The old man speaks Chinese quite well and he can't hear the straightforward and plain sounds of foreigners at all.

If you don’t look at your face and skin color, it’s no different from Chinese people.

"Scholars?"

Uncle Hei was overjoyed and immediately bowed: "Brother Nian, I am not a disciple of the saint. I'm lucky to meet you!"

Puff! ~

This time it was the fat man's turn to squirt.

"Wait, what saint's disciple?"

Sun Nanzheng looked like a look of Li Gui hitting Li Kui. It was a real ghost.

Confucius is a Chinese, and he is also a Chinese. Why is this old man a saint? Is it a saint who is a black man?

Even Goryeo Kanzi dared not say that!

"I, Chaka Abalutta, is a scholar at Confucius Institute. Today I have met my fellow disciples. I have been blessed in three lives and I have been blessed in three lives!"

Uncle Hei is quite concise.

Confucius Institute?!

Damn it!

Sun Nanzheng looked confused. He was just a writer of online novels. He was not even qualified to go to Lu Xun Academy of Literature. His value was much worse than that of Confucius Institute, and even worse. He was almost the same as those of rolling mudslides.

Otherwise, such touching verses would not have been made, "white hair" vs. "iron pot", "floating" vs. "stewing", "green water" vs. "big goose", up and down, and rhymes are in line with the situation before and after.

A Confucian school, flowers bloom inside the wall and fragrant outside the wall. Foreigners are no less than Chinese people who teach Confucius and Mencius as their teachers.

Confucius Institutes are spread all over the world, with 548 Confucius Institutes and 1,193 Confucius classrooms, covering 154 countries. There are nearly two million saints who read books of sages, and even the Supreme Court of the United States was not spared. One of the three sage sculptures facing east was Confucius (Confucius on the left and Solon on the right and Moses in the middle), full of style.

"Good luck, lucky luck!"

Sun Nanzheng quickly reacted.

Damn, Lao Hei is a child of a saint, so what is his own online novel?

"Are you interested in chatting together? I have snacks, Pu'er tea, I treat you, who else? Come together!"

Perhaps because he was bored after getting on the boat, Lao Hei took the initiative to invite him.

A chuckle sounded around. After all, there were many people watching the fun. Most Chinese people were introverted and not good at expressing themselves. In the eyes of foreigners, this was called pretentiousness, and most disputes came from this.

"Okay, OK, together!"

Fatty Sun was in a dilemma and looked at Li Bai, who was only one steel plate separated by a little embarrassedly.

Lao Hei made him a little scared.

The stepped balcony has only one thin steel plate between each other, which can be easily turned in, screwed off, and removed the steel plate, which is an open corridor.

"Together! I have some snacks, too."

Li Bai nodded, just as he was to give Sun Nanzheng courage.

Then I heard reporter Ximen who was in the same room as Fatty Sun respond in the room: "I'm still there! I'm the one."

Making friends, multiple news channels, fully meet the work needs of journalists

"Excellent, great! I brought mahjong, Paijiu, ah! ah!"

Finally someone responded to his invitation, and there was more than one. Chaka Abalutta clapped his hands on the balcony, playing rhythm, like a chimpanzee jumping around, obviously someone was crazy.

The cruise ship is long, not just one or two days, so you naturally have to learn to find fun. If you can't make some new friends, the journey will become quite boring.

Li Bai carried a large bag of pistachios and figs, and found Lao Hei's guest room with Sun Nanzheng and Ximen Dong. There were two floors separated from both sides. The balcony had a clear view and could see each other clearly.

"Wow, I'm still carrying something. You're welcome, you're welcome. Everyone can call me Chaka, or Chaka, Kaka, Lao Cha, Lao Ka."

Seeing the bag in Li Bai's hand, Lao Heichaka Abalutta looked surprised.

"Figs, pistachios, just tea."

Li Bai saw the wooden tea tray placed in the room, which weighed at least ten pounds, making it difficult for the other party to carry it on the boat.

"Come on, drink tea and tea. There are so many teas in China. I like Pu'er and Tieguanyin the most. By the way, there are also Kuding."

Chaka Abalutta led Li Bai and others to the tea tray to sit down, and there were many chairs in the room.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

There was another knock on the door. As the owner, Chaka immediately opened the door and saw a young man holding an exquisite cardboard box standing outside the door, and then bowed solemnly.

"My Japanese, Qin Yulong, come to have tea too."

Another idle person.

"Ah! Japanese people really can't tell. Welcome, are your surname Qin or Qin Yu?"

