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After hearing the abbreviation of 'jb', I replied in a not-so-fluent English accent: "You can call me j, but not the b. Because my abbreviation is j, not jb."

The British Leng girl folded her arms: "In this case, we may need to further verify your identity."

The little black boy stretched out his hand and gently pulled the corner of my clothes: "J, this woman is so fierce."

The British girl glanced at the little black boy, but said nothing.Instead, he looked at me with cold eyes.

All right!I surrender!I don't care about this detail with a woman like you.

So, I took out the cross badge that Lei Laoxie gave me.

The golden local tyrant's light blinded the eyes of the British girl Leng in an instant.

She froze.

"You, really..." She subconsciously covered her mouth.

I carefully put away this symbol of identity, and I said, "Didn't Mr. Reid explain it to you?"

British girl: "But he didn't say, you are a Japanese."

ok, a dramatic scene appeared.

This British girl, said I am Japanese?

Don't be surprised, I actually only found out recently.Chinese in the United States, if they are native Americans, are Americans.They are used to call them Chinese.

Yes, they are Chinese.

Refers to people from the Greater China region.

If it is not American, then it is easy to be recognized as Japanese. (This is an embarrassment that many overseas Chinese have encountered. All the people I have come into contact with have had, or similar, such embarrassment.)

Do I need to get angry?

of course not.

I laughed, and I said, "Sorry, you're wrong again. I'm Chinese. Very pure Chinese."

The English chick looked at me with a surprised and strange look and said, "Oh no! Wait, Mr. Red must have made a mistake. How is that possible? How could he have a Chinese man leading us, which... Damn it! It's all messed up."

When I heard this, my heart moved, and I instinctively felt that this girl is definitely not a new life.

New Life invited many authentic Chinese to work for them.

So this?

I tentatively asked, "Are you? A member of the Cross Society?"

The British girl looked cold: "I'm sorry sir, I think Mr. Reid may have made a small mistake. He shouldn't have sent you here. Your arrival is completely...a puzzling misunderstanding."

Speaking of this, she thought for a while: "Well, I will settle you down first. Then, we will communicate with Mr. Reid, and then find out what is going on."

ok!

This is good.

Indifferently, I took the little black boy and the British girl to her Continental Tiger.

Car dealerships, the streets of New York.

We didn't say a word.

The car didn't stop in front of any house, Dahaus, but drove directly to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, the British girl opened a room for us, and asked for my mobile phone number before leaving, and left a sentence: "Just please j, and your little friend, wait here for my call."

After finishing speaking, Niuer escaped.

Lu Luda watched Niu'er leave, and he whispered to me, "This man is really arrogant."

I pursed my lips: "British people have a so-called aristocratic style in their bones. In fact, in the final analysis, they are the essence of slave owners. This is a disease of people being served by people in the Middle Ages."

Luluda: "How to heal?"

I smiled: "More noble and elegant than them!"

Lu Luda sighed: "No matter what, I still want my head."

I'm speechless!

Go upstairs, open the door, the specifications are not bad, it is a standard suite.

I will simply tidy up the little black boy.

After I was done, I was on the bed, and I was about to use my mobile phone to call up the map of the largest city in the United States. When I had a good study, a long text message came from my mobile phone.

"J, I'm sorry I didn't make it clear to you. The girl you're going to meet is called 'Rachel'. She has good blood and a high status in the Cross Society. Besides, she is an English nobleman, and The people you are going to lead next are these nobles. Also, I told them that only by cooperating with you can we find a handbook lost on a small island in the Indian Ocean. And your identity is my I used all my connections to fight for it."

I reply the message.

"I learned her arrogance."

Lei Laoxie replied: "No way, this is the most reliable force I can use right now. Do your best and try your best to convince them."

I said, "OK. I'll do my best."

Lei Laoxie played a trick.

This old guy told the Cross Society that there is someone who can help them find that letter.Then, he should have obtained the status of an 'executor' from a highly respected person in the Cross Society.And this identity rests on me.

Next, I will use the power of these nobles to fight against the remnants of the new life.

Plus, I'm a leader.

To lead, these haughty Brits.

This is the specific work that I will do in New York!

ok, after thinking about it, turn off the lights and go to bed.

A night without dreams.

Woke up early, Luluda and I had breakfast.

The little black boy said: "British people are very stubborn, arrogant, and look down on others in their bones. How are you going to deal with it?"

I took a sip of milk and said, "Counterattack!"

The little black boy smiled...

We continue to eat.

However, counterattacks require opportunities.

