Generation Z Artists

Chapter 79 He turned and left, never looking back [Big]

The surprise came too suddenly, but there was more than one surprise.

The reason why Fang Xinghe suddenly opened the Starlight Panel was because of a system pop-up prompt -

The Star Glory value inexplicably increased by 1 point.

Comparing it with Huang Jinghe's situation, he quickly realized that, oh, it turned out that a purple card, plus eleven red cards, together with great shock and admiration, refined a little star value on the spot.

Huh?
Doesn't that mean... once the show airs, it is very likely to generate a number of faithful fans again and get more Star Points? !

Fang Xinghe's heart began to beat violently.

This guy is pretending to be so valuable!
There was chaos on and off the stage. He collected his thoughts, glanced at Chen Danqing who was still in shock, and decided to hold back.

If they are really fooled, that would be bad. The most important thing now is to ensure that the program can be broadcast smoothly.

"Wow……"

Yang Xin walked from behind the round table to the sofa, amazed.

"What kind of Kung Fu is this?! Xinghe, you are incredible!"

Wang Meng couldn't sit still either, so he walked over, pressed the back of the sofa, and rocked it back and forth, with a look of shock on his face.

"Wow! The wooden board underneath is shattered. Look, the backrest can now swing back and forth. Xiao Fang, are you actually a Kung Fu master?"

“I can’t even say I’m an expert.”

Fang Xinghe smiled modestly and explained simply: "It's actually the common Tai Chi shaking force, also known as the shivering force. I just wanted to demonstrate it, but I didn't expect the sofa in our station to be a little lighter... Charlie, remember to compensate the station later."

In the non-filming area on the side, Charlie nodded, and the deputy director was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling and kept waving his hands - pay for the chicken feathers? There are plenty of them on the sofa table, you can do whatever you want, and it would be better if you can do a few more!

There was a spare sofa in the station, so the staff quickly brought in a new one and carefully moved the broken sofa to the deputy director's office.

Tsk tsk, this Uncle Ye is really cunning...

After reseating themselves, the audience began to raise their hands frantically, wanting to ask questions.

But now he needed to control the situation, so Yang Xin did not delegate the right to ask questions, but interviewed him personally.

"Xinghe, we only knew that you practiced martial arts before, but I believe that no one could have imagined that you could practice so well and become so strong. Can you be considered a martial arts master now?"

Wang Meng then asked: "Come on, tell us about it, I'm curious."

The two of them sang in unison, which not only continued the show's highlights, but also meant to buy time for Chen Danqing and Jiao Guobiao. The expressions of those two guys were as if they had lost their parents, which was really ugly.

If they were allowed to continue to confront each other, it would easily lead to uncontrollable consequences.

Fang Xinghe glanced at the opposite side calmly, his mind racing, and decided to focus on himself and give them time to relax.

How can it be more fun to chase them all the way than to suddenly poke their lungs?
"The concept of martial arts master has long been lost in the long river of history, because first of all there must be a martial arts world, where does that thing come from now?"

Fang Xinghe refused to be labeled as a martial artist, as that would be a downgrade for a Taoist master.

Then comes the formal explanation.

“Simply speaking from a technical point of view, I have practiced Wudang Tai Chi, Chen Tai Chi, Wudang Longhua Boxing, Mengcun New Frame Baji, and Liuhe Spear to a certain level.

But no matter what kind of Kung Fu you practice, whether it is strong or not ultimately depends on the most important thing - physical fitness.

I still have a lot of room for improvement in this area, and it will take a long time.”

His attitude was sincere and his words were objective. Regardless of whether others understood or not, Fang Xinghe did not exaggerate or slander.

Teacher Wang got the point immediately.

"Oh! Does that mean you'll be stronger when you grow up?"

Yang Xin was shocked: "Now he can use his inner strength to break the sofa, so he will be invincible in the future, right?"

The audience nodded one after another, agreeing extremely.

The expert Xiao Fang almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

The move just now was somewhat of a trick, rather than the result of internal strength.

Now, he has two choices, one is to confess, the other is to play secretive.

Considering that there are many martial artists these days, and considering the principle that image building will overflow when it is full, he responded with a sincere face.

“It’s not that exaggerated, Sister Yang.

First of all, it is a lightweight fabric sofa that is easy to move. In order to improve the comfort, the seat sinks and the shoulders protrude forward, and there are support points for force. As long as the brute force is strong enough, anyone can slowly push open the fragile connection.

