I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

After much difficulty, Chen Xi found two Asian faces. Upon asking, he learned that they were actually Koreans.

Let’s just say the Koreans are the Koreans.

Looking at the two young lovers who didn't seem to be very generous, Chen Xi could only bite the bullet and negotiate the price with them first.

Oh my god, the ticket is 300 rubles, and these two Koreans are only willing to pay 500 for the tour guide fee.

With the idea of ​​opening a business and making some money first, Chen Xi raised the price to seven hundred after some negotiations.

Fortunately, the two people could speak English, so they could communicate without any obstacles. After buying the tickets, Chen Xi took them into the museum.

Along the way, the two Koreans' eyes widened, chattering non-stop, and they were so excited that they almost jumped up to the sky.

In their place, museums are full of broken bowls, rags and the like, and they have never seen so many works of art made of gold.

I have to say that the Russian museum is quite luxurious, from the architecture to the exhibits, everything exudes luxury.

Even the chandelier above the head is magnificent.

However, although we are excited, we still need to remain reserved.

Within two minutes, these two Koreans started to show off.

The young man in particular straightened his back deliberately, and every time he looked at those works of art, he shook his head slightly and sighed.

"What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with something?" Chen Xi asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just think the stuff here is too low quality, not as good as what's on display in our Korean Museum." The young man replied arrogantly.

"Oh?"

"They say gold has a price but porcelain is priceless. A bowl from our place is more valuable than this." The young man boasted without blushing, and the girl next to him nodded in agreement, as if she was afraid that Chen Xi would not believe it.

Chen Xi, who had understood the situation, almost laughed out loud, but he still agreed with the other party and said, "That's right, that's right. The whole world knows that your country of Kimchi has a long history, vast land, and its culture, economy, and military are all world-class."

In order to get more tips, Chen Xi could only accompany the young man in bragging.

"Haha, you also know our history?" the young man asked happily.

"Of course I know. I'm the tour guide here. This museum also has traces of the history of the Korean nation!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true." Chen Xi nodded and continued to show them around.

"Aren't you a tour guide? We paid for it so you have to explain it to us, otherwise what's the difference between us just going around on our own?" The girl at the side suddenly asked. She always felt that the money was not spent worth it.

"Oh, that's right. This is... the bed where Peter the Great used to slept." Chen Xi said, pointing to a small single bed in front of him.

Of course, this is definitely not the bed that Peter the Great slept in; that bed is on display in the Peterhof Palace.

"Why is this bed so small? The bed in the hotel we stayed in yesterday was also pitifully small." the girl asked.

"I heard that Korea once conquered Europe and dominated the Eurasian continent." The boy began to teach the two people about history.

"Because... because Peter the Great was not very tall. As an emperor, in order to maintain his rule, he made everyone in the country sleep in small beds. If anyone objected, it would be disloyal to him." Seeing that someone was talking nonsense, Chen Xi also started to make up stories.

It is said on the Internet that the Korean country’s history books have modified its own land blocks, which is indeed true.

Basically, the three provinces were included in the former scope of Goguryeo.

However, some experts on the Internet have made some maps, including the Eurasian continent as the territory of the ancient country of Kimchi, and claim that this is the real ancient history. Not everyone is so smart, but some Koreans really believe it.

The young man in front of me obviously belongs to this category.

"Aren't all Russians tall? How can some people be short?"

"Ahem, because Peter the Great was not Russian, but a Korean."

"What? Then why does he have a Russian name?"

"This is a homophone. His Korean name is actually Peituo. Look, does it sound the same as the Korean language?" Chen Xi made up the story in a serious manner.

"Peter, Petal, Peito. Haha, they are really the same! It turns out that the emperor of Russia is from us, the Koreans. This really proves that our ancestors once fought here and ruled the foreigners here. Sure enough, the history books do not lie. There are actually some uneducated people on the Internet who have raised doubts. This time when I go back, I will give them a good historical education." The young man was so happy that he had forgotten what Chen Xi had just said about Peter the Great's short stature, and he was so excited that he danced on the spot like a fool.

The tourists nearby stared at the Asian man who was behaving strangely, and covered their mouths with their hands and laughed.

"What is this?" the girl asked, pointing at a golden bird.

The bird is covered in golden light and shows extremely high craftsmanship.

"This is... a phoenix." Chen Xi wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself: In ancient times, Zhao Gao called a deer a horse, and now Lao Tzu calls Confucius a phoenix.

