The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

These three people clearly have Chinese faces, but they imitate foreigners in every gesture. The little boy, in particular, speaks English all the time, which makes him stand out in the Chinese-dominated food court.

Although the guesthouse often receives foreign guests, most of them are genuine Westerners. It is rare to see a Chinese person dressed in such a Western style who speaks English so fluently.

What's even more outrageous is that the little boy bluntly said the dining area had a strange smell, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the guesthouse's catering department in the face.

The catering manager quickly came out to greet him, smiling obsequiously, "Comrade, I'm the manager here, my surname is Huang. How can I help you?"

Instead of reprimanding his son for his rudeness, the Chinese man arrogantly raised his chin and said in English, "We are foreign guests. Your dining environment is too chaotic. Please arrange a private room for us."

Manager Huang and the guesthouse staff were fluent in English, having served many foreign guests, but that was only with genuine foreigners. Now, facing this familiar Chinese face and listening to his affected English, Manager Huang felt as if he had swallowed a fly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But he maintained his professional demeanor and explained with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, we only have two private rooms here, and they've both been booked in advance. Could you three please wait a moment?"

"What?" The man frowned instantly, his tone full of impatience. "You actually made me wait? Do you know who I am?"

Whispers came from behind Liang Zhe. Someone whispered and complained, "He has yellow skin, but he insists on speaking English like an eagle. It's really embarrassing."

"Absolutely! They're obsessed with foreign things to the core, ugh!"

Before Manager Huang could respond, the woman next to the man spoke up in a shrill voice.

"My husband is George Young, a professor at Caltech! He enjoys both research and military stipends from the United States, and he's here as Professor Enlip's special advisor and translator! If you anger my husband, he'll have Professor Enlip raise the price of your cooperation terms, and you'll regret it then!"

These words only fueled the murmurs: "We thought he was some important person, but he's just a translator."

"Look at how arrogant they are, they've probably forgotten who their ancestors were!"

The surrounding jeers rose and fell, and the crowd despised such obsequious people the most, with many casting disdainful glances at them without any attempt to hide it.

But George Yang didn't care at all. Instead, he patted his son's head and boasted in English, "Henry, do you see? If you don't have money and status, you'll just be like these people forever, stuck in this garbage country, breathing this inferior air."

The words "trash country" instantly angered everyone present. Liang Zhe frowned, and a sharp rage flashed in his eyes!

He could overlook Yang Qiaozhi's arrogance, but he could never tolerate him insulting his own country!

Someone was faster than him, already standing up abruptly, seemingly about to reprimand Yang Qiaozhi. But the person next to him quickly tugged at his sleeve, lowering his voice to advise, "Comrade, don't be impulsive! This man has already obtained British citizenship. If we take action, and he causes trouble at the British embassy, ​​it will be detrimental to the negotiations between the two countries. We can't bear that responsibility!"

Everyone knew that the United Kingdom was currently negotiating cooperation with the Great Xia, and Yang Qiaozhi had clearly grasped this point, which was why he dared to be so arrogant.

He had calculated that, out of consideration for the bigger picture, no one would dare to do anything to him.

Upon hearing this, the man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately sat back down slowly. Liang Zhe also took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. A small act of impatience could ruin a great plan; for the sake of the nation and for the sake of not interfering with Professor Qian's negotiations, he had no choice but to endure.

Seeing that everyone was angry but dared not speak out, Yang Qiaozhi became smug and urged Manager Huang sharply, "Can you make room for us or not? Hurry up! Don't delay our meal!"

"I'm so sorry, Mr. George, there are no private rooms available. You'll have to wait a while." Manager Huang suppressed his anger and deliberately softened his tone.

He was too lazy to call the other person "comrade" anymore; such a person didn't deserve it.

"Daddy, I'm hungry..." Adults can wait, but six-year-old Henry can't stand it and starts crying while clutching his stomach.

His mother, Mary Qin, gave her son an impatient look and turned to George Yang, saying, "Fine, let's just have this meal for now. We'll go out for roast duck for dinner."

"Mommy, I want to eat roast duck! I want to eat roast duck right now!" Henry immediately started crying and making a fuss.

"I said you'd make do with this meal first, aren't you hungry?" Mary snapped irritably, turning to exchange her meal voucher. She glanced at the menu, deliberately smoothing her temples, and said in English, "Your food is too oily, it's unhealthy. I'll pay twenty dollars for two plates of stir-fried vegetables and meat, remember, less oil and less salt."

Twenty US dollars, at the exchange rate at the time, was equivalent to more than two hundred yuan, which was a huge sum of money. Everyone knew that they were deliberately showing off their wealth and flaunting their "capabilities," but they also had to admit that the other party was indeed very rich.

Seeing the surprised look on the waiter's face, Mary's vanity swelled even more. A contemptuous smile curled at the corner of her lips as she muttered under her breath, "Hmph, country bumpkin, never seen the world."

As she spoke, she pulled out two US dollars and tossed them away with extreme arrogance, as if they were scraps of paper. Then, she took Henry's hand and swaggered to the table in the middle of the dining area, sitting down as if she were a high-ranking noble.

The waitress trembled with anger as she watched the falling US dollars. Just as she was about to explode, Manager Huang quickly gave her a wink and whispered, "Forget it, don't stoop to the level of such a petty person. Put the twenty dollars on the tab; we've still made a profit. It's not worth getting worked up over money."

The waiter gritted his teeth, barely managing to suppress his anger, and turned to go to the kitchen to place the order.

After the Yang family of three sat down, they showed absolutely no manners. Yang George crossed his legs and complained from time to time about the poor environment and filth; Mary took out a small mirror to touch up her makeup and picked at the tableware on the table; Henry was even more unruly, stepping on the stool next to him several times and banging his fork on the plate, making a lot of noise.

A waiter approached and gently tried to dissuade him, but George Yang simply threw out several US dollars and arrogantly shouted in English, "It's just a few broken chairs! Here's the money, buy ten more, twenty more, my son can step on them all he wants!"

This scene filled everyone present with righteous indignation. Some people couldn't bear it any longer and simply pushed away their bowls and chopsticks, angrily leaving the table; others took their utensils and hurriedly moved to a corner far away from them, out of sight and out of mind.

Liang Zhe took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He wanted to rush up and beat the family of three to a pulp countless times, but when he thought of Professor Qian's negotiations and the trouble that might be brought to the country, he could only suppress his impulse.

Sweetie, sitting to the side, keenly sensed that something was wrong with her father. She reached out her little hand and quietly took Liang Zhe's hand, asking softly, "Daddy, are you angry?"

Liang Zhe forced a smile and gently patted his daughter's head: "It's okay, Tian Tian, ​​eat quickly, and Daddy will take you out to play after you finish eating." He really didn't want to stay here for another minute; just looking at this family of three made him feel disgusted.