Secondly, in terms of movements, I use my hips and shoulders to carry the weight, with my body acting like a lever, not exerting force out of thin air.

A warrior like me who has very good coordination and knows how to use force correctly can burst out most of the kinetic energy of strength and agility in an instant. It is not surprising that I can use short and strong force to crack a fragile wooden board.

I am just a student, still on the road of seeking, I have my wishes and my shortcomings, and I know it in my heart. "

He was humble, but it seemed that he was not humble enough.

Chen Danqing thought: Why don’t you explain the words “invincible in the world”?
But the audience didn't hear it and applauded him loudly.

Yang Xin is also a good host. With a look on his face saying “I don’t believe it”, he continued digging.

"It's impossible that there is no threshold at all, right? If it's really as simple as you said, wouldn't it be possible to do it after just two years of martial arts training?"

"Of course not." Fang Xinghe laughed dumbly, "The degree of standing meditation alone determines whether a person can exert full force in a sitting position. There are also some other invisible conditions, but I won't mention them. I don't have accurate data."

In fact, even if one’s kung fu skills are high enough, it is difficult to achieve such explosive effects due to age-related physical decline or poor natural coordination.

Taking the people on Mount Wudang as an example, Master Zhong, Senior Brother Yuan, and Wang Charlie are definitely not capable of it, but Senior Brother Chen should be able to do it.

Considering Fang Xinghe's size and weight, he possesses a strength of 79 points, which is quite abnormal. He is not an ordinary teenager who can be scammed by anyone.

But he himself never boasted about it.

Waiting for Yang Xin to blow.

Uh, Yang Xin is really bragging.

"No matter how modest you are, I trust my own eyes more. You will be super awesome in the future!"

"It's not that great."

Fang Xinghe deliberately revealed a mysterious smile, leaving a hint for the distant future.

"My best skill is the big gun, but in modern society, this kind of thing is really just for fun."

As soon as these words were spoken, many viewers immediately showed a look of leisurely fascination on their faces.

I don't know where they were thinking...

Think! Just imagine!

The more they look forward to the future of the other party's galaxy, the less likely they are to be relegated.

Then, Lin Jingyu, who was restless and couldn't sit still, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Fang... Young Master Fang, are you a true disciple of Wudang Mountain? Wow! Does that mean you also know the secret inner strength and lightness skills? Your previous Jeanswest commercial was really awesome... so amazing! No wonder you are so good at fighting... What are the requirements to become a disciple of Wudang Mountain?"

This guy is fine if he doesn't speak, but once he speaks, he's a real problem baby.

Fang Xinghe turned his head and glanced at him. Wow, his body was glowing blue. He went from hating Fang to being a die-hard fan in just a short while? !
Hey, did I underestimate the appeal of martial arts to today's teenagers?

It seems that this game is completely stable.

Brother Fang was in a good mood, his smile softened, and he began to advertise Wudang Mountain.

"Wudang Mountain is one of the origins of Taoism. The various sects on the mountain are mainly for pure cultivation. Practicing martial arts is just a daily pastime to strengthen the body, not for fighting.

I learned martial arts from Taoist Master Zhong Yunlong of the Sanfeng School. I only practiced martial arts and was not a Taoist. So I only learned the true skills from the martial arts school.

Master Zhong is a generous person. Over the years, he has been able to uphold tradition while not hoarding it for himself. He has spread Wudang martial arts throughout the world and even abroad.

I also benefited from the Sanfeng School's magnanimity in passing on its skills to the world and learned some valuable skills.

If you are really curious, you can attend a short-term training course during the winter and summer vacations to learn Taoist concepts and practice basic skills to strengthen your body. The tuition is not expensive, but the number of places is limited. "

After Fang Xinghe finished speaking, he saw Wang Charlie holding his head with both hands, grabbing his face tightly, his eyes full of fear.

No, when you advertise like this, I can imagine a scene where the mountains are full of naughty kids, and the mountains are packed to the brim!

Can we still go up the mountain during the Chinese New Year this year?!

It’s tough, really, but Master Zhong can take care of the troubles of happiness. We two brothers can spend the New Year together anywhere…

Yang Xin found that Fang Xinghe did not respond to the most important question, so he asked again: "Xinghe, you haven't answered the most important question yet, do you have internal strength and lightness skills?"

"Where is that thing?"

Fang Xinghe immediately waved his hand and decisively distanced himself from the matter: "Anyway, I haven't heard of it. You guys, don't speculate. Believe in science."

"Xu~~~"

Everyone immediately let out a meaningful boo.

