and more excited as she spoke, pointing at the two foreigners in the front row.

One had blond hair, the other brown hair; both were dressed in casual suits and looked quite presentable.

"See? My boyfriend, he's British, a senior executive in the City of London."

That's what a real man is like—a gentleman, well-mannered, and romantic.

He ordered flowers for my birthday and had them delivered to my office; he ordered takeout for me when I worked overtime; and he immediately bought me milk tea when I casually mentioned wanting some.

She got more and more excited as she spoke, her voice rising higher and higher, so that the entire business class could hear her:

"My ex-boyfriend is from China. He's always busy with work and can't even remember my birthday."

I said I wanted to go out and have fun, but he said he didn't have time. I said I wanted to eat something, but he said I should order takeout myself.

"Dating like a life of widowhood, what's the point of keeping a guy like that around?"

Her gaze swept over the streamer, then over Chen Mo, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Men in your country have no money, no time, no romance, all they know is to say 'I'll be good to you.' Be good to you in what way? What will they offer? Words?"

You're not even half as good as a foreign man. They've known from a young age how to respect women and how to take care of others. What about you? A bunch of overgrown babies.

The news anchor was trembling with anger, pointing at her and shouting, "You—you—"

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

The short-haired girl interrupted him.

"You're not convinced? If you're not convinced, then find a foreign girlfriend yourself. Didn't you want to date foreign girls? Go ahead and see if they even pay attention to you. You're such a poor loser."

The streamer clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, but since the other person was a woman, he couldn't make a move. He could only hold back and sit down without saying a word.

The short-haired girl sat back down smugly and said to the long-haired girl, "People like that deserve to be scolded."

She glanced at Chen Mo's retreating figure again and whispered to her best friend:

"That guy by the window is quite handsome, but it's a pity he's mute. He doesn't dare to say a word when his own compatriots are being insulted like that. He's good-looking but useless."

The long-haired girl smiled and nodded.

Chen Mo took off his headphones.

He turned to the blond foreigner, a smile on his face, and spoke in English, his tone relaxed as if chatting with an old friend: "Hey bro, I just heard from your girlfriend that you work in finance? A senior executive in the financial district?"

The blond foreigner was taken aback, clearly not expecting someone to speak to him in English, and so fluently at that.

He glanced at the short-haired girl, who was looking at him expectantly. He nodded: "Yes, Financial City."

Chen Mo smiled, leaned forward, and looked very interested:

"What a coincidence, I also work in finance. Which company do you work for?"

The blond foreigner's eyes flickered: "A private equity firm, a small company, you've never heard of it."

"Private equity is great, it offers a high degree of freedom."

Chen Mo nodded. "Which market do you mainly focus on? US stocks or European stocks?"

"Do them all."

"Do all of them? That covers a wide range of areas."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, speaking casually, "That's perfect. I've been researching US stocks lately and have a few questions I'd like to ask."

What's your view on the Fed's next interest rate path? The market widely expects rate cuts in the second half of the year; how many do you think?

The blond foreigner opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything.

Chen Mo seemed oblivious and continued:

"Also, the market reacted quite strongly after the recent non-farm payroll data was released. What's your view on the resilience of the US job market? Will it affect the Fed's decision-making pace?"

The blond foreigner's face began to turn red, and he stammered, "Well... it depends on the data."

"Of course we need to look at the data."

Chen Mo smiled and nodded. "So which data do you think is most crucial? CPI? PCE? Or the unemployment rate?"

The blond foreigner stammered and spoke haltingly, even mispronouncing some simple words.

Chen Mo, still smiling, changed the subject:

"By the way, what valuation model do you private equity firms usually use? DCF? Or do you prefer comparable company analysis?"

Both foreigners fell silent, and the blond foreigner's forehead began to sweat.

Chen Mo's tone remained relaxed, as if he were discussing the weather:

"Let's talk about some basics. What was the highest point of the S&P 500 this year?"

The blond foreigner avoided eye contact.

What was the closing price of the Nasdaq yesterday?

silence.

When was the last time the Federal Reserve raised interest rates?

Still, silence.

How many stocks are in the Dow Jones Industrial Average?

The blond foreigner's face turned bright red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, the smile on his face slowly fading.