"Phoenix? There is no such thing in the world. It only exists in myths." The young man shook his head in disbelief.

Seeing this, Chen Xi could only say, "This is actually a chicken that Peter the Great brought from Kimchi Country. But the chickens in Kimchi Country are a special breed. The Russians have never seen this thing, so they worship it as a sacred bird, that is, the phoenix."

"So that's how it is. Barbarians are barbarians. They have never even seen a chicken. Alas~" Upon hearing this, the young man touched his chin and shook his head.

"There is nothing we can do about it. Russia is located in the East European Plain, which has been a corridor for nomadic peoples to migrate between Asia and Europe since ancient times. According to historical records, the first nomadic people to appear here were the Scythians, followed by the Sarmatians, Goths, Huns, Rouran (Avars), Khazars (Turks), etc. These nomadic peoples have had a profound impact on the ethnic composition of Russia. As you know, nomadic peoples mainly make a living by animal husbandry. The main animals they raise include goats, sheep, cattle, horses, and camels. They rarely raise chickens..."

"Then why did Peter the Great bring chickens here?" the girl asked.

"Because he is a Korean, he still retains his unique eating habits and often misses the ginseng chicken soup with rice from his hometown."

"I see, they are indeed barbarians. They don't even have something as delicious as chicken soup and kimchi. We had Russian food yesterday, and it was worse than pig food."

After hearing Chen Xi's explanation, the two Koreans nodded.

But Chen Xi really wanted to ask them, have you ever eaten pig food?

Yes, the food in Kimchi Country seems to be no different from pig feed.

"Hey, what kind of armor is this? It doesn't look like the ones from our country, nor from Russia. I remember that the Russian armors on TV were all heavy metal." The three of them walked and talked, and the young man was immediately attracted by a set of well-preserved ancient Mongolian armor.

"Well, this is Mongolian armor. Look at this bow and this scimitar..." Chen Xi continued to explain.

"That's not right. We Koreans rule here, so shouldn't we wear Korean armor?"

"That's because... these Mongols are Peter the Great's vassal troops. In order to distinguish the vassal troops of different nationalities, Peter the Great retained their costumes." Chen Xi continued to brag.

"Pei Tou is so great that he has so many vassal armies of different nationalities. Well, we are the suzerain state and we must have the vision of a great power. It is only natural to preserve some culture for them. This is in line with our Confucian tradition." The young man shamelessly regarded Confucianism as a school of thought of the Korean country.

Confucian culture was introduced to Korea very early. As early as the Han Dynasty, with the spread of Chinese characters, Confucian culture was gradually introduced to the peninsula, which gave Korea the opportunity to come into contact with and absorb the essence of Confucian culture. The Koreans have great respect for Confucius's thoughts and regard them as an important part of their culture. They also believe that Confucius is a Korean and is deeply rooted in the nation's ideology.

While the two Koreans were still enjoying themselves, a foreigner whispered in Chen Xi's ear, "I just followed you all the way, and your explanation seems a bit inconsistent with the facts."

Looking at the tourist in front of him, Chen Xi also whispered, "We are a charity organization cooperating with the Red Cross. We are here to take the mentally ill people from Korea to travel abroad. These two people have delusions. In order to prevent them from going crazy and causing trouble, we can only make up some stories."

"I see." The ghost guy nodded in belief.

The first time of leading a tour group was quite good. Chen Xi's commentary greatly satisfied the vanity of the two Koreans, and after some persuasion, the two of them actually gave a tip.

Chen Xi was standing at the entrance of the museum, smoking and counting money, thinking that it was so damn hard to make money.

I lied to my conscience and told so many lies. I almost praised the Koreans as gods, but I only got 1,500 rubles.

No matter how much he sighed, he still had to do the job, so he started looking for the next customer.

Around four in the afternoon, at the entrance of the museum.

"Fuck, the Russians got off work so early, and it's not even the designated closing time yet." Looking at the approximately 20,000 rubles in his hand, Chen Xi couldn't help but complain.

After buying a bottle of mineral water on the street to moisten his dry lips, Chen Xi had no choice but to go back to the train station first.

More than 20 minutes later, Chen Xi returned to the original mobile phone store. Looking at the closed store door, he couldn't help cursing: "This old Russian is lazier than the Australians. It turns out that there is a reason for poverty."

