"Well, that's it. Miss, please help me cut off the trademark." To Zhang Yang's surprise, the old man lost his old-fashioned manner and became more polite, giving people a refined feel.
"Okay, okay."
The foreman was so flattered that he quickly ran to the bar and took a pair of scissors to remove all the visible trademarks on the suit. At this time, the foreman did not dare to underestimate this bad old man. The old man matched these clothes himself. From here on,
It can be seen that the old man's taste is very average. The most important thing is that this old man is definitely not a country bumpkin. It can be seen from his request to cut off the trademark immediately. He is not the kind of person who buys brand clothes and wants to hang the trademark on his forehead.
upstart……
"Uncle Li, I feel weird..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but said after the two came out of the store.
"What has changed?" The old man walked slowly, with a warm smile on his face.
"I remember you...ahem...you were very rude..."
The old man looked kindly, sighed, and walked slowly on the pedestrian street with his hands behind his back. This gave Zhang Yang the illusion that this was still the skinny old man in the bookstore who wore pants and vests all day long? He was obviously a successful person with a successful career.
Well!
"Okay, let me talk about it today. Since you asked me to change clothes, something very important must have happened. It means that you have also noticed the importance of dressing. So, let me teach you a lesson by the way...
Many people say that clothes match people, but I think people match clothes. For example, when I am in a bookstore, lying on a couch all day, I come into contact with people who are either selling pancakes or buying vegetables. You can’t ask me
Are you polite when talking to them? Of course, that doesn’t mean you don’t look down on them. If you are polite to a guy who kills pigs and sells meat all day long, people will treat you as a lunatic. At least, they won’t let you blend in with them.
circle..."
"Oh..." Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully.
"I was just a bad old man in the bookstore. I wore shorts and a vest, ate fast food lunch boxes, and was exposed to all kinds of religions. Therefore, being rude and unkempt is the right thing to do. I have to match my status and the clothes I'm wearing.
!”
"Right now, I'm wearing a designer suit. There may be something very important waiting for me. Naturally, I have to match this suit. Wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince, so it's better to wear pants and a vest."
"Zhang Yang, our fate has ended. It won't be long before we go to Africa. I don't know if I will come back. You are the first genius who has excited me in so many years. I can't predict your future, but I am sure.
As long as you don't die, your achievements will make me, a third-rate killer, feel a great honor for knowing you..."
Zhang Yang's face felt hot. This was the first time someone praised him like this, which made him deeply ashamed. Zhang Yang had no ambitions, and he didn't want to live a life of dancing on a knife's edge. He just wanted to find a woman he liked and start a business.
Live a happy life.
"I am a killer. What is a killer? A killer hides in a dark corner and shoots fatal bullets. This is a killer. As a qualified killer, the first thing you need to do is how to hide your whereabouts and how to disappear in slow motion.
If you are slow in the crowd, then you must do it. You can become anyone among the benevolent people, a rich man, a playboy, a high-ranking official, a commoner, or even a beggar... You have to make people unable to remember you.
I know you but can't find you, then you succeed and you become a qualified killer!" There seemed to be a trace of frustration on the old man's face.
"I don't want to be a killer..." Zhang Yang muttered in a low voice.
"Haha, I don't want to be a killer. A salesman? A scientist? A writer? Or a high-ranking official? Which one of these is far from what I just said? Many things are interlinked. When you sell, you naturally talk to people when you see them. Damn it.
To be honest, if you write, you also need a wealth of experience and knowledge. If you don’t have that, whatever you write will be pale and feeble. Life is the real source of writing, and being an official, etc., I can’t imagine even if I don’t say it.
Get, the superior, fickle..."
"The superior ones are fickle..." Zhang Yang stared blankly at the old man in front of him who was walking slowly with his hands behind his back. His heart skipped a beat, as if these words resonated with his thoughts in his memory.
"Haha, this is just for surnames. When you reach the point where you are invincible, you will stick to your words. The superior I am talking about is not the real superior. A real superior can win millions of people for him with a wave of his hand.
One after another, the real superior person waved his hand and made the whole world thunder and storm for him. They kept their word and they moved forward indomitably... No one dared to offend this kind of person. This is the real superior person!
"
"Is there such a person?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little yearning.
"Haha, yes, in history, there was Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, who could dominate the mountains and rivers with force, and he was invincible. There was Zhuge Liang in literature, and millions of soldiers were wiped out in ashes while talking and laughing. On top of the empty city, they drank and played music, and retreated all the soldiers. They relied on force.
One relies on courage, of course, there is still a certain gap between this and the real superior." The old man turned back and said with a smile.
"Ah... Isn't this a real superior?" Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. Among the historical figures he admired most were Xiang Yu and Zhuge Liang. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the old man, they were not considered real superiors.
"The Overlord of Chu used his strength, and Zhuge Liang used his tricks, but they all have a common shortcoming, that is, they are not kings. The real superior must be a king. No one can restrain them, no one controls them, they can do whatever they want.
, turning their hands into rain, they not only make people admired, but also feared!"
"Who?"
"Haha, when it comes to superiors, there are too many. The founding emperor Yanjing in history is considered a superior. I won't say more here. I will just talk about one in modern times and one in modern times. The one in modern times is ours.
The first leader of New China, without him there would be no New China. Of course, there is still a lot of controversy over his merits and demerits, but this does not affect his evaluation as a superior person at all. Looking at the long history of China,
Who has his talents and strategies? Who can conquer mountains and rivers like him?"
"That's it... I cherish the martial arts of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, who were slightly inferior to the literary talents; the Tang Zong and the Song Dynasty were slightly inferior to the wind. The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend the bow and shoot the big eagle... The majestic pass and the road are really like iron, but now I am crossing them from the beginning!
There is a saying, hmm, now that I think about it, it is better to chase down the poor bandits with courage than to become an overlord. These are all good sentences..."
"Hahaha, children can be taught! Well, another modern person will tell you next time, by the way, why did you ask me to change clothes?" The old man suddenly asked, changing the subject.
"Ahhh... Wuwu... Damn old man, I almost forgot when I listened to your lies. Come on, it's so miserable. I won't be able to make it in two hours..." Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that there were people waiting in the hotel.
Suddenly, I was in a hurry. I walked a few steps and jumped to the street to hail a taxi. A car just happened to stop.