It is said that 'the moon in foreign countries is rounder', and to put it bluntly, it is because there is not enough sight, and there is no one who comes out to see it with his own eyes.

There are roughly two kinds of Han people living in foreign countries: 'elites' and 'non-elites'; to put it mildly, the real elites can live a comfortable life wherever they go, and the foreign country in their mouths must be heaven; the other kind of non-elites?

We can't just see thieves eating meat and not seeing thieves being beaten, so what is the specific life in a foreign country?

Zhang Cuijian frowned and looked at Xiaowen: "Shut up, you have compassion, have you forgotten how we were treated in Spain?"

After hearing this, Xiaowen stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Zhang Cuijian said: "Brother Yang, don't blame Xiaowen, the child is young and ignorant, and he can't talk with his brain!"

Yang Meng asked curiously, "What happened in Spain?"

Zhang Cuijian said: "Didn't I just go to the West to extract my teeth? ”

Yang Meng looked envious: "Ah, have you gone to Camp Nou? I really want to go to Camp Nou to watch the game, and I must go over to see it if I have the chance。。。。。。 What happened to you in Barcelona?"

Zhang Cuijian said: "We are regarded as thieves by countless people in Barcelona! The locals are especially sick in the brain, and there are many thieves there? As a result, people have developed a habit that whenever they see a stranger, they will first touch their pockets to check whether they have been stolen." We're both being treated like thieves countless times there, and we're so sick!

Yang Meng laughed after hearing this, and shook the 50,000 euros in his right hand: "In fact, you just don't have any money now!"

Zhang Cuijian was nervous: "Brother Yang, you are my brother, let's let people surround you! Don't dangle this money anymore, you're afraid that there won't be many people blocking us, right?"

As soon as his voice fell, a man next to him was already in a hurry, and he reached out to grab the money in Yang Meng's hand. As a result, he pounced, and the money in Yang Meng's right hand didn't know when it had reached his left hand, and the man fell to the ground directly because he used too much force.

"Fat Zhang, I told you that only those who are unable to protect their assets should 'not expose their wealth', and these people want to rob me of my money?" Yang Meng said with a smile on her face.

As a result, the man fell to the ground and fell into a mess, and the gypsies on the scene were like blowing up their nests, and they didn't know what they were saying, but it was their own language anyway. However, according to Yang Meng's analysis, it should be: Han people beat people and something like that. Anyway, after shouting, a group of people and women chattered endlessly, as if accusing, the children were crying on the side, and those men kept pushing Yang Meng------- but their eyes never left the money in Yang Meng's hand.

"Police, don't you care?" Yang Meng shouted at the policemen over there, although those policemen couldn't understand it, they were all looking at themselves, and they must know what Yang Meng meant.

A policeman wanted to step forward, but a policeman next to him grabbed him and spread his hands to Yang Meng, meaning that he couldn't do anything.

Yang Meng just wanted to do it, but he heard a shout of 'Ada', and saw the white young man who was setting up a stall there just now to sell empty bamboos pushed away the crowd and rushed in, first on the side of the 'Ada Ada' gesture a few punches and kicks, and then quarreled with the group of gypsies, Yang Meng was also a little confused: the key is that I still don't understand what this young man said: It's not like English, it's not like French, what kind of language is this?

Zhang Cuijian asked Yang Meng: "Brother Yang, what are they talking about?"

Yang Meng shrugged: "How do I know? ”

Xiaowen on the side spoke: "It should be Germanic." ”

Yang Meng was stunned: "How do you know?"

"My college roommate studied Germanic and I sounded like that. Xiaowen replied.

"University, what are you studying?" Yang Meng looked at this Xiaowen's image and conversation, but it really didn't look like she was highly educated.

As a result, Zhang Cuijian answered his question: "What is designed for children but liked by adults?"

Yang Meng shook his head and couldn't think of an answer.

"Xiaowen is a preschool education professional!" Zhang Cuijian replied.

Xiaowen on the side pretended to be angry and pushed Zhang Cuijian.

Zhang Cuijian was a little excited: "This is to stand up and uphold justice? Even if he is a foreigner, I have to say that he is worthy of being a person who practices martial arts! Now we are fine, right?"

Yang Meng pouted: "He?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a gypsy man directly push the young man who was shaking the bamboo, and pushed the young man to his feet.

"It's a useless showcase. Yang Meng said to Zhang Cuijian: "I don't know the basic steps, at first glance, I look like the kind that has not even been rooted in the horse steps, and there are no roots under my feet." ”

However, although the white guy was pushed, he was not stunned, and directly screamed 'Ada', and kicked the gypsy man who pushed him sideways.

