I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 600: The Lawsuit!

Chapter 600: The Lawsuit!
At first, Liu Jin was quite proud when Westerners mentioned Bruce Lee in front of him.

But then he understood.

That's just another manifestation of Western arrogance.

It's similar to how we always call Indians "Ah San" when we see them.

This is a stereotype that Bruce Lee imposed on Chinese people.

Anyway, don't think it's a big deal.

Even Heidi was like that.

She probably didn't know the meaning of the name, so she said it jokingly.

Liu Jin could only reschedule for another time to properly teach her about these issues!

……

At eight o'clock, Heidi left!
The opening ceremony is at 4:30 p.m., and she will attend two press conferences before that.

Liu Jin sat on the terrace, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper for a while.

German coffee is awful!
The most authentic coffee in the world is Italian espresso; other coffees are not considered particularly authentic.

Including French cappuccino!
It's drinkable, but better than any iced Americano.

Liu Jin flipped through several mainstream newspapers, and most of the articles were about the upcoming World Cup.

It also includes information about spinach.

But Liu Jin didn't care.

He resolutely avoids gambling and drugs.

Even though he still remembered some information about this World Cup, he still didn't want to touch on it.

I can earn roughly the same income by copying a book that has sold tens of millions of copies, and there's absolutely no risk involved.

Do you really think that the gambling industry can so easily take away tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars from you?
Just kidding!
Behind this, there was bound to be a bloody and turbulent conflict.

Don't you see those gamblers who take away huge sums of money from online gambling? They either end up destitute or disappear without a trace.

This is Europe!
It may not be as free as America, but the death of one person, especially an Asian, is really not a big deal.

In the future, with the internet so advanced, you will be able to access even more information.

But how many tragedies occurred in this era before the internet was so widespread? And how much of it do you know?

What you know is just the tip of the iceberg, not even the tip.

Liu Jin was very careful in this regard.

He never dealt with the gangs in Toulouse.

Even when dealing with people, it's always through Abel; he himself never shows his face.

This can be considered a form of caution.

……

Apart from a few newspapers that published news of Liu Jin's fight, the mainstream media did not report on it much.

Just a fight!

It's not like we're using knives or guns.

Furthermore, during the World Cup, German media wouldn't report on Hanscat's reputation extensively.

As for the newspapers that reported on it, most of them were related to Der Spiegel.

After all, Der Spiegel still wields considerable influence in Germany, and the capital behind it is naturally unwilling to accept such humiliation.

I reckon they'll be even angrier after Frederick files a lawsuit.

But it doesn't matter.

Liu Jin's goal was simply to make that reporter and the weekly magazine behind him suffer through repeated appeals.

He also knew that he couldn't shake the foundation of Der Spiegel.

But just being disgusting to you is enough!
It was only nine o'clock when I finished breakfast.

Liu Jin was about to go back to his room to work out the outline of his new book, "The Big Short," when the phone rang.

It's Mr. An on the phone!
"Liu'er, can't you just shut up for a second?"

So, instead of causing trouble in France, they've gone to Munich to cause trouble? Gone with the peaceful life, now they're fighting with the Koreans, huh?

Mr. An sounded rather helpless on the phone.

Liu Jin turned on his computer, then took his room key, got up, and left.

"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"
If those damn Koreans dare to insult me, I'll dare to fight them.

Besides, I don't have much to talk to them about. If you can resort to violence, don't waste your breath. What's wrong? Do you want me to apologize again?

Upon hearing this, Mr. An knew that the previous incident still left a lingering resentment in Liu Jin's heart.

"Liu'er, you know I didn't mean that."

"You're from Hubei province, can you please stop speaking with a Beijing accent?"

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious laugh reached Liu Jin's ears.

"Liu Tianxian, isn't that right?"

"Yes!"

"You skipped class again?"

Tianxia, on the other end of the phone, immediately sprang up like a hedgehog with its quills stuck in it, rushed to the landline, and angrily shouted, "Liu Jin, you're the one who skipped class! It's a holiday, our school is on holiday, do you understand? I only arrived in Paris yesterday."

"It's only the 9th, and they're already on holiday?"

Liu Jin couldn't help but say, "What kind of lousy school is that? Can't they even teach and nurture students properly?" "Amos..."

Liu Jin couldn't help laughing.

He took the elevator to the underground parking lot, found his ML55, opened the trunk, and took out a tea set.

"Amos, I knew you were unhappy."

But some things...

What I mean is, keep it under control, don't make a huge fuss.

"What, are the Koreans protesting?"

"Could you please stop using the Korean word? It's very impolite."

Mr. An sighed and said, "What did those Koreans... ugh, what did they say?"

"What else could it be? They're Qing Dynasty slaves, you know the origin of their word 'manager'."

Speaking of which, I feel it's necessary to make a suggestion: could we publicize some of the derogatory terms that Westerners, Japanese, or Koreans use against us? For example, the word 'shopkeeper'—a bunch of idiots explain it by saying it's because many of us did business there back then… isn't it just that those people in Taiwan call us 'Qing Dynasty slaves'?

Then this word evolved into Bang language, which sounds similar to "shopkeeper," so is that how this title came about?

Can we please stop glorifying those people and let our fellow countrymen know some of the true history? My biggest takeaway from my six years in Europe is that only China actively excludes our traditional culture from its education system.

"Forehead……"

Mr. An was a little unsure how to respond.

"Alright, alright, I know you're just a gofer and can't make decisions."

But this fight is none of your business, it's my personal matter... Anyway, you guys aren't going to stand up for me, at most you'll say something like "obeying local laws and customs." I got insulted by a Korean, and I can't even fight back?
Let me make this clear first: I'm going to fight this lawsuit, and I'm going to take those bastards' seriously. Not even Jesus could stop me.

"...

Why are you taking it out on me? I've been the one defending you the whole time.

Okay, do whatever you want, I can't stop you... Anyway, you can do whatever you want, just don't kill anyone.

After Mr. An finished speaking, he slammed down the phone.

Liu Tianxian looked at him in surprise, "Dad, you just swore."

"There's no way to have a normal conversation with that bastard."

Before I could finish a sentence, he fired back at me like he was on fire.

This bastard island, wherever he goes, there's no peace... He was shot and assassinated in France, sniped in America, got a Taiwanese version of something in Cannes to express his dissatisfaction, and got into a fight on his first day in Germany.

And also, going back a bit.

He got into a group fight in Venice.

He sought legal representation in Toulouse... He spent three years in Toulouse and fought four lawsuits.

Even if he's trying to bring glory to the country, he should at least pay attention to his methods... But he always resorts to brute force.

Mr. An sat on the sofa, fuming.

The little girl is very thoughtful; she brought him a cup of tea.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal!” Liu Tianxian said, “Dad, you’ve never really lived abroad. Even though you’ve been in France for two years, you’re doing it as a government employee. You haven’t really integrated into French society.”

My mother and I lived in America, so I have some experience with it.

Don't try to reason with foreigners about morality or ethics. You can't reason with them; you're not on the same cultural level.

Amos's method, though somewhat forceful, was the one most easily understood by them.

They don't care at all if you just try to reason with them..."

After hearing this, Mr. An looked up at the little girl.

"Is this your own experience?"

"Not really... it was Amos who said it, but after thinking about it later, I realized it makes a lot of sense."

"Don't learn crooked ideas from that playboy."

After Mr. An finished speaking, he got up angrily and walked out.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"I'm going to work!"

"Your briefcase..."