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Chapter 280 Unworthy of this song

"alright."

Cao Jian did not refuse Zhang Baizhi's request.

I have to say, this girl is growing up really fast. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a really good figure.

A girl like that would definitely be the center of attention at school, with countless suitors.

But now it's our food, something we can eat anytime.

Especially when it comes to buying underwear, anyone who isn't a fool knows what's going on.

You're just trying to tell me that you've grown up.

Don't worry, after a while, your godfather will definitely take good care of you.

"Godfather, you're so good to me, I like you so much."

Upon seeing that Cao Jian had agreed to buy him underwear, Zhang Baizhi, while hoping the plane would fly faster, leaned directly into his godfather's arms.

It's not surprising that the two of them often do this at home.

However, as Cao Jian held her, the thought of the girl wanting to buy underwear caused some changes in his heart. In particular, the girl's fair and smooth skin, as white as milk, kept touching his body, making him look forward to the moment when he would devour the girl.

"Godfather, you're bad!"

Zhang Baizhi suddenly sensed something was wrong with Cao Jian. Although he was shy, he hugged Cao Jian even tighter.

"It seems the relationship between these two is about to take a leap forward."

The women in the back row, seeing this situation, didn't know what to say.

The plane did not speed up because of the little girl's expectations. More than ten hours later, the plane landed in Paris.

As soon as Cao Jian got off the plane, he smelled a strange odor.

"Is this Paris?"

Cao Jian simply couldn't understand how a prestigious international metropolis and tourist destination could smell of urine.

Last time I accompanied Wang Fei to Europe, thankfully we didn't go to Paris.

Fortunately, the World Cup is about to start, and there are World Cup promotional signs everywhere in the city, so the football atmosphere is still quite strong.

"Godfather, why are there so many Black people?"

However, along the way, several people noticed that about 30% of the people had dark skin, as if they were in Africa.

Cao Jian laughed and said, "Hehe, the Gallic rooster is almost turning into a Gallic black rooster."

"Ha ha."

The women burst into laughter at his words, but Cao Jian couldn't laugh.

He had lived in Guangzhou, where there was a place that, in a few years, would be taken over by black people.

Black people have a really strong reproductive capacity.

With a sigh, the group arrived at the hotel they had booked and settled in.

Everyone had been on a plane for more than ten hours. Although they were in first class, the women fell asleep as soon as they arrived at the hotel.

Only the little girl, Zhang Baizhi, was still full of energy: "Godfather, come with me to buy clothes."

"Let's rest for a bit before we go."

No, I won't.

"Ok."

Faced with the coquettish young woman, Cao Jian could only take her to the nearby Champs-Élysées.

Currently, China is developing rapidly, and ordinary people are just beginning to be able to afford decent food. Not many people have the money to travel to Europe.

The two held hands, like a young couple, walking down the streets of Paris.

Cao Jian is only 25 years old, and because he looks young, he looks about 22 or 23.

Zhang Baizhi is almost eighteen years old. The two of them walking together don't look out of place at all. The young girl is outstanding in appearance and exceptionally beautiful, attracting a lot of attention.

There were even occasional whistles from Black people towards Zhang Baizhi.

Only when they saw several burly bodyguards not far behind the two did they dare not go forward to cause trouble.

Soon, the two arrived at a lingerie store.

"Godfather, this is so beautiful."

"This feels so comfortable."

"Godfather, can you help me pick one out?"

The little girl was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of goods, and the price was completely irrelevant to her.

Just then, a blonde saleswoman came over and started talking in French, but Cao Jian didn't understand a word of it.

But judging from the other person's expression, they clearly looked disgusted.

"Isn't this too cliché?"

A flock of crows flew overhead, leaving Cao Jian speechless.

Is this a signal for me to show off?
Your bodyguards are outside the door, otherwise you would be in this state.
However, this also shows that in the eyes of these foreigners, Chinese people seem to represent poverty. He said in English, "What did you say?"

Seeing that Cao Jian didn't understand French, the saleswoman became even more disdainful and said in English, "Sir, if you're not going to buy anything, please tell your girlfriend not to touch things inappropriately."

After speaking, he gently patted the merchandise that Zhang Baizhi had just touched.

"hehe."

Although the other party spoke politely, they clearly looked down on Chinese people.

