Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Lawrence was born into the British aristocracy, although not a big one, but not a small one either. His ancestor was an earl, and he now had a fairly decent land in the UK. As an Englishman, Lawrence was quite obsessed with the glory of the British Empire.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking at the towering building in the distance. The appearance was very strange and eye-catching. Even many people in Hong Kong felt that that building represented a person and a miracle. A business legend belonging to the Chinese.

In the past, Lawrence didn't believe in many legends. He didn't believe in the so-called business miracles at all, because people in his position knew that the so-called legends and miracles were just that there was an invisible hand behind this person, pushing the people forward. The so-called legend moves forward.

It's just that ordinary people are not informed, or the most authentic information of the entire society is not open to them.

He was now holding his arm with one hand and supporting his chin with the other hand. His eyes moved from the building in the distance to the crowd on the road.

He also noticed the crowds of people marching, which made him feel very disgusted. He hated everyone who opposed the British Empire and felt that if it had been a hundred years ago, they would have been hanged and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

But he also understood that this was impossible. Just as his elders had told him when he came here, Hong Kong City was different from all the British colonies.

What's the difference?

Because Hong Kong is not like those countries in Africa, no matter which colony it is, its sovereign state is so weak that it makes people sick.

Hong Kong City is different. She has a very powerful mother. This mother is recovering her strength day by day, let alone regaining her strength. Even now, the mother in the north of Hong Kong City is not something that Great Britain can compete with at this time. of.

The nobles in London had experienced her power as early as ten years ago.

I originally thought that the Hong Kong market was a burden, so I thought I would just throw it back to the Chinese.

But now that the port city is developing better and better, those London aristocrats are reluctant to leave here again.

This is the case with the aristocratic men in London. They often suffer from schizophrenia. No one knows what kind of words these fools will say or what kind of mistakes they will make.

Lawrence thinks the current situation is like this, creating a cultural divide in Hong Kong?

Chinese people are not stupid, so why can’t they see this?

How could he not play his cards?

Thinking that you can get some so-called literati to come out and sing and mention it can get it done. Those people are really full of shit!

He doesn't like here, he doesn't like everything here, and he doesn't like the current owner!

Yeah~~!

There was a slight sound, and Lawrence knew that the door was opened. When he turned his head, a smile appeared on his face, and his hands naturally hung by his side, showing the etiquette that a British noble should have.

"Mr. Lawrence!"

Gu Siwei stood at the door, stretched out his hand to Lawrence from a distance, and spoke loudly as if the two had been friends for many years.

"Mr. Su!"

Lawrence spoke standard Chinese and authentic Mandarin. He was very clear. If Gu Siwei hadn't seen that this guy was a yellow guy, he would have thought that he was a hutong kid from the old capital who came to Hong Kong.

Not to mention, there are really many kinds of guys in Hong Kong City now, but they and Gu Siwei can't play together. These people often get together, and they are not considered a social group here in Hong Kong City, they are just a bunch of people. Drink tea together and brag, daydream about the glory of the Qing Empire, reminisce about the hard-core crops of our ancestors, and so on.

Gu Siwei doesn't want to see these guys. Not only does he not want to see them, but whoever dares to commit such a crime in front of him will be a ghost if Gu Siwei doesn't get him a blood gourd.

"Mr. Lawrence speaks Chinese really well. To be honest, your Chinese is more standard than mine. Sometimes I speak with a hometown accent..."

Gu Siwei's pure nonsense, his Mandarin has no trace of his hometown dialect at all, not at all.

But Lawrence doesn't know, and he doesn't care. What he cares about now is how to solve today's matter satisfactorily.

"My Chinese teacher is from the capital..." Lawrence introduced his Chinese teacher with a smile.

Naturally, it was impossible for Gu Siwei to have heard of it. The Chinese teacher that Lawrence Chiran mentioned was very famous and considered a big figure in the literary circle.

Real literature, such as "The Ordinary World", "White Deer Plain" and "Alive", once Lao Gu holds it in his hand, he will feel sleepy and his eyelids will tremble.

For Lao Gu, these things are not as attractive as an introduction to machine principles.

Of course, if you switch to a color adaptation of Sun Shaoan's three encounters with Widow Liu, Bai Jiaxuan's night attack on the black girl's wife, etc., he might be able to hold on to the book without letting go.

Regarding the so-called literati, Gu Siwei used to think he was quite noble, but now with his social status, and looking at the literati, he knows that these people are actually the same as ordinary people, and even more shameless than ordinary people. There are too many dirty tricks.

After seeing their truest life and character, I naturally lost my sense of admiration for them. I just saw a living person, but his writing skills were better, and his pen was just like ordinary people.