You’re shooting a fucking Levi’s commercial, it’s almost flying into the sky, and you’re still talking about science with us!
We don't believe it!

There is no concept of parkour at all now, so it is conceivable that after today's program is broadcast, people all over the country will assume that urban parkour originated from traditional Qinggong.

This is really out of line, not doing any extreme sports.

I don’t know whether those extreme players will go to Wudang or Shaolin in a few years...

This is the guidance skill of the leader of the navy who is well versed in human nature. He directly explains that Qinggong is not what you imagined. The audience is disappointed but still skeptical.

Just don't explain, leave enough room for imagination, and let them fill in the blanks on their own.

The more bizarre the imagination is, the more star points you contribute to Fang Xinghe, but I didn't deceive the audience, I am a decent person~~~
After such a lively chat, Jiao Guobiao and Chen Danqing finally recovered.

Wang Meng glanced at the two brothers in distress and took the initiative to cue them.

"Xiao Chen, what do you think of Xinghe's ability to do both civil and military work?"

I think he looks like a bully!
Chen Danqing felt very uncomfortable. His previous performance was so good and his questioning was so profound, but this guy shattered it. Now you dragged me back to the center of the battlefield. I lost all my emotions. What should I do? !

The issue of criticism and denunciation is never about how angry the critic is, but about how the audience's emotions are guided, shaped and directed.

Now, the audience's emotions are all positive towards Fang Xinghe, and any tricks will be useless.

"pretty good."

Chen Danqing smiled dryly. He really didn't want to praise Fang Xinghe, so he racked his brains to think of a breakthrough.

He really had some skills. His eyes rolled around and he forced himself to dig out a new hole.

"It seems that Xiao Fang wants to become a martial arts star? If you can't rely on literature to make a living, then you have to rely on martial arts to make your mark. With your appearance, if you go to Hollywood early, you may be able to make a name for yourself, copy the old ways of your predecessors, or even create greater glory..."

This is really sinister and evil.

If Fang Xinghe was really a teenager, after being encouraged by him and pressured by public opinion, he might really go to Hollywood with his head held high.

But for you, an oriental boy with no fame and no skin, how long will it take for you to get an opportunity?
Who knows, he might be taken to some island and become a cripple.

This is not malicious speculation, but a fact that has already been uncovered. There is no solid evidence whether Leo was seriously injured, but Bieber himself admitted that he had hummed at the age of 15: "I don't want anyone to go through that again."

He was led to drink and take drugs crazily at such a young age, and turned into a bad boy with serious violent tendencies and self-harming behavior. What happened in between?
The people who created all this don't care, the people who watch all this are curious and interested in it, and only the people who endure all this know how terrible the stench is - large dishes of boiled corpse oil, stinging the eyes, irritating the throat, and making you feel sick.

Chen Danqing may not know all this, but he has been in the United States for 20 years and has achieved nothing. It seems that he really wants Fang Xinghe to hit that wall as well.

As a result, Yang Xin actually believed it and was very excited: "Xinghe, will you really enter the entertainment industry?"

"do not know."

Fang Xinghe shook his head and didn't respond at all. He turned around and stabbed at Jiao Guobiao again with his knife.

"Maybe I can go to Peking University to study journalism? Everything is possible."

A true naval leader is good at taking advantage of every opportunity to make a move.

When he interrupted like this, the entire audience burst into laughter. Yang Xin also covered her mouth and giggled, making Jiao Guobiao laugh so hard that his scalp tingled.

It never ends, it never ends!

You call me a person too?!

But the wolf cub insisted on holding him tightly, and asked with a smile: "Professor Jiao, are you willing to accept me?"

"what?!"

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Jiao Guobiao's eyes bulged out and his face looked disgusted. In the end, he did not give a direct response, but avoided the question.

"Teacher Wang, have we finished talking about the phenomenon?"

Even a deep-minded person like Wang Meng couldn't help laughing.

"No, where were we talking about just now? Young people are full of vigor, right? It's all Xiao Fang's fault for interrupting us."

Fang Xinghe just smiled and didn't argue.

He really doesn't want to explicitly state his mid-term goals in film and television. On the one hand, this allows expectations to be preserved until the end, and on the other hand, it also gives current literary fans enough time to accept it.

Let them guess.

As a result, the tiger wanted to let the opponent go, but the opponent insisted on showing off his sliding tackle.

"Alas, I really can't compare with you young people in terms of spirit..." Chen Dan laughed lightly and turned to pull Jiao Guobiao to charge: "Professor Jiao, what do you think of Xiao Fang's positive and high spirits?"