This was in the 1990s, and in the eyes of foreigners, they were not the kind of people who were foolish and rich.

The sales clerk's eyes and actions just now were exactly like the man in the suit who chased Ah Xing away in "Shaolin Soccer".

Cao Jian smiled faintly, then said to the saleswoman who wasn't bad-looking, "Miss, you're very pretty. Would you like to come with me for a drink later?"

"No, thanks."

The saleswoman not only refused, but also stood by and watched the two of them, as if she was afraid that something would be stolen.

"Hey"

Cao Jian sighed. "In another ten years or so, when Chinese people come to your shop, you'll probably act like they're the bosses."

It seems that, from an individual to a nation, having money and power is the only true measure of success.

He pointed to the styles he and Zhang Baizhi liked, deliberately called over another sales clerk, and said with a smile, "Wrap up all these styles for me."

The first saleswoman glanced at Cao Jian disdainfully and said to her colleague, "Don't rush to pack it up, or he might not be able to pay later."

This is the Champs-Élysées, where only big brands can open stores. A single piece of underwear here is extremely expensive. The dozen or so styles Cao Jian pointed to would cost at least fifty or sixty thousand francs.

Cao Jian ignored the two women and turned to Zhang Baizhi, asking, "What size do you want?"

"It should be D, I'm sure of it."

Zhang Baizhi pretended not to know, then whispered in Cao Jian's ear, "Why don't you help me measure it, godfather?"

"Little girl, don't think like that!"

Although Cao Jian glanced at Zhang Baizhi's head, he thought to himself, "Has this little girl already gotten such a good figure?"

We definitely need to increase the quantity, but unfortunately not now.

Cao Jian, however, seemed somewhat hopeful about this.
After thinking for a moment, Cao Jian said to the second sales clerk, who looked at him with some skepticism, "Wrap up all the underwear I just saw. I'll buy them all, and I'll take sizes D and E."

As he spoke, he took out a wad of banknotes from his bag.

"Ok sir."

The saleswoman was overjoyed to see so much money.

So this Chinese man is really rich. But why is he buying so much underwear?
Even if it were given to a young girl, wouldn't she have to wear it for several years?

Little did she know that Cao Jian had many girlfriends, and these lingerie would be perfect gifts to take back, plus she could enjoy a lingerie show.

The sales clerk who had worked there earlier was now filled with deep regret.

The commission I was about to receive is gone just like that.

Looking at the banknotes in Cao Jian's hand, she suddenly thought that this Chinese man was quite handsome.

Before long, everything Cao Jian wanted was packed up, and the two sales clerks were shocked to see that this Chinese man actually had bodyguards.

The woman who had just been serving Cao Jian couldn't help but step forward and flatter him, saying, "Sir, didn't you just say I'm pretty and offer to buy me a drink? I can ask for leave right now."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, showing off his strengths.

"You are very beautiful, but it's a pity you have a problem with your eyes."

After saying that, he took Zhang Baizhi and left with a smile, leaving the two men looking on in surprise.

"Godfather was so cool just now."

Seeing the saleswoman's surprised and disappointed look, Zhang Baizhi felt extremely pleased and gave his godfather a thumbs up.

"Snob."

Cao Jian didn't want to show off, but unfortunately, the status of Chinese people is too low now, so he had no choice but to do so.

But he didn't feel any pleasure at all; on the contrary, he felt very uncomfortable.

You can pretend to be rich if you have money, but what about other Chinese people?
"I truly hope that China can rise to prominence soon."

Thinking about how the Chinese people are now looked down upon by Westerners, Cao Jian felt an even stronger hatred for the Manchu Qing dynasty with its queues.

If it weren't for the queue, would Chinese people be looked down upon like this?

Once I return to China, as long as someone is making a drama about Qing Dynasty characters, I will make other dramas too, determined to steal the spotlight from Qing Dynasty dramas.

Furthermore, the song "Borrowing Five Hundred Years from Heaven" is even more unpleasant to listen to.

If God really gave us five hundred years, we might still be living with pig tails now.

He was not a nationalist, but he knew that the Qing Dynasty dramas were deliberately created by some people and had caused endless harm.

I must use this song for the original "The Great Hero Zheng Chenggong" so that the drama won't be forgotten.

Kang Mazi is completely unworthy of this song!
(End of this chapter)