And the gypsy man was obviously more experienced in combat, and after dodging this kick, he punched the young man directly in the face, knocking the young man straight out, and a group of gypsies saw this scene and burst into laughter.

Yang Meng was surprised by another thing: "Damn, I don't care if I do it?"

He was talking about the police officer next to him.

Not only did they not care, but they also looked lively there with cigarettes in their mouths.

Di Wei said: "Master, is it because this young man is German?"

After he finished speaking, Yang Meng and the others suddenly realized that it was really possible.

Needless to say, the Gallic and Germanic people fell in love with each other and killed each other, the struggle for thousands of years did not stop, and the one-month surrender of Gaul in World War II became their eternal shame; after the establishment of the European Union in peacetime, these two countries wanted to be the boss, but as a result, the small countries in Europe caused by an epidemic were eager to let Han be the boss------- their own two bosses were unreliable!

The white guy who was punched got up from the ground and wanted to fight, Yang Meng grabbed him, he said a lot to Yang Meng, Yang Meng was confused and turned his head to ask for help Xiaowen on the side.

Xiaowen smiled bitterly: "I understood what he said 'Dangke', which means thank you." Isn't he practicing kung fu? Maybe he can speak Chinese?"

Yang Meng heard the same, and then asked the Germanic guy: "Are you okay? Don't be impulsive, your fist and leg embroidery kung fu is not their opponent!"

As a result, it was the turn of the Germanic lad to be confused.

Gotcha, this guy doesn't understand!

Di Wei said: "Master, where is your translation machine?"

Yang Meng slapped his forehead: "Just a few of us played, I forgot to take it." ”

After saying that, he repeated his old tricks, stretched his hand into his clothes and prepared to take out the translation machine placed in the 'big sleeves', but at this time, a fist hit Yang Meng, and Yang Meng grabbed the money with one hand, and the other hand reached into the clothes, so he couldn't block the punch. As a result, after a muffled sound, the man's fist hit Yang Meng heavily in the face.

"Master!"

"Brother Yang!"

Di Wei and Zhang Cuijian exclaimed together, but they blinked when they saw Yang Meng: "What's the situation?"

The old punch of the gypsy hit Yang Meng in the face hard, and now the fist is still attached to his face, but Yang Meng stood there like no one else, and his body didn't even shake. And the gypsy who had beaten him suddenly began to hold his hand and screamed in pain------- he felt like he had punched a telephone pole.

"You dare to hit me?" After Yang Meng finished speaking, he raised a foot and kicked on the man, this kick directly kicked the man seven or eight meters away, if it wasn't for the wall next to him to stop him, he could fly farther!

Everyone at the scene was silent when they saw this scene. And Yang Meng took out the translator and shouted: "Who else?。。。。。。 Uh, what language should I translate in? Whether they understand it or not, it's English!"

After saying that, he threw a high kick at the group of people around him, and his foot slashed in front of their faces, and everyone felt a strong leg wind. This kick is immortal and crippled! Now everyone chooses to shut up!

Yang Meng tilted his head and said to Zhang Cuijian: "This is the best way to shut up." I'm not good at debating, but I know that those who are good at debating are generally like this: if they can't figure it out from the facts, they attack each other morally, don't tell me anything about human rights, be kind, and shut up all at once!"

He said this to that Xiaowen.

He came out this time to understand one thing, what is the impression of weakness and bullying left by Han people to foreigners?

It's not because of those who stay in the country!

Those Han people who went to foreign countries kept saying that the quality of the Chinese people was not good, and that foreigners looked down on us, but in fact they themselves looked down on their compatriots at home, thinking that they were not living well outside because they were affected by this aspect. But let me ask: How did the foreigners learn about the Han Kingdom? In addition to the various media, they are not the Han people they have come into contact with? Who is the one who lost whom?

At this moment, several Gallic policemen who were watching the excitement suddenly walked over. Some of them also pointed a gun at Yang Meng, this is to catch their own rhythm?

What the hell, you didn't care about the jokes when others were fighting just now, but now you want to arrest me?

Yang Meng was completely angry now.

"Point a gun at me?" Di Wei, you take Zhang Cuijian and them to go first, and wait for me back at the hotel!" Yang Meng took a deep breath and prepared to start.

"Master. Di Wei still wanted to speak, but found that Yang Meng's eyes were firm, and he couldn't stop it!

He walked directly to Zhang Cuijian's side, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to take Zhang Cuijian away for a while.

The Gallic gendarmes also saw the problem, and all three raised their guns and pointed them at Yang Meng.

As a result, at this critical moment, suddenly a group of men in black suits appeared at the scene and stopped the behavior of the three gendarmes. A young man walked up to Yang Meng: "Mr. Yang, I finally found you!"

Yang Meng was also stunned when he saw the person coming: "Kudlong, why are you here?"