In the next three days, Hei Haier and I didn't get a chance at all.

Because, no one calls us, no one comes to us.

I led the black boy, took the subway in New York, ate things from the street vendors' carts, and I even took this guy to the zoo once.

At the Bronx Zoo.

Hei Haier fell in love with a Malayan tiger.

He asked me in a low voice, what would happen if he sneaked in at night and took the tiger away?

I'll give it to this little black guy and just take it away.

In the early morning of the fourth day, according to Hei Haier and I's plan, we were going to see the Statue of Liberty.

But just as we were about to leave.

My cell phone rings.

"Yes, J?"

Still incomparably cold and quiet.

I said, "It's me, you are."

"Rachel, we met at the airport. In this way, you wait for me at the hotel, and I will drive over to pick you up at one o'clock in the afternoon."

After speaking, Rachel put down the phone.

"J, when are we going to leave?" The little black boy ran to my room with a look of excitement in the casual clothes I bought for him.

I smiled wryly: "Today, I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

"Damn it!" Hei Haier shook his head and went back to the house.

We waited in the room and ordered a pizza at noon, and it didn't take long for us to finish eating.Doorbell rang.

I went to open the door.

Rachel, wearing a gray windbreaker, trousers, and leather boots, stood very formally at the door.

"J, let's go."

I grabbed Hei Haier and went downstairs with her.Get outside and get in a Continental Tiger.

Get up, drive through, bypass Central Park, and go all the way.

Finally, after walking for almost two hours, we came to an old house with a small private courtyard.

House style, eighteenth century, classical architecture.

Calm, majestic, old-fashioned, full of British style.

At the door, the big iron gate opened automatically.

The car drove into the yard.

Let's get off.

Rachel led the way and pushed the door into the hall.

It is very wide, revealing a deep sense of stability, although there is no obvious luxury, but it has a low-key expensive.

Yes, the British, that's the style.

Go straight up to the second floor.

A table was set up by the window, surrounded by an old man and three middle-aged people.

They are all standard foreigners.

On the table, there are teapots, biscuits, and other items.

This is a standard English afternoon tea scene.

Under Rachel's guidance, I sat down.

Rachel stretched out her hand, introduced me to the elders at the table and said, "J, a Chinese."

She emphasized the three words Chinese.

The elder smiles.

I also looked at him with a smile.

This is a clean old man, with a pair of ordinary flower glasses on his eyes, and his clothes are very simple, low-key, without any luxury.But the key is the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist.

It was a very old watch, and it looked like the strap should have been replaced several times, but it still appeared on the old man's wrist.

What does this indicate?

Properly!noble!

What is nobility?What is getting rich suddenly, local tyrant?

It's very simple, let's take the watch as an example, the one who can wear a watch for decades without changing it is called a real nobleman.Change a watch every year, and there are countless watches in the family. Except for watch dealers and collectors, the rest are called local tyrants!

This is the difference in temperament.

Local tyrants can never become nobles!Because, he doesn't have that kind of true chivalry that comes from the bottom of his heart!

In China, this kind of chivalry, which is popular in the European upper class, is called a warrior.

In ancient times, the poor learned literature, but the rich learned martial arts!

Chinese Taoism, including ancient Chinese culture, has an extremely profound warrior spirit.

But modern times, already, are gone!

Rich young masters, besides picking up girls, becoming mothers, and learning Western sports, what else do they do?

At this time, Rachel introduced the old man and said, "This is Sir Black."

I smiled and said, "Hello."

Blake smiled politely and poured me tea.

I took it.

Take a bite.

Authentic Ceylon highland black tea, with mint flavor and lily-of-the-valley fragrance, is the first choice for English afternoon tea.

Black spoke: "J, Red first said that he would make a deal with us. He chose a very capable person, and then obtained a leader's authorization from a highly respected person. I have I thought that he would give this authorization and the cross that symbolizes the highest status to an outstanding scholar, or a very capable knight. But I didn’t expect that he gave it to a Chinese.”

Black smiled again: "I don't mean to belittle the Chinese at all. But I really want to know what kind of ability you have to lead an ancient team of knights."

I smiled: "Does Mr. Black like tea?"

"Of course! Tea, for the British, is an irreplaceable drink."

I said: "Then, let's not mention the many crimes that your so-called knights committed on the land of China many years ago. Because, after all, that is history. Let's talk about tea!"

I said the English sentence above.Then I said: "This is a sentence that one of your British female writers said, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Blake glanced at me, then looked expectantly.