Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 260 If I can't beat Zhen Zidan, can't I beat a foreigner?

At noon, Qi Hui and the others put down their guns and loosened the earmuffs that were pinching their cheeks sore.

Even the most fun things can get a bit boring after playing them for so long.

Moreover, firearms are not toys; there are numerous safety regulations governing them, and you need to be careful about all aspects.

There were also deafening gunshots and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

It's fine once or twice, but after a few times you start to get tired of it.

The group packed their things and prepared to return to the hotel to rest.

However, just as I entered the club lobby, ready to pay and leave...

Two middle-aged white people, a man and a woman, walked towards us. They looked somewhat alike, perhaps siblings.

Qi Hui and his companions paid little attention to the two men, but for some reason, the two suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at Qi Hui and his group, and shouted:

"Oh God, does the gun club also have animal shows?"

"I've never seen a yellow-skinned monkey perform in a circus before!"

The sound was quite loud, and there was no attempt to conceal it.

A large group of people quickly turned their attention to the scene, watching the spectacle with amusement, and even picked up beer and cola to drink with great interest.

When watching a play, you naturally need some entertainment.

Shaming Black people is considered racial discrimination and carries legal consequences.

But humiliating Asians comes at a very low cost, or rather, no cost at all.

They have no human rights in the United States.

This blatant discrimination made Wu Jing and the others' faces darken, and they instantly became angry.

Qi Hui touched his nose and shrugged helplessly.

If he hadn't traveled from the era of the information explosion, he would have been just as furious as Wu Jing and the others in this situation.

But now...

“Hey, buddy,” Qi Hui called out, “you and your mom look like an older sister and younger brother.”

"Wow, are you from the Appalachian region? I heard that your women often get their upper bodies stuck in closets and can't move."

Qi Hui has plenty of ways to break through the Americans' defenses.

"Hahahahaha-"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in laughter.

A bunch of Americans were laughing so hard they were practically falling over, and two of them even fell off their chairs.

He didn't care at all after falling to the ground, and continued to laugh while clutching his stomach.

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and Lu Yang were all dumbfounded. Was it really that funny?

They didn't know that the Appalachian region is a mountainous area in the eastern United States, in southern New York State, named after the Appalachian Mountains.

It's poor, backward, uncultured, ignorant, and has chaotic relationships... These are all stereotypes Americans have about that area.

The joke about the San Guinness washing machine comes from the Appalachian region.

People all over America dislike the chaos and complexity there and often make jokes about it.

Even their former Vice President Cheney joked about it at a press conference.

In addition to these, there is a splatter movie called "Wrong Turn," which is set in West Virginia in the Appalachian region.

Those ferocious and deformed cannibals are, in the setting, the offspring of ordinary people with chaotic ethical relationships.

Qi Hui's words immediately tickled the Americans' funny bone, and they pointed at the brother and sister and burst into laughter.

Even among Americans, there is regional discrimination.

The east and west coasts look down on each other, the north looks down on the south, and the south looks down on the rednecks in the central region.

Then, everyone looked down on the Appalachian region.

"Don't eat the pickled radishes!" the middle-aged white man roared.

Faced with so many people mocking him, he suddenly became furious.

He threw down his hat and walked towards Qi Hui and the others.

"Hey buddy, why aren't you using a gun?" A white man in the distance grinned and laughed.

It’s not too big to watch the bustle.

The middle-aged white man glared at him fiercely. He wasn't stupid. Discriminating against Chinese people was one thing, but if someone died, that would be a huge problem.

They are not to be trifled with.

"Wow, how come your brain is still so sharp?" someone teased. "Looks like your mother and you aren't really that closely related by blood."

"Hahahaha-"

A group of people were slapping the table, laughing so hard they were almost falling over, tears streaming down their faces.

The middle-aged white woman couldn't hold back any longer. She walked over to the person who was laughing the loudest, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to fight.

The middle-aged white man on the other side also walked towards Qi Hui and his group.

Wu Jing sneered, cracked his neck, and said, "If I can't beat Zhen Zidan, I can beat you foreigners."

However, Qi Hui did not give him a chance to make a move.

