Chapter 530 What Do You Think of China?

Bati complained for a long time and finally calmed down.

During this time, Jiang Qilan had been silently holding his wine glass and sipping the light yellow wine.

Batty felt a little embarrassed.

He was just like those brainless women, complaining for so long.

He shrugged apologetically: "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Jiang Qilan raised his wine glass and smiled faintly: "I understand."

"Smith... Oh, no," Batty grinned, showing his teeth, "I should call you Mr. Fang - I'm used to your fake name."

Jiang Qilan's fake identity in the General Association - the illegitimate son of an antique dealer in Country P, named "Fang Wenjian" - Mr. Fang.

"The most common thing your family buys and sells is Chinese antiques, right?" Batty asked.

Jiang Qilan replied: "Yes, I like to collect Chinese antiques - because they have a long history, and the styles of each dynasty are different, which are very valuable for appreciation."

Bati leaned forward and looked at Jiang Qilan: "So, what do you think of China? Including the Chinese?"

Jiang Qilan thought for a moment, and then said in a straightforward tone: "In my impression, China is a country with good luck, and the Chinese are more able to endure hardships and are more pragmatic."

Bati was a little dissatisfied: "This answer is too superficial, can you answer it from a deeper level?"

Jiang Qilan didn't know how to answer this question.

He needed to be cautious and not let his words reveal too obvious emotions.

So, he chose some safer angles:

"Well, you need to be very careful when doing business with the Chinese, because they are very good at talking, and you can let them take advantage of you without knowing it."

Bati snapped his fingers to show his agreement.

Jiang Qilan continued, "The degree to which they pay attention to festivals is beyond our imagination - they are willing to take dozens of hours of trains to meet their families."

Bati nodded, "It's really exaggerated! I have seen their train stations and airports during festivals, my God! They are packed with people! I have never seen so many people in my life!"

Jiang Qilan took a sip of wine and planned to end this topic.

But Batty refused to let Jiang Qilan go, and asked: "What else?"

Jiang Qilan had no choice but to continue: "And... Chinese people are very confident in their food culture."

Battty raised his eyebrows: "I don't know about this. I only know that in China, most of the expensive restaurants are Japanese sashimi, sushi, and steaks - since you know it, tell me about it."

Jiang Qilan's tone was flat: "They rarely praise their own food. That's because they are too confident. For example, if you scold Chinese people for being conservative, polite, and working overtime in front of Chinese people, they will follow you to scold. But if you say that their Chinese food is not good, they will immediately refute, Chinese food is not delicious? Haha - wild boars can't eat fine bran."

The last sentence, Jiang Qilan used English to directly translate the literal meaning.

Batty was very interested: "Wild boars can't taste the aroma of delicious feed? What does this mean?"

Jiang Qilan put down the empty wine glass and said lazily: "They compare those of us who eat Western food to wild boars in the mountains - wild people who have not been influenced by culture. Usually wild boars will not be picky when eating, and will swallow rotten fruits and fresh fruits at once because they have a dull taste. If someone provides wild boars with delicious food, they can't tell the difference between delicious food and rotten fruits-"

Bati suddenly realized: "They say we are vulgar wild boars? Oh my God! The way Chinese people speak is like saying famous quotes-"

"Speaking of famous quotes, I heard that Chinese children, from the beginning of learning to speak, have to recite the exquisite sentences left by their philosophers and poets thousands of years ago? Is that right?"

Jiang Qilan pinched the brandy glass and nodded reservedly: "I heard that this is the case."

He added with a little pride in his heart: Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan opera, and countless allegorical sayings, proverbs, idioms...

There is no way, the culture is brilliant.

There are too many things to memorize.

I am just afraid that the children will not be able to bear it.

Chinese people - everyone is a philosopher, which is not an exaggeration.