140 thoughts

"You seem quite composed. Did your talks with them fall through?" Su Yanqiao observed Zhu Wencong as he walked out of the council.

Zhu Wencong shook his head, "Not at all! Let's go have some pastries outside first; we have a lot of work ahead of us."

"The white people have been putting pressure on me, so I need to make sure I deserve their generosity before I start asking for more benefits."

"I must say, American society is truly wonderful. Whoever controls the capital is the only true god here."

"Unlike in the East, where seniority is everything, there's no way someone my age could ever rise to a high position."

Su Yanqiao agreed completely that in America, the size of your stage is determined by the size of your abilities.

That's why Western society looks down on America; in the eyes of high-ranking nobility, talking about money is vulgar.