Qi Hui walked to the front of the group and slowly took out a yellow talisman paper, on which was drawn complex runes of the Wang Lingguan protective talisman. Qi Hui spread the talisman paper open with both hands and showed it to everyone present.

As they looked at this thing, the voices of those present gradually murmured, some filled with fear.

This thing looks like something from a wizard.

Even the angry middle-aged white man stopped in his tracks, hesitant to go any further.

Let alone foreigners, even in China, if you're arguing with someone and they pull out a talisman, you'd be scared!

But the middle-aged white man didn't run away either.

Running away directly would be a bit embarrassing.

Qi Hui curled his left fingertips and pinched his right two fingers together.

Sparks flickered, igniting the talisman paper, and the flames slowly burned.

Qi Hui flicked his wrist and threw it directly at the middle-aged white man.

Wu Jing and the others watched this series of actions with extremely strange expressions.

Lu Yang had already pulled out his camera when the other party started discriminating against him.

Whether it's useful or not, take a picture first.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Upon seeing this, the Americans watching instantly changed their expressions and screamed as they frantically retreated.

I don't know what's going on, but who would dare to get close to something like this?

The ashes scattered in front of the middle-aged white man, accompanied by a gust of hot air.

The smell of burning slowly lingered in the hall.

"Fuck!" The middle-aged white man panicked, his face turning pale and sweat beading on his forehead. "What did you do?"

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

The middle-aged white man shouted repeatedly.

"Hehehe... Good luck!" Qi Hui chuckled strangely, deliberately making the "hehehe" sound very clear.

Now, the middle-aged white man was even more panicked.

That laughter is terrifying!
As he spoke, Qi Hui led Guo Fan and the other two away, leaving a group of foreigners bewildered and scared.

"Damn it... no, friends, don't go..." The middle-aged white man took a while to react and hurriedly tried to catch up with Qi Hui and the others.

But Qi Hui and his three companions had already gotten into the car and left.

In the car.

"How did you set that piece of paper on fire?" Wu Jing asked curiously.

"A simple little magic trick." Qi Hui showed off the lighter in his wrist.

He leveled up his Magic Mastery skill, practiced it yesterday, and felt it was pretty good.

"Holy crap, isn't this my lighter?" Wu Jing exclaimed, his eyes wide.

So you stole it, you little rascal!

Guo Fan stared at Qi Hui for a long time before finally managing to utter, "Qi Hui, you're so slutty!"

That stuff was just yellow paper and red ink, but that foreigner probably couldn't sleep.

"Hahaha... They actually fall for that." Lu Yang slapped his thigh and laughed as he drove.

"The amulet has truly become amulet." He couldn't help but break down.

"When you go abroad in the future, learn more about the local knowledge and history," Qi Hui said. "When you encounter discrimination from others, don't just get angry, learn to fight back."

"I learned it!"

The three nodded in agreement, expressing their shared empathy.

Next time I go to France, I'll breastfeed France.
When you go to the UK, talk about George Blake and the Cambridge Five.

When you go to Germany, talk about the Holy Roman Empire, which is neither holy nor Roman, nor an empire.

Why not talk about Seele? Because talking about Seele is most appropriate for Americans.

Combat strength unknown, but only offensive and no defensive!

"What are we going to do this afternoon?" Wu Jing asked.

I've been in Los Angeles for a while now, played with guns, and shopped at malls... The malls here are just so-so. Most of the products are from China, just with the product names changed to English and the packaging made more American.

If you look through any luxury brand, you'll see the "made in China" label.

"How about... we go browse their flea market?" Guo Fan suggested after thinking for a moment.

"Uh...why?" Wu Jing was also a little confused.

"Let's go buy some American-made stuff," Guo Fan said. "Besides the flea market, there's not much American-made stuff left."

Go buy something, as a souvenir later.

"Uh……"

The group was taken aback; it actually made a lot of sense.
Qi Hui thought about it and then agreed.

It's said that the flea markets in the US are very exciting. They used to have things like black skulls and Native American scalps. Although they're not as wild now, there should still be plenty of good stuff.

(End of this chapter)