"Ah?" Jiao Guobiao looked up blankly, "What are you looking at? I raised my head too quickly just now, and I have a little tinnitus..."

Chen Danqing was so angry that his mouth was crooked. You brat! You are not worthy of being my advisor!
"puff!"

Lin Jingyu, who had not said a word since he came on stage, accidentally interrupted with a chuckle.

He quickly covered his mouth, feeling that this was not good, but he couldn't control it.

As a youngster, I have no control.

Fang Xinghe patted his shoulder with his backhand and asked kindly, "Jingyu, I see that your family conditions are not bad. Do you think going abroad is a kind of tempering or a kind of killing?"

"Of course it should be sharpening!"

Lin Jingyu answered without even thinking.

"It is particularly meaningful to study advanced Western knowledge and technology abroad, but you must maintain your original intention, remember your beliefs, and turn all kinds of difficulties and gaps into self-hardening. Don't let the prosperity of the West blind your eyes and lose your sense of mission and responsibility as a Chinese child!"

Ouch?

You just speak without thinking, are you from the high school student union?
Kobayashi's speech had a kind of thoughtless and empty tone, which did not seem like the product of real thinking, and had a clear flavor of reporting.

Fang Xinghe smelled it as soon as he moved his nose, but, wasn't it just right?

He turned around and slapped Jiao Guobiao and Chen Dan lightly: "Look! You two are not as ambitious as us middle school students."

Jiao Guobiao and Chen Danqing looked at Lin Jingyu as if he were a mentally retarded person, their expressions were extremely subtle.

As if asking: Where did this idiot come from?
Jiao Guobiao frowned and said, "You should first get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, finish your undergraduate studies, and then think about studying abroad. American universities have a lenient admission policy but a strict graduation policy, and you can't just muddle through with your half-baked knowledge of Marxist theory."

Chen Dan smiled lightly: "I have lived in New York for more than ten years. Every citizen there has a face that cannot be bullied. And naive Chinese kids like you are 100% the toys of black athletes."

One word from each person almost shattered Lin Jingyu's self-esteem.

Before he went on stage, he really underestimated the pressure of sitting here and facing two professors in front of the camera.

It's not that I'm afraid of them, but rather a kind of inexplicable anxiety and guilt.

He originally loved to show off, but he didn't know how to show it. The more anxious he became, the more confused he became, and the more confused he became, the more anxious he became.

He subconsciously wanted to construct a beautiful rebuttal, but the language that was extremely clever in the past was running back and forth in his brain circuits, and it seemed that no matter how he organized it, it was wrong. Then, the domineering thoughts and value ideas flowing in the deepest part of his consciousness rushed in, making him regain the spirit of having the final say in school.

Humph, if Fang Xinghe can scold him, why can’t I?

"Who the hell are you?!

One is a fraud who doesn't even respect his own parents. Is Peking University so great? I won't go even if there are professors like you here!

What good can students learn from you? !

It's so shameless and ridiculous!

One is a lost dog who couldn't make it abroad and shamelessly returned to China, calling himself an artist. How come I have never heard of your name?

Jin Shangyi, Xu Jiang, Zeng Fanzhi, Yue Minjun... There are so many famous painters that I can name, but unfortunately there is no Chen Danqing among them!

The Chinese Artists Association criticized contemporary art for being Westernized and vulgar. I'm afraid they are specifically referring to losers like you who are neither Chinese nor Western, who went abroad to lick the butts of Americans but have made no achievements? !
Professor Jiao wants to sell books, and you want to sell paintings, you are birds of a feather!
The Marxist literary theory’s explanation and criticism of the essence of literature and art is just right for you, the weak traitors of the petty bourgeoisie!

Everyone has a face that looks like they won’t be bullied, bah!

Scum, scum!"

The entire studio suddenly fell silent once again.

However, everyone did not look at Lin Jingyu, but looked at Fang Xinghe in unison, with their mouths wide open and their eyes rounded.

No, Brother Fang, what magic power do you have? !

This kid wanted to bite you just now, but in just a moment, he suddenly rushed forward for you, killing people indiscriminately under pressure? !

Really, it's really shocking.

Because Lin Jingyu is clearly another little madman, but he doesn't use logic, doesn't analyze right and wrong from the bottom up, and only vents his emotions.

The contrast makes it even more difficult to accept - because Fang Xinghe, who should be the craziest, makes every word reasonable, while a mere nobody speaks so violently... Oh my God, it's all messed up!
Not to mention that they found it hard to accept, Fang Xinghe was actually shocked.