He turned to look at the short-haired girl, then at the news anchor, and then at the passengers around him who were listening intently. He spoke in Chinese, his voice not loud, but everyone in business class could hear him clearly:

"I just asked him in English, using the most basic financial questions: the timing of the Fed's interest rate hikes, the S&P 500's peak, and the Nasdaq's closing price. Anyone in finance should know these things. He couldn't answer a single one."

The short-haired girl's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Chen Mo ignored her and continued looking at the blond foreigner, saying in Chinese, "You're not in finance. You didn't even get into university in England, did you? You can't even speak English fluently, what can you do in China? Teach English? Can you even teach it properly?"

The blond foreigner's face flushed red and then turned pale, and he cursed in English.

Chen Mo looked at him, his voice not loud, but each word pierced like a nail:

"Let me guess, you don't have a job. She rents the place you live, she buys the food you eat, and she even paid for your plane ticket to Thailand. Your job every day is to keep her happy, because she's your meal ticket."

The short-haired girl suddenly stood up: "You're talking nonsense! He's a financial executive! He's just..."

"He doesn't even know what the Nasdaq closed at yesterday."

Chen Mo turned to look at her, his tone calm.

"Tell me, which financial executive doesn't even know this?"

The short-haired girl's lips trembled: "He...he might be nervous."

"nervous?"

Chen Mo smiled.

"I asked him what valuation model he used, and he couldn't tell me. I asked him which indicators he looked at, and he couldn't tell me either. I asked him when the Federal Reserve raised interest rates, and he couldn't tell me either."

A senior financial executive doesn't even know these things?

"He sweeps the floors in the financial district?"

The short-haired girl's face turned red:

"What gives you the right to say that about him! He's British!"

He received a better education than you all from a young age! You men in China are just jealous!

Chen Mo looked at her, his gaze frighteningly calm.

"British?"

He said, "British trash is trash too. He couldn't make it in his own country, so he came to China. He can't even speak English fluently, he can't do anything, he doesn't do anything, he eats your food, drinks your drinks, and lives in your house. You support him, and he orders you takeout and sends you a bouquet of flowers, and you're incredibly touched?"

Tears welled up in the short-haired girl's eyes: "He's so good to me."

Chen Mo interrupted her.

He treats you well because you're his meal ticket. See if he'll still treat you well when you're broke.

Your ex-boyfriend works overtime to earn money for you to spend, but you don't like him.

You think it's romantic that I'm spending your money to order takeout for you.

Are you out of your mind?

The short-haired girl's face was as white as paper, and her lips trembled as she couldn't speak.

Chen Mo continued, his voice growing colder:

"You call men in China poor, losers, narcissistic, and overgrown babies."

Look at the person next to you.

He's poor, yet he spends your money; he's pathetic, lacking even the most basic knowledge; he's narcissistic, thinking he looks respectable just because he wears a suit; he's a giant baby, living off a woman and still thinking he's something special.

Every single thing you say about men in China applies to your boyfriend, and he's even more ruthless.

In China, at least men go to work and earn money; he doesn't even go to work.

He paused for a moment, looking into the short-haired girl's eyes:

"You searched and searched, and found someone even worse than men in China. And now you think you're so superior? Where do you get the nerve?"

And here's some good news: your foreign boyfriend might have more than one girlfriend. There's just too much of you brainless girls out there.

The short-haired girl's face was covered in tears, her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

The blond foreigner suddenly stood up, swore a long string of profanities in English, and reached out to grab Chen Mo's collar.

Chen Mo stood up and looked down at him, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a fly.

"Try touching me."

The blond foreigner's hand froze in mid-air.

Since Chen Mo got the system, his height has increased from 182 to 185 cm, making him half a head taller than him. You can't tell when he's sitting down, but now that he's standing up, his aura is overwhelming.

The blond foreigner took a step back, pulled his brown-haired companion to sit down, and whispered in English, "Ignore him, he's crazy."

The short-haired girl reached out and tugged at his sleeve, but he shook her off.

The short-haired girl stood frozen in place, her hand dangling in mid-air, tears streaming down her face.

Chen Mo glanced at the short-haired girl with a playful expression.

"I suggest you get tested after you get off the plane to see if you have HIV."

The anchor watched the whole thing from the side, his eyes shining like light bulbs, and leaned over to say loudly:

"Dude, you're awesome!"