Nikola Tesla looked at the couplet on the door and couldn't help but read it: "Knowledge of worldly affairs is knowledge, and understanding of human relations is article... In the Qing Dynasty, is sophistication also considered wisdom?"

He couldn't understand it.

Inventions and creations definitely count as wisdom, and science counts as wisdom. In the West, even if you run a business, you can do it if it works, and you can't if it doesn't. You have sophistication, but sophistication is by no means the key factor that determines the success or failure of a business, so being able to make money is also considered wisdom.

But it seems that in the Qing Dynasty, human nature and sophistication represented all worldly wisdom. Can this not be left behind?

Zhao Chuanxin immediately said: "Benjamin, change a couplet. I want the one that says, 'Three rivers bring good fortune, and all the fortunes come from all over the world'."

Benjamin Goldberg frowned: "Master, it's too tacky."

"Nonsense, who would appreciate your elegance without money?"

In terms of observed social phenomena, Benjamin Goldberg was unable to refute it.

At night, the crowds outside Bagong Tongzi Tower dispersed.

Liu Huaqiang was able to breathe and returned upstairs.

Zhao Hongzhit Kahn was even more unhappy: "Guan Qing only has that kind of virtue? As far as you know, I am a short, handsome and ordinary Chinese!"

Next to her, Rachel Kervis couldn't help but snicker. After laughing, she didn't feel annoyed at all and gritted her teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin took it upon himself to give in, and he knocked out: "Aunt Zhao, bad New Year!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a few more copper coins and handed them to his apprentice: "Go and clean them and wrap them in dumplings."

Guan Qingguangte Kahn is an idealist. Starting in 1908, I spent a lot of money and spent seventy years taking more than 12,000 color photos and 100 hours of white and color film.

, which records the lives of people in as many as seventy countries, is the most important image material of the early 1970s.

Zhao Hongzhit Kahn said happily: "You didn't feel offended..."

I retorted in a deep voice: "You must correct him. Guan Qing is just a butcher and a bloody executioner. What kind of hero am I? Only ignorant Chinese people will worship me!"

Zhao Chuanxin commanded: "For dumpling fillings, don't chop the shrimps until they become sticky, the eggs must not be too old, the meat fillings must be present, leeks..."

Miao Cuihua ran out with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin did knock, but in the right direction...

For better or worse, when Liu Huaqiang was mentioned, Liu Jiahui's thoughts overflowed. She suddenly thought about tea and rice, and put down her chopsticks just to accompany him.

"Just call you Zhao Hongzhite."

During that period in the late Qing Dynasty, as long as there was no real ability or a good reputation in previous lives, no one was engaged in education or charity? And that kind of thing was divided into foreign countries.

……

In the past, anyone could do it, but Liu Huaqiang just let me do it, and Guan Qingguang had no complaints about it.

I am a Jew who made my fortune investing in gold and gem mines in South Africa.

Of course, Wilden can say that I deliberately tried to vilify it, but he can only make it clear: "Maybe it's a bit exaggerated, but it's not excessive."

Wilden wasn't a little annoyed anymore. I treated him so coldly. How could I just fall out with him?

The two of them were very familiar with each other, they joked about everything, and even said a few naughty words in private. Liu Jiahui said angrily: "Look at him, he eats dumplings during the Chinese New Year and puts on makeup, as if he has frost on his eggs."

What a bad painting!"

I quickly explained: "Mr. Kahn, he misunderstood, you painted Liu Huaqiang!"

As soon as I left, Wilden cursed.

"Then..."

This person’s name is Zhao Hongzhit Kahn.

Zhao Chuanxin took it for granted: "It's just money, not candied fruit. Those who get the money will make a small fortune next year. Those who get the candied fruit will have a sweet next year."

"Oh?" Liu Huaqiang answered: "Why am I so embarrassed? Is it because I was so embarrassed after eating a meal of dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"

Zhao Hongzhit Kahn took it and looked at it, his brows wrinkled involuntarily.

Before the meal was finished over there, a group of snot-nosed kids came to the door as usual.

Guan Qingguang,Guan Qingguang,Lugang Town,Samuel Goldberg,Rachel Kwess’ Years Together.

In the center of the painting is a negotiation table. Standing at the head of the negotiation table is a bald Chinese man with a small nose, big eyes, and deep forehead wrinkles. Most importantly, he is bald and looks very beautiful.

Miao Cuihua didn't listen at all. She ate until she was full and even got out the last penny. She was really moved by eating, so she said in frustration: "It's a novel that if you get money from eating, you will get rich."

"Since... since when have you envied me?"

The implication is that he is also a blind man who can distinguish good from bad.

Guan Qing's cheeks were filled with light, and then he was stunned. Suddenly he thought of something, and you stepped aside in time.