No, I just asked you to set the stage, I didn't ask you to rush forward, what are you doing?
"Insanity!"

Chen Dan stood up in anger.

"Yellow-mouthed kid!"

Jiao Guobiao was a second late, then started cursing.

"Fang Xinghe has established a huge influence with his articles and gained public recognition with his profound thinking. This is why he has the qualifications and power to talk to us. Even so, he is speaking logically based on facts! Who are you? You come here to rant and rant! I must ask your principal how he educates his students!"

He had been feeling depressed for too long, and finally he found a soft persimmon and ejaculated ten times in one second, finally feeling a little relieved.

Chen Dan glanced at Fang Xinghe with a sinister look, attacking the target from a distance with a sarcastic tone.

"Xiao Fang's influence is really amazing. He only wrote a few articles advocating resistance, but he incited these kids to start scolding them without caring whether they were right or wrong.

Xiaolin, I am really curious, are the qualities of middle school students in China the same as yours?

When your parents, teachers, and classmates see this scene on TV in the future, will they be happy for you or ashamed of you? "

Lin Jingyu was speechless and stunned by the question.

He was actually stumped by the question!
It was difficult to respond to Jiao Guobiao's threats and Chen Danqing's hidden thorns separately, but the two together made his mind a mess.

His emotions made him want to say directly, "Fuck you, what qualifications do you have to talk to me about quality?", but his reason knew that he couldn't do that anymore and he had to find an angle to fight back.

The result...I couldn't find it at all!
As soon as Fang Xinghe saw his flushed face and trembling lips, he immediately understood - the naughty kid's CPU was worn out.

Damn, he’s both a novice and a playful person.

And there was a particularly funny thing, Lin Jingyu's body was originally flashing blue light, which meant he was a die-hard fan, but in just a short while, it dropped back to green, falling to the core level.

Who is this person?
Arrogant, reckless, fragile, blind, impulsive... He has all the weaknesses of an ordinary teenager, and they are all in enhanced versions.

Fang Xinghe didn't want to bother with him, so he just watched with a smile, very calm.

Don’t worry, let the bullet fly for a while.

As a result, the bullet really turned and came towards him.

Chen Dan turned his head to look at Fang Xinghe, raised his chin and said, "Did you see? How much influence do your words and deeds have on young people?
The so-called Fang Xinghe phenomenon is essentially that everyone admires you, imitates you, and takes you as a goal and role model, but what exactly are you exporting? What impact has it had on young people?
I'm afraid this is not just one example here.

Xiao Fang, it’s a good thing for young people to have ambition, but it’s a very bad thing if the ambition goes astray!

Fight, fight. You keep shouting “fight” every day, but do you really know what fight is?
Protest is not about shouting slogans or swearing, but about shutting up and doing things in a down-to-earth manner!
I held art exhibitions and art receptions in the United States, and was featured in the New York Times. My paintings also made many Western artists and collectors take seriously the level of Chinese oil painting.

This is what we call a meaningful struggle!
I have come this far all by myself, fighting with nothing. Even if I have not made any great contributions, I will never allow you to abuse and humiliate me without any basis!"

That’s the end of my talk.

When it comes to whitewashing himself, he is really good at it.

Not only was there an uproar in the audience, several experts applauded and cheered, but Lin Jingyu was also so annoyed and angry that he even wanted to stand up.

However, just as he was about to jump up, a hand firmly pressed his shoulder.

Lin Jingyu turned back angrily, but Fang Xinghe stared at him calmly. At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, which quickly subsided his mania.

"Don't make trouble. Sit down."

The cold instructions sounded more like orders.

But he really sat down obediently, gritted his teeth, closed his mouth, and breathed heavily.

He didn't have the courage to fight Fang Xinghe at such a close distance.

"If you want to be reasonable, then let's be reasonable."

Fang Xinghe turned his head to look at Chen Danqing and spoke slowly.

"Teacher Chen, you said you have been fighting for 20 years but have not achieved any results.

Is it possible that your resistance is too weak?
You dare to deconstruct me, dare to curse various domestic phenomena, cut off worldly ties, go abroad in a high-profile manner, and rush to your dreamland without leaving any room for hesitation. It seems that you are brave and fierce, but you dare not paint an abstract picture of the President of the United States.

In fact, you haven't painted anything that could be called a counterattack.

Figure sketching, figure sketching, figure sketching…

Facing the model you hired for money, you sketch, stroke by stroke, the struggle that will always exist only in your heart.

