"Ah... Not bad, not bad... Really good..."
"Well, that's it. Miss, please help me cut off the trademark. www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.coM" What makes Zhang Yang incredible is that the old man has lost his old-fashioned manner and has become polite. A kind of elegant taste.
"Okay, okay."
The foreman was so flattered that he quickly ran to the bar and took a pair of scissors to remove all the visible trademarks on the suit. At this time, the foreman did not dare to underestimate this bad old man. The old man matched these clothes himself. From here on, It can be seen that the old man's taste is very average. The most important thing is that this old man is definitely not a country bumpkin. It can be seen from his request to cut off the trademark immediately. He is not the kind of person who buys brand clothes and wants to hang the trademark on his forehead. Nouveau riche…
"Uncle Li, I feel weird..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but said after the two came out of the store.
"What has changed?" The old man walked slowly, with a warm smile on his face.
"I remember you... ahem... you were very rude..."
The old man looked kindly, sighed, and walked slowly on the pedestrian street with his hands behind his back. The more Zhang Yang felt, the more he felt that this was still the skinny old man in the bookstore who wore pants and vests all day long. This is obviously a successful person with a successful career!
"Okay, let me talk about it today. Since you asked me to change clothes, something very important must have happened. It means that you have also noticed the importance of dressing. So, let me teach you a lesson by the way... A lot People say that clothes match people, but I think people match clothes. For example, when I am in a bookstore, lying on a couch all day long, I come into contact with people who are either selling pancakes or buying vegetables. You can’t ask me to be with you. Are they polite? Of course, that’s not to say that you look down on them. If you are polite to a guy who kills pigs and sells meat all day long, people will treat you as a lunatic. At least, they won’t let you integrate into their society. ***…”
"Oh..." Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully.
"I'm just a bad old man in the bookstore. I wear shorts and a vest, eat fast food lunch boxes, and come into contact with all kinds of religions. Therefore, being rude and unkempt is the right thing to do. I have to match my status and the clothes I'm wearing. !”
"Right now, I'm wearing a designer suit. There may be something very important waiting for me. Naturally, I have to match this suit. Wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince, so it's better to wear pants and a vest."
"Zhang Yang, our fate has ended. It won't be long before we go to Africa. I don't know if I will come back. You are the first genius who has excited me in so many years. I can't predict your future, but I am sure. As long as you don't die, your achievements will make me, a third-rate killer, feel a great honor for knowing you... "
Zhang Yang's face burned. This was the first time someone praised him like this, which made him deeply ashamed. Zhang Yang has no ambitions, nor does he want to live a life of dancing on a knife's edge. He just wants to find a woman he likes and live happily for the rest of his life.
"I am a killer. What is a killer? A killer hides in a dark corner and shoots fatal bullets. This is a killer. As a qualified killer, the first thing you need to do is how to hide your whereabouts and how to disappear in slow motion. The crowd is slow, so you must do it. You can become anyone in the crowd, a rich man, a playboy, a high-ranking official, a commoner, or even a beggar... You have to make people unable to remember you or recognize you. If you can't be found, then you succeed and you become a qualified killer!" There seemed to be a trace of frustration on the old man's face.
"I don't want to be a killer..." Zhang Yang muttered in a low voice.
"Haha, I don't want to be a killer. A salesman? A scientist? A litterateur? Or a high-ranking official? Which of these are apart from what I just said? Many things are interlinked. When you sell, you naturally talk to people when you see them. Damn it. To be honest, if you write, you also need a wealth of experience and knowledge. If you don’t have that, whatever you write will be pale and feeble. Life is the real source of writing, and being an official, etc., I can’t even imagine. Get, get on top, change..."
"Higher position, fickle..." Zhang Yang stared blankly at the old man walking slowly in front of him with his hands behind his back, and his heart skipped a beat, as if these words resonated with his thoughts in his memory.
"Haha, these words are only targeted. When you reach the point of being invincible, you will stick to your words. The high position I am talking about is not the real high position. The real high position, with a wave of his hand, millions of people will follow him. The real high position. When he comes to power, with a wave of his hand, the whole world becomes stormy and thunderous for him. They stick to their word and move forward without hesitation... No one dares to offend such a person. This is the real power!"
"Is there such a person?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little yearning.
"Haha, yes. In history, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, conquered the mountains and rivers with force. Zhuge Liang was the literary figure. During the chat and laughter, millions of soldiers were wiped out in ashes. On top of the empty city, they drank and played music and retreated all the soldiers. They relied on force alone. One relies on courage, of course, there is still a certain gap between this and true leadership." The old man turned around and smiled.
"Ah... isn't this a true superior?" Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. Among the historical figures he admired most were Xiang Yu and Zhuge Liang. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the old man, they were not considered a true superior.
"The overlord of Chu used his strength, and Zhuge Liang used his tricks, but they all have a common shortcoming, that is, they are not kings, and the real superior must be a king. No one can restrain them, no one can control them, they can do whatever they want. Turning their hands into rain, they not only make people admired, but also feared!"
"Who?"
"Haha, when it comes to superiors, there are too many. The founding emperors in history are all considered superiors. I won't go into details here. I will just talk about one in modern times and one in modern times. The modern ones are those of our New China. The first leader, without him, there would be no New China. Of course, there is still a lot of controversy over his merits and demerits, but this does not affect his evaluation as a superior in the slightest. Looking at the long history of China, who has him? A man of great talent and strategy? Swallowing mountains and rivers like him?"
"That's that... I cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, who are slightly less talented in literature; the Tang and Song Dynasties are slightly inferior to the emperor. Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot the big eagle... The majestic pass and the road are really like iron, but now we are crossing them from the beginning! There is another sentence What, um um, now that I think about it, it is better to chase down the poor bandits with the remaining brave men, rather than to be called the overlord. These are all good sentences... "
"Hahaha, children can be taught! Well, another modern person will tell you next time, by the way, why do you want me to change clothes?" The old man suddenly asked, changing the subject.
"Ah... Wuwu... Damn old man, I almost forgot when I listened to your deceit. Come on, it's so miserable. I won't be able to make it in two hours..." Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that there were people waiting in the hotel, and he suddenly became anxious. I walked a few steps quickly and jumped to the street to hail a taxi. A car just happened to stop. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)