Chaka Abalutta happily gave up the other party.

"I'm a descendant of Qin Shihuang."

The young man is tall and strong, and wears a baseball cap.

"A descendant of Qin Shihuang? I'll give you full marks when I pretend to be so arrogant!"

Sun Nan, who had already sat down, was giving a thumbs up.

Goryeo Kanzi dared not say that. In order to express his relationship with China, the Japanese have really fought hard and are so good at putting gold on their faces.

"It's true, but it's not a descendant of Qin Shihuang, but a descendant of Qin people."

Li Bai, who has learned some Japanese history, does not feel that the other party is bragging or showing off.

The Qin family in Japan is indeed a Chinese ethnic group. Not only the Qin family, but also Haneda and Hatano, which is another matter to the Chinese people who borrowed their seeds.

Like Hatano Yui, or something, it can also be called Qin Yui.

"What a Qin man?! This old man is so awesome!"

Lao Hei gave a thumbs up, and under Confucius, he gained knowledge again.

"Hehe, yes!"

This is also a blessing from the Chinese saying that if it were from other countries, Qin Yulong would probably have to fight hard.

Even with the blood of the Qin people, the mixed blood has become the only Qin family that has long been naturalized. Who said that the emperor of the Japanese was almost the last time, and the surname of Qin was Qin?

"Qin Shihuang is the Ying surname of Zhao, and the Qin family of Japan, one is Zhao and the other is Qin. The clan is above the surname and the name is after the surname, so it is naturally impossible to have any blood relationship. Since he can cross the sea and land on the island, he should be the descendant of the great nobles."

Reporter Ximen has a broader range of knowledge and is more familiar with history.

"Yes, there is another clan! I have heard a joke that Qin Shihuang's surname is Qin!"

Fatty Sun transformed into a joke writer and dug out this joke from his memory.

"Hahaha, I think so too."

After being stunned, Chaka Abalutta burst into laughter.

Li Bai smiled but said nothing, but looked at Qin Yulong, a descendant of the Japanese Qin family beside him.

The latter had no anger on his face, but just laughed awkwardly.

The Japanese are so nonsense, and the Qin family is still good. After Emperor Meiji issued the "Admission Order for the Common People's Miao", he asked ordinary people who did not have a surname to give their surnames. That's nonsense!

Ximen Dong continued: "Just like a poor family, many people have been misunderstood."

"Sit down first, I'll make tea. Don't look at my black hands, it's actually very clean. I just washed it with hand sanitizer, and I'm very healthy, so don't worry."

Fearing that Li Bai and others were misunderstood, Chaka Abalutta signaled his hands directly and in reverse. He said this in advance, and was indeed a Huaxia master, and even the small psychological details of the Chinese can be taken into account.

At this time, on the tea tray

"It's okay, you're honest!"

Li Bai's glazed heart scanned the residual substances of hand sanitizer in the other party's palm lines.

"Hehe, thank you, thank you!"

Perhaps Chaka has been misunderstood a lot, so he immediately dismantled a piece of the packaged tea cake, without using any tea knife and needle. He broke it with his hand and took off a small piece of tea leaf.

Tea cakes are the most traditional raw tea. Big Leaf Qizi is not considered a top-notch good tea. In the food rations, they can only be middle-class and top-notch, gather two or three friends, fragrant tea, snacks, and chat, and life is very fast.

The tea leaves were put into the purple clay pot, poured boiling water, washed the tea, and washed the cup. After this, the slightly yellow tea water was poured into the cup in front of everyone. Lao Hei was still muttering in his mouth: "Phoenix nodded three times!"

I don’t know who I learned this style from, but after clicking the spout three times, I filled a cup.

The tea cup is not large in size, only enough for one bite, barely stuffed into a thumb, and a pot is only enough for four cups, and you have to add more water.

"please!"

After pouring five cups, Chaka reached out to signal.

He picked up the delicate small cup in front of him, looked up and down, then put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly. Qin Yulong nodded and praised: "Scent, good tea!"

I almost forgot that the Japanese devils are also quite a nation that can show off.

"Stirrible!"

Sun Nanzheng stuck out his tongue and told him his feelings straightforwardly.

He prefers to drink coffee, which can refresh his mind, and is definitely a good product for writing skills.

Reporter Ximen is also a good at drinking tea. After putting down the cup, he asked: "How much does it cost to buy it?"

Chaka made a gesture and gestured: "Taobao, this piece is eighty!"-
Chapter completed!