But in fact, if you really dared to sharply criticize the ugliness of capitalism and deconstruct the division between the American elite and the grassroots masses, you might have become famous a long time ago, instead of watching time pass by, your spirituality declining, and your skills stuck in front of that door, making it difficult to make any progress.

I really can’t figure out where your verbal resistance is specifically manifested. Is it your consistent pleading efforts?

'Please, look at my paintings!'

'Don't watch it, it's garbage! Get out of our country!'

'Do you understand art? This is the most orthodox Western oil painting technique!'

'You yellow-skinned monkey, I told you to get out!'

They have great prejudice against you just because of that yellow face, so you are angry, ashamed, crazy, desperate, and gradually calm down.

Because it took you 20 years to finally realize that all the efforts you can and are willing to make are meaningless.

That is a capitalist country controlled by white elites, discrimination is everywhere and you can't break it.

However, Fang Xinghe’s struggle is not like this, and Fang Xinghe’s efforts are not like this.

Have you ever thought about another way to communicate with prejudice?
'You hypocritical white supremacists, kneel down and repent in front of my work! '

'Woc, bro, what is this you drew?'

'White bandits, dirty blood, calm massacres of indigenous peoples, open discrimination that dare not be spoken of, war criminals, useless equal rights slogans and f**k the capitalists!'

'Wow, so cool! You are amazing, you are a true artist! Oh, by the way, what country are you from? Japanese? '

'Fuck! I'm Chinese! Fuck you!'

'sorrysorry, I didn't mean to say that, but your drawings are awesome, Chinese? New bee!'

Are you relieved?

Is it satisfying?

Have you ever imagined that scene in your dreams?
If you want to stand out in the Western world, there has always been only one way: beat them into submission.

Let’s not talk about the national level of subjugation, and just look at the individual - Bruce Lee was able to succeed in what you call the white elite society, not by begging for favors from anyone, but by that kind of high-spirited and confident spirit.

In fact, it’s not that you don’t understand or don’t want to do it, it’s just that you don’t dare.

You see, you dare to criticize everything and scold anyone in your own country, but when you go abroad, you immediately become as obedient as a chick. Why is that?
I don’t know, and I don’t want to guess, because you and I are on different paths and our thinking is at different frequencies.

I am a martial artist. I practice physical skills and cultivate the heart to kill. So if you criticize me for my crude writing style, extreme thoughts, and cruel behavior, OK, I admit it all.

However, it is precisely this kind of rudeness that has won me the greatest respect - the respect you have always dreamed of, and I have always had it in my hands.

For example, you and him..."

Fang Xinghe raised his hand and pointed at Chen Danqing, then at Jiao Guobiao.

“You hate me, but you can’t scold me, and you don’t dare to have a further conflict with me. You even have to listen to me quietly until I finish speaking. You can only find an opportunity to publish two insignificant articles after all this is over.

But this is not resistance. Don’t insult resistance, Mr. Chen. The spirit of resistance that you cursed the heavens and the earth back then has long been lost in that oppressive and brutal white world.

But I’m different - if I can’t win a fight, I’m also good at fighting.

So you must respect me. I have never asked you to do so, but you will voluntarily abide by the principle of 'only speaking reason and not cursing'.

Isn’t this worth pondering?

In addition, Mr. Chen, there is a more interesting example——

Richard, the second-generation rich man from Hollywood, the American white elite who you think is out of reach, is serving me at his own expense. "

Fang Xinghe narrowed his eyes, staring at Chen Danqing, who was almost unable to hold back his expression, and suddenly raised his voice a little.

"Charlie, why are you willing to work for me at your own expense? If it was Teacher Chen Danqing who wanted to hire you with a high salary, would you agree?"

"NO."

Charlie shook his head and spoke Chinese for the first time.

"Because you are hope and the future, my ideal can only see the dawn in you. And he..."

Charlie paused, raised his finger and pointed at Chen Danqing, then switched back to English.

"He's the most ordinary immigrant loser in American society."

[He is just an ordinary immigrant loser in American society]

Charlie was thoughtful and deliberately avoided using large-scale AOE damage like "Chinese Loser".

But the lethality of this sentence still overflows.

Chen Danqing threw away the microphone with a grim face, turned around and walked towards the corridor without saying a word. Not long after, a loud noise was heard in the corridor.

boom!
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I've been writing for a whole day and night, and I don't know what to do tomorrow. I just want the ticket.

(End of this chapter)