Chapter 1193 Barton's Investigation (Part 1)

This is the time for Xiao Qin to step out, because no one can understand Barton's foreign language.

"Well, I'm sorry. This is a professor of social studies at King's University in Europe. This time he is here for an academic visit. He specializes in visiting issues related to China's social and people's livelihood. The professor's name is Barton. Professor Barton would like to ask if he can Sit and eat with you."

Qin Kuairen and Zhang Tong have stayed together for a long time, and have not learned anything else, but lying is a routine. He randomly assigned a bunch of titles to Barton. But I'm not afraid of people checking, if someone really checks, I believe Fu Changqing will help to get all these things right.

Several cleaners who were eating were inexplicably nervous when they heard Qin Kuairen's introduction.

"This... this university professor, it's not good to eat with us." A wrinkled old man whispered: "We don't speak foreign languages ​​either."

Several sanitation workers subconsciously believed that Qin Kuairen was telling the truth. Because Barton is a legendary mage, he has a temperament that has been in the top position for a long time. After coming here through the gate of another world, Fu Changqing and the others prepared decent clothes for Barton and Feng Meier so that they could move around easily.

Master Barton has white beard and beard, but his hair and beard are meticulously groomed, and he wears a three-piece suit. Coupled with the temperament of a scholar (mage), it really made people believe what Qin Kuairen said.

Several sanitation workers seemed a little cautious. The boss, who had been settling accounts behind the counter, also murmured in his heart after hearing Qin Kuairen's words: I just said, this foreigner looks different, he doesn't look like a tourist. It turned out to be a university professor.

After the boss collected the money, he walked over in a friendly manner. He seemed to be an old acquaintance with the sanitation workers, so he said directly: "Lao Zhang, Lao Li, Lao Wang, Sister Xie. The professor of the university wants to work with you Eat and chat together, you just chat, what are you afraid of!"

Lao Li, who was in his fifties, rubbed his hands nervously: "This... isn't it because I'm afraid that I won't be able to speak?"

"Hey, what are you afraid of? The university professors are so timid when they chat with you. We old capital people can't embarrass the country, you say yes. That translator, tell us that your university professor is here for specific academic research in China something."

The boss said this to Qin Kuairen, when Qin Kuairen's inexplicable absolute boss called himself [translation], he had the illusion that the little soldier Zhang Ga was calling the fat translator.

"Professor Barton mainly studies the happiness index of various countries, people's livelihood economy, living standards and other social science research." Qin Kuairen's nonsense came out of his mouth.

"Oh, that's asking [Are you happy], right?" As soon as the boss said this, several sanitation workers next to him instantly understood what Qin Kuairen had just said.

"Brothers, don't embarrass the capital and the country. Why are you so timid? Say what you have to say. Don't be too bragging, and don't be too dark. Just talk about things. I'm going to invite you to this meal." "The boss uncle is really grand, and he speaks and acts like a veteran of the capital.

Qin Kuairen couldn't help but look at the boss one more time, and the boss waved his hand to indicate that it was done.

"Master Barton, sit down, everything has been arranged."

Under Qin Kuiren's signal, Master Barton came to the center of the sanitation workers. However, the sanitation workers subconsciously distanced themselves from Master Barton.

"Did you make up an identity for me just now?" Barton glanced at Qin Kuairen.

"Well, I said you are a scholar at school, doing social research. Otherwise, I really can't explain why you want to eat and chat with them all of a sudden."

The explanation given by Qin Kuairen is acceptable to Master Barton.

"Okay, then you can help me translate and translate. You can help me ask, do they think the food in this small shop is expensive or cheap for them."

After Patton's words were translated by Qin Kuairen to the four sanitation workers, Lao Zhang, Lao Li, Lao Wang and Sister Xie all looked at me and I looked at you.

It was Lao Zhang who spoke first: "The professor asked this question. In the forty-nine cities of the capital, this big head (the boss) runs either a restaurant or a charitable hall. What money does he make for seventeen yuan? At night, I made money by eating hot pots and selling drinks. Of course, this meal is cheap, you can’t eat such cheap meals anywhere else in the capital, and the taste is delicious.”

Qin Kuairen has reservations about Coke, because it is too salty for him. However, for sanitation workers who have to face the wind and sun for sanitation, the salty taste may be just right.

After listening to Qin Kuairen's translation, Patton nodded and continued to ask, "How does the seventeen yuan per meal compare to your income?"

"It's not expensive, who doesn't earn three to five thousand a month now." Lao Wang replied, and at the same time took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, which was covered by the big front door.

He gave cigarettes to several of his fellow workers (Sister Xie doesn't smoke), and he enthusiastically handed the cigarettes to Barton. Master Barton did not refuse, because he could see that it was a kind of tobacco. There is also tobacco in the mage world, and I smoke it occasionally, but the amount is very small.

This tobacco on earth that doesn't need a pipe is interesting.

After everyone saw Master Barton accepting the cigarettes they handed, they felt much more cordial in an instant. The conversation also began to become more casual. At first, Barton asked them to answer, and later they asked Barton about various things, and the chatting became a commonplace chat.

"Professor Barton, let me tell you. Whether you are happy or not, people in this world are not happy. You are born to pay off the debts of your previous life. So, everyone is born to be miserable. Don't say anything Happiness and happiness. There is nothing in my life that makes me happy or unhappy.” Old Wang smoked a cigarette and lowered his eyebrows and said, “If you want me to tell you, you old professor, don’t study whether Chinese people are happy or not. You can't study it in a lifetime."

"If you want to say that I am happy, I am not happy. A family of four is now living in a large courtyard. My wife and I live in a house of 10 square meters, and the main house of 20 square meters is given to my son and daughter-in-law. Stop. Do you say I am happy? I will carry a broom early in the morning to sweep the street, do you say I am happy?"

"But if you want to say that I'm unhappy, that's not right. My family of four is happy, and there is no illness or disaster at home. My son and daughter-in-law are also filial. Apart from having little money in my family, I have nothing to be unhappy about."

When Lao Li heard this, he said: "Hey, what is happiness or not, it's all nonsense. What is happiness? You, Lao Wang, have diarrhea after eating lard. I will give you money to let you eat delicacies from mountains and seas." , you have diarrhea every day, are you happy?!"

"That's not good, that's not good. The eggplant roasted by Dabentou is the best for me, and I won't change it if I give me the delicacies of mountains and seas, lobster and abalone." Lao Wang laughed while smoking a cigarette.

The big front door is soft-packed, and it costs three yuan a pack. It is a veritable low-end cigarette, which chokes people. Barton couldn't smoke such a heavy cigarette, he could only let the smoke burn naturally.

Then chatted: "Then do you think it is good or bad to be born in this country?"

"Okay, it must be good. Old professor, it's not because you're a foreigner, we're talking nonsense in front of you. Let me tell you, living in China, you can't be called the best, but you can't be called the worst either." You can't look up every day, you'll be exhausted. There are seven billion people in the world, how many of them have climbed to the top. Let's get along with life." Lao Wang smoked out a cigarette and lit it again. picked up another one.

"Old Wang, can I visit your house?" Barton suddenly asked a question that people didn't know how to answer.