I fucking doubt there's something wrong with this old man's sexual orientation.
He kept holding my hand, greeting me with greetings, and never let go during the whole meal. Yevgeny looked at me more and more strangely, and Bennett's attitude became more and more sinister.
After all, in front of so many Catholics, I couldn't just withdraw my hand or show off my face. I could only answer his idiotic questions with a grimace, including but not limited to: How old are you, where do you live, and what are your dates?
Hey, when are you planning to get married?
If the Pope is so enthusiastic, why don’t those cardinals below flatter him?
Each of them smiled brighter than the other, and their tone was more ambiguous than the last. Especially when I said that I was from Heilongjiang, a cardinal with silver hair stood up and shouted excitedly: "I have been to Mr. Gu
This is such an honor for your hometown. The river in front of your home should be on the edge of the Korean Peninsula, right?"
"Oh, Shet, Chris, you're a hypocritical guy who only knows how to flatter you. If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. The river on the edge of the Korean Peninsula is obviously the Yalu River."
A drunk cardinal stood up and said, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Gu's hometown should be bordering Vietnam."
"Fake George, the river on the Vietnam border is clearly called the Nu River. In my early years, I drove an A4 there to bomb North Vietnamese factories. You drunkard, don't try to fool me!"
Waving his fist at the man who choked him, the bishop named Chris had a flattering smile on his face: "Mr. Gu, what I said should be right, right?"
I wonder if these white-skinned pigs only know the Nu River and the Yalu River? How come you haven’t frozen to death in the cold weather for ten years?
I was too lazy to refute, so I agreed absentmindedly: "Ah, yes, yes, everything you said is right. There are several rivers in front of our house. In addition to the Nu River and the Yalu River, there are also the Yangtze River and the Songhua River. Everything is right."
Chris, who stood up with the wine glass in hand, was very proud and showed off to the bishop named George, "Look, am I right?"
"You haven't noticed yet? This is obviously because Mr. Gu is taking care of your face and doesn't want to expose you, so get out of here!"
The more they quarreled, the more excited they became, and they looked like they were going to fight.
This scene made Yevgeny curl his lips when he saw it, and I was also a little confused.
Who would have thought that these old men were powerful core members of the Holy See? Those who didn’t know better thought they were just a group of old hooligans and scoundrels gathering together. This was too shabby.
As if sensing my doubts, Albert explained with a smile: "You see, this is our religious atmosphere. Unlike the lifeless Orthodox Church, we don't have so many red tapes.
As a clergy, of course you have to be serious externally, but all the bishops here are good friends of mine when I was young. We can still express our opinions behind closed doors. Democracy always runs through all aspects of our lives. I believe Mr. Gu will like this atmosphere.
"
"I like it, I like it so much."
I really didn’t want to talk to this old guy, but I was somewhat unconvinced by his bragging: “Oh, by the way, Your Holiness, I want to ask you a question, how many black believers are there in your Holy See?”
"Not much, probably about one-fifth of the total."
"Ah, one-fifth, that's quite a lot."
I nodded pretendingly: "With such a large base, why are there no white people among the clergy outside? Including these bishops, there are even no black saints in your Holy See.
So I’m very curious, is it because black people’s beliefs are not devout enough? Or are their abilities not strong enough? I don’t think it should be. In your teachings, doesn’t it say that all people are created equal?”
What I meant when I said this was actually to bury Albert and beat him up, so as not to talk about benevolence, justice and morality in front of me.
But what I didn't expect was that the pope didn't even pretend to be pretentious at all, and answered matter-of-factly: "Black people? Those dirty guys don't deserve to enter the core of the church."
I was dumbfounded by him: "Is this allowed to be said?"
"Why can't you tell me? I consider Mr. Gu a friend, so I have nothing to hide."
Albert sneered: "In recent years, it is because of the dividends of political correctness and the lack of labor force in the industrial revolution that they were lucky enough to get rid of their slave status and receive the same treatment as normal people.
But Mr. Gu can rest assured that within a hundred years, those guys with simple minds and well-developed limbs will definitely return to the class they belong to. They were slaves before, and they will only be worthy of being slaves in the future."
It feels like I take it for granted.
I originally thought that these white people were just hypocritical. On the surface, they said that everyone is created equal, but secretly they discriminated against people of color.
But in fact, I underestimated them. I only say that I am born equal to my own people, and they do not regard black people as human beings at all.
I felt awkward after what he said, so I asked him again: "What about the yellow people? As far as I know, there seem to be quite a few Asians who believe in Christianity, right?"
Albert was speechless for a moment.
"We will discuss this issue later. I am very happy to be able to meet Mr. Gu today."
Without a direct answer, Albert chose to fool him and waved to the bottom of the table: "Linda, haven't you learned to dance before? Come on, stand on the table and dance for us to cheer us up."
Following the direction of Albert's wave, I found a girl in an inconspicuous corner.
She is young, probably in her early twenties. She is wearing a white skirt and has long brown hair. She may have just become a saint and is a little uncomfortable with this kind of situation.
Before Albert called her, she kept her head down. When she heard her name, I saw a look of panic on her face.
Especially after hearing that she was asked to dance, she immediately bit her lips, obviously unwillingly.
But after all, the Pope had spoken, coupled with the applause and cheers of the old men present, the woman named Linda still put on a very fake smile, took off her shoes, stepped forward lightly, stood on the table and started dancing.
"Linda, there are no outsiders here."
Bennett, who had been silent since entering the banquet hall, suddenly said: "You are wearing too much. These bloated clothes cannot show your beautiful figure at all. Take them off."
"Yes, take it off and let Mr. Gu take a good look at your figure."
"Mr. Bennett still has taste, Linda, what are you waiting for?"
"Yes, there are no outsiders here, you don't need to be shy."
A group of old guys also followed suit, making the young woman at the table blush so hard that she felt like she was about to cry.
"Damn it, you bitch didn't you hear me?"
With a 'click' sound, the wine glass suddenly shattered, and Bennett suddenly stood up: "I asked you to take off your clothes, take them off for me!"