In short, Lawrence's idea of ​​starting a conversation about his Chinese teacher was over.

However, Lawrence didn't wait long, because Gu Siwei mentioned the matter directly, and Gu Siwei's opening remarks were very simple.

"It's really noisy outside!"

These are Gu Siwei's words.

Are you making a fuss?

The fuss was a fuss, but the ghost could be heard from here to that, and Lawrence didn't hear it anyway.

"Yes, many people follow the wind and rain." Lawrence followed Gu Siwei's words and climbed up.

Gu Siwei smiled and said: "This word is used well. Listening to the wind is like rain, and catching wind and shadow. These people are like this. At the slightest sign of trouble, they will think what others are going to do."

Lawrence smiled and nodded: "Yes, actually the government does not have such an idea, but it was just put forward by a group of people. Many scholars believe that Cantonese is the language closest to ancient Chinese, and most people also speak Cantonese, so I think From now on, Cantonese will be the main language. This issue has not been discussed yet, but someone has revealed it..."

Gu Siwei smiled and nodded as he listened. He looked at Lawrence and thought to himself: This son of a bitch is probably scolding himself in his heart now!

At this moment, Lawrence was also looking at the smiling Gu Siwei, thinking the same question in his mind: This yellow-skinned pig must be scolding himself when he smiles like this!

In a sense, it can be regarded as a mutual sympathy.

As for Lawrence's words, Gu Siwei didn't even believe it. He was not from this era. He didn't know how much trouble there was in Hong Kong City in his era?

The British have more than one trick. In addition to changing the official language to Cantonese, there is also a more cruel trick, which is to mix in sand and immigrate from Southeast Asian countries such as Vietnam and even India. From now on, the so-called Hong Kong The Municipal Court, that kind of judge with a Southeast Asian look on his face, is he not an independent faction?

As for how to deal with such people, Gu Siwei naturally has his own tricks, which are nothing more than ostracizing and suppressing. As for the British guy, if he is willing to support him, the British guy can take care of himself. Anyway, his company, or the company that Marvel does business with, is Don't use these people.

Of course you can't put it on the table. If you put it on the table, wouldn't that be stupid? You can't talk about it, but you can do it secretly.

Also, the things in Zhao Sanle's hands are not for looking at. They have to play some role. They have to create personalities for these people, such as Coolie Three. In short, the general public should despise them from the bottom of their hearts, just like The British fanned the girls who came from the north and called them Beigu.

Some Hong Kong people are very divided. They treat South Asians in a friendly manner, and treat their compatriots as if they were from Beijing and mainland China.

There is no British influence in this!

Neither of them said anything about it, but it was evident in everything they talked about. Lawrence's meaning was very clear, that is, the government does not have this idea at the moment. It is just some people's private speculation and countless things.

After listening to this with a smile, Gu Siwei patted his leg and said, "Let me tell you, I have a real headache learning languages, especially Cantonese. It's awkward to say it, so I can't speak Cantonese here.

Of course, it does not prevent others from learning what others speak. It is their freedom to speak in dialects, but if they force me to speak or force my children to learn, then I will naturally scold my mother."

What Gu Siwei said here is very clear. If you want me to learn Cantonese, there is no way!

Is Lawrence angry?

Naturally, he was very angry. He wanted to slap the table and yell: Hong Kong City is our British colony!

But he really doesn't have the guts. If he yells now and more people take to the streets tomorrow, the Governor will definitely scold him.

Is there anything the Governor can do?

Ah!

If he really had his way, how could he still allow the boy in front of him to talk to him like this?

I am afraid that the Governor himself now understands whether the boy in front of him is considered the Governor or whether he is the Governor. That has to be decided.

The Governor understands that he can make tens of thousands of people take to the streets with just one word, but not many of these tens of thousands of people will have the idea of ​​working for him. And among the people marching on the streets now, let’s put it this way , the young people in front of them may not decide their life or death, but they can decide whether their family can have enough to eat.

Why does the Governor have a headache? If it were the Queen of England, she would have a headache now.

Are the British troops just decorations?

Yes, some people in the current government have also yelled such words during discussions, but anyone with a little sense knows that these words are almost like farts.

Move the British troops?

Do you really think that the Guangdong Military Region across the river is vegetarian?

Psychosis!

There were not many people at the venue who talked to him, and these people quickly calmed down on their own.

Just like the He family, don’t let them do business?

Well, in dealing with the He family, we finally got rid of a Sand King! Even if you want to build a pigsty in Hong Kong, you have to ask him to buy the sand.

What can you do to deal with this person?

Besides, they are afraid of you dealing with them. I don’t see them fighting fiercely with those Yankees in California.