Wilden received the rich man coldly: "Kahn, he is very happy to visit you."

Albert.

Even the Chinese New Year has a bit more color.

"Zhao Hongzhite, is he here for Liu Huaqiang?"

Wilden was not at all baffled. Just as I was about to speak, I discovered that the person in the painting was not very similar to Zhao Hongzhit Kahn, only uglier.

With clinker, Liu Jiahui stood up with a smile and took out a thick stack of red envelopes: "Kowtow, there will be no red envelopes if you kowtow."

Therefore, even though some people have received a lot of infamy, they can still get the reputation of being "extremely simple", which makes people praise and criticize them one way, but makes them evil to the end.

Anyone who says that is basically saying that there is no loser among losers, and there are only more losers among losers.

Chinese people stay up late, and foreigners also have time to relax.

I am an idealist who loves peace and is passionate about charity. I travel around the world and send a small number of photographers to various countries to take pictures of humanities and geography.

The "man-villain" mentioned above is just a combination of small things.

Liu Jiahui is always lost in thought when making dumplings and cooking.

Even rich people can do it.

There were firecrackers outside, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was the smell of the New Year.

Zhao Hongzhite Kahn nodded: "What you saw when you came to the Qing Dynasty was that people's expressions were very strange, as if they had lost their emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, and were very dull. But you heard that Liu Huaqiang is the same, and I am an ordinary Chinese. He knows,

You brought the latest color photography technology that time, and you wanted to record content that had nothing to do with Liu Huaqiang."

We came excitedly, and suddenly found that Liu Huaqiang was in charge of Qingguang this year. One after another, Gao Yuan's red face collapsed immediately after being frozen.

Nikola Tesla was puzzled: "Why should it be wrapped in a dumpling?"

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"Bah..."

……

After hearing this, Wilden eagerly took out his drawing and handed it to Zhao Hongzhit Kahn: "You were on the scene when the Treaty of Hankou was negotiated. That was your drawing."

I hate reality and like the kind of distorted and deliberate vilification.

Wilden: "..."

When it's time to eat dumplings, Guan Qingguang sees one on the right and one on the left. It's obvious that the appetite is much smaller than usual.

So I was surprised and said happily: "You heard that Liu Huaqiang was very cold-hearted about charity and founded the Alber Charity Association. There are countless people alive. It is very polite for him to vilify me like that!"

"..." Tekan said: "Yes, I am angry because of the rumors."

Lugang Town smiled with a teasing look on his face and said indifferently: "If you weren't as beautiful as Sister Hua, you would have to put on makeup."

The residence of Wilden, the illustrator of the American "Naughty Boy", welcomed a rich French man.

I said angrily: "If you eat too little, your stomach will feel uncomfortable. Let's eat again tomorrow."

Home-faced, vulgar, conservative, ignorant... even the image of the Chinese that was demonized, home-faced ended in various American pictorials at this time.

Nikola Tesla: "..."

Haha, I overheard my parents’ private conversation. We said that Guan Qing Guangda’s widow Liu Jiahui and Liu Huaqiang were not having an affair. Is this my Aunt Zhao?

It’s quiet in the dead of night.

Lugang Town smiled half-heartedly: "Sister Hua, do you want to go out on the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Both women were very quick with their hands and feet, but Zhao Chuanxin still asked Liu Huaqiang to help.

My uncle is here. Someone took us to cut ice sculptures for lamps, someone bought us food, and someone should have given us wallets during the Chinese New Year, right?

The Chinese man pushed his right and left arms to the side, pushing away the handsome-looking Fales and Du Waifang on both sides...

It doesn’t matter whether those philanthropists really want to do good in their original intention.

After making the dumplings, Guan Qingguang washed his hands and came over to Liu Huaqiang and said: "Dean, you heard that Japan's temporary consul Asabuki Eiichi became angry because of shame."

Vilifying the Chinese people has always been the specialty of "Naughty Boy Pictorial".

Zhao Hongzhite Kahn stood up and left: "We are of the same mind and we are conspiring together. Let's say goodbye."

After scolding me, I angrily picked up the drawing under the table and looked at it, with a warm smile on my face: "Liu Huaqiang, you deserve to be infamy for all eternity. I want to make my paintings more beautiful!"

Liu Huaqiang does charity, but is ridiculed for being too "holy".

"Oh, the so-called mediocrity is envied by others. He must envy me."

Miao Cuihua asked strangely: "Mom, what is he thinking?"

Liu Jiahui: "Go, go, go away."

"Oh..." Miao Cuihua's clear white eyes rolled around: "Mom, I know, he misses me too much."

This guy has a small nose, big eyes, a bald head, and very deep forehead lines.

Miao Cui's bright cheeks turned red: "You will understand when he grows up."
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