Sixty-Nine, Not My Race

Millie, a reporter for the San Francisco Evening News, was recently out on location to interview several California universities when she heard many students on campus discussing a website called Facebook.

Out of curiosity, she took a closer look at Facebook.

It's a bit interesting to find out that it was actually founded by students at Stanford.

She continued to dig deeper and found that this website has also received a round of angel investment, and the number of users has reached hundreds of thousands.

Not only did it occupy the campus market of Ivy League schools, it also set off a campus social storm in California and several nearby states.

After applying to her superiors, she decided to interview the student entrepreneurial team at Stanford.

Before that, she had to get in touch with the Facebook team and get permission to interview.

A mailbox was hung on the Facebook website, and Millie sent an email to this mailbox, reporting her home and expressing her intentions.

Christina was in charge of managing her work mailbox. After receiving the email, she did not dare to neglect and ran to Xia Jingxing for instructions.

"A reporter wants to interview us?"

Xia Jingxing didn't seem very surprised, after all, with the increasing popularity of Facebook, it was only a matter of time before the media noticed.

"Yes, the other party is a reporter from the San Francisco Evening News."

Different from the calm expression on Xia Jingxing's face, Yang Niu looked very happy.

In her opinion, this is a good opportunity to enhance her reputation and brand.

Although Facebook has also appeared in newspapers before, it is basically a school newspaper.

Standing in the spotlight and being noticed by the mainstream media is the first time for Facebook.

Xia Jingxing was a little confused.

When he thinks about it, it's best not to accept any interviews, and it's just fine to grow up.

This is also related to his identity, he is afraid of attracting the attention and suppression of those who care.

But if you think about it, you can't hide it.

Afraid of a hammer, Gan is over!

"Email the reporter back, we'll be interviewed."

Yang Niu nodded with a smile and ran away.

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An interview car was parked downstairs in Building F of the incubation base, and Xia Jingxing and Kristina, who were waiting here, hurried up to meet them.

An Asian woman with black hair and black eyes walked out of the interview car, dressed in professional attire, with a capable temperament, and was twenty-five or six years old.

Millie saw a red-haired girl and an Asian boy standing in front of her with a slightly surprised face, but she quickly returned to normal.

"The two must be the founders of Facebook, right?"

"Yes, my name is Christina, and his name is Darren." Yang Niu introduced with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Millie."

Millie stretched out her hand with a smile and shook hands with both of them.

After a few chats, Xia Jingxing and Yang Niu led Millie upstairs, followed by a strong white man with a camera.

"Daren, listen to your accent, are you Chinese-American?"

Millie asked with a smile as they went up the stairs.

Xia Jingxing shook his head, "No, I am Chinese, an international student from the mainland."

Millie made an "oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

Yang Niu smiled and said, "Millie, I see your appearance, you should be Chinese?"

"Yes, I am Chinese American."

Christina didn't notice what was wrong with that statement.

On the contrary, Xia Jingxing noticed that Millie accentuated the word "American", as if she was emphasizing something.

No need to guess, he knew that this woman must be an ABC.

American Born Chinese, refers to the descendants of Chinese born in the United States.

"Then you should speak Chinese, right?"

Yang Niu smiled and said, "Chinese is too difficult to learn. Darren has taught me for a long time. I can only say "Nihao", "Xishi"... these simple words."

Kristina's bizarre Chinese emphasis made the cameramen who followed behind couldn't help laughing.

But Millie didn't smile. With a straight face, she said lightly, "I don't speak Chinese."

"You don't speak Chinese? Why?"

Yang Niu looked dazed, feeling very incredible.

"I'm an American, why can I speak Chinese?"

Millie thought that the other party was mocking her, so she said something indifferent.

Xia Jingxing pulled Yang Niu and motioned her to stop asking.

Yang Niu didn't know the reason, but Xia Jingxing knew it very well.

A Chinese like Millie is completely integrated into the United States, except for her skin color.

Does not speak Chinese and hates everything from China.

The reason is not complicated. It has something to do with being racially discriminated against and bullied by classmates when studying, and being discriminated against and bullied by colleagues at work...etc.

Erase all imprints from China and attempt to integrate into the mainstream white American society.

That's probably what happened.

There are many such Chinese in the United States, and the most powerful anti-China is this group of people.

Xia Jingxing summed it up in eight words: forgetting ancestors, unworthy descendants.

The group stopped talking and went up to the second floor silently.

Xia Jingxing pushed open the door of the office and a group of people walked in.

Millie frowned as she looked at the simple and cluttered office.

Especially with a few disheveled employees either sleeping on a camp bed or putting their feet on their desks…

There was even a strange smell, and she fanned her hand in front of her nose, "Are you here for an interview?"

"certainly."

Xia Jingxing said with a smile, "Although the environment is a little rough, this is our true appearance, and we don't need to do any beautification."

Millie glanced at Xia Jingxing, she felt that the other party meant something.

"Sorry, please come here."

The babes beckoned Millie and the cameraman to the sofa in the corner.

Looking at the crumpled sofa, Millie didn't sit down directly, she took out a wet tissue and wiped it several times before sitting down, and only sat in a corner.

Xia Jingxing was completely speechless, what a strange thing.

Yang Niu also frowned, this behavior is a bit uncomfortable.

She glanced at Xia Jingxing, made eye contact, and reached a consensus: end it as soon as possible.

Xia Jingxing called the puppy over, and the three of them sat on the sofa at will and began to formally accept the interview.

Millie is still very professional. Although the environment is not good, she still insists on interviewing.

After asking a few questions about why Facebook was created, how it went through, Millie started acting like a demon.

"Daren, I want to ask, why did you come to the United States to study in the first place?"

Xia Jingxing glanced at her, who was looking at him with a smile.

"I love the Internet, and the Internet in the United States is number one in the world."

"What about other areas? Economics, culture, freedom, etc.?"

Millie smiled lightly and continued to ask.

"We're talking about Facebook today, right?"

Millie spread her hands, "No, our American newspapers are more open and speak freely."

Xia Jingxing shrugged, "Okay, then I will speak freely.

There are too many places where the United States is first, the first to develop the atomic bomb, the first to enter space, the first to land on the moon, and the first to have the most aircraft carriers in the world..."

"Sorry to interrupt, Gagarin was the first to enter space."

The cameraman couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted aloud.

"Oh, that's probably my mistake, science and engineering, not very good history."

The cameraman smiled, glanced at Millie, and said in a cold voice, "Millie, hurry up, there are other things."

The cameramen were all angry, and Millie finally restrained herself and stopped acting as a demon.

The interview ended hastily, Millie declined Xia Jingxing's invitation to let her eat in the school cafeteria, stepped on high heels, and left with a cold attitude.

After watching them go away, Yang Niu glanced at Xia Jingxing and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you two of the same race? But why do I feel like... she hates you, or has a feeling of being superior."

"Even you feel it?"

"Nonsense, I'm not blind." Yang Niu said angrily.

"By the way, correct me, she and I are not of the same race."

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