"Damn, there are no more buses to Moscow." After asking the ticket seller, Chen Xi walked out of the station disappointed.

He touched his empty wallet and looked at the several bank cards inside whose passwords he didn't know. He felt like vomiting blood.

It turns out that Wang Xianqi doesn’t even have a Visa credit card.

His stomach was growling with hunger at this time, so Chen Xi could only find a small shop on the side of the road, buy a poor guy's meal of some unknown ingredient, and stuff it into his mouth.

"It's so disgusting." Looking at the mixture of potatoes and minced meat in the lunch box, he couldn't help but complain again.

The earliest bus is tomorrow. Where should I sleep tonight?
I still need to save money to buy a cell phone...

Sitting on the curb eating, he couldn't help but start thinking.

Hotels near the train station are too expensive, costing thousands of rubles at every turn, which is almost the same as hotels in China.

After searching for a while without any results, he could only walk to a farther place.

I wanted to find an Internet cafe to contact my subordinates through QQ, but I didn't find any place to access the Internet along the way.

Moreover, the people near the train station were quite unfriendly. When he was walking on the street, the Russians nearby stared at him with malicious eyes, as if they wanted to get money from him.

I quickened my pace and saw a square in front of me.

Compared to the place just now, the people here seemed as kind as angels. Men and women in the square were either feeding pigeons or singing and dancing.

Looking at the group of fat pigeons around him, Chen Xi smiled bitterly.

My cell phone is broken now, so don’t even talk about blackmail by taking photos, haha.

Andre's previous warnings now seem to be of no use.

At this time, a band in the square was performing passionately. The roar of drums and the deep sound of bass intertwined to create cheerful music.

This song is well sung.

Chen Xi was feeling a little tired. He stood there with his arms folded, unable to move.

Just listen to some music and relax.

I'm so far away, at least twenty or thirty meters away, no one should ask me for money.

Besides, whether to pay for street performances depends on whether passers-by are willing to do so.

It’s not illegal to listen to music, right? Otherwise, I would just take a speaker and play it on the street, wouldn’t I be rich?
The more Chen Xi thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis made sense, and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

After observing for a minute and making sure that no one around him had been charged, he felt relieved.

To be honest, although the Russian food is a bit unpalatable, the songs are generally good.

The tune filled with cheerful melody was like a clear spring, quietly washing away the worries that Chen Xi had accumulated over the past two days.

"Otto!" Just as he was enjoying the music, a discordant voice suddenly came from his ears.

He didn't understand Russian, so he immediately asked in English: "What's the matter?"

Chen Xi was bewildered as he looked at the Russian kid in front of him, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Chinese?" The boy asked in broken Chinese.

Humph, you want to test me? You think we Chinese are all soft persimmons, right?

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Chen Xi nodded.

"Give me the money!" After confirming, the young man stretched out his hand.

"Why? I didn't use a camera to take pictures of your pigeons. Don't tell me I have to pay you for looking at your pigeons." Chen Xi groaned while hugging his arms.

However, the other party seemed to only know those two sentences in Chinese and could not understand him at all.

So he repeated it in English, but the boy still didn't understand.

After a round of body language exchanges, Chen Xi finally figured out what excuse the other party was using to blackmail him.

It turned out to be the floor tiles under my feet!

The other party said that the floor tiles Chen Xi was standing on belonged to his family. This was totally outrageous!

"Give me money!" the young man stretched out his hand again, as if he would not give up until he got the money.

"Get as far away as you can, little brat. If you don't get out of here, I'm going to beat you up!" Chen Xi had been holding back his anger for the past few days. He looked at the boy, who was a head shorter than him, and raised his fist as if to hit him.

The boy seemed to be scared. He uttered a few words in Russian and walked quickly away.

Chen Xi looked over there and it seemed that there were a few Russians approaching him.

Thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one. Run away!
Ps: This incident of stepping on the floor tiles in the square seems outrageous, but it is a true story. At first, someone told me not to take pictures of pigeons, so I didn't take pictures of pigeons with my phone, but I didn't expect the Russians to do this. Then I got angry and scared the guy to go and call for help. The impression Russia gave me is that there are too many unemployed people here and it is too poor. So just like Southeast Asia, they can only use some illegal means to make money. There are also women who come up to you for money, and as long as you give them 100 yuan, you can kiss her or she can kiss you. In short, it's hard to describe. (End of this chapter)