Chu Zhiyan understood again, and she replied politely and sharply: "We Chinese have a famous saying: God helps those who help themselves, I think it probably means the same thing to you."
The bearded man and the women around him became curious about Chu Zhiyan, and the bearded man asked, "Where are you from? You are definitely not a new immigrant. Why don't you study hard in school? You Wenzhou people are the second generation in France. Do you all want to study business, law, or medicine? Why do you stay in this poor place and follow the old path of your parents?"
Chu Zhiyan put down the rag in her hand. She felt a kind of triumphant joy in her heart, and said with a charming smile: "Sorry, my job is not to chat here. If you don't order, then I will excuse you."
"Are you really working here?" The woman opened her mouth for the first time, and she exaggeratedly shouted: "In this broken warehouse? What are you doing? Polishing your cheap old shoes full of rubber smell?"
Her brows and eyes with heavy makeup pulled out wrinkled marks on the speckled skin. Her sarcasm once again aroused Chu Zhiyan's fighting spirit, and she immediately replied: "I think you should be more polite, after all It wasn't us who fled from District 3."
In Paris, there has always been a beautiful rumor: Wenzhou people defeated the Jews¡ªthey occupied Temple Street and completely drove out the Jews who originally produced and sold there.
This rumor is a "feat" that many Wenzhou people are proud of, and Hong Weijie alone has mentioned it more than ten times.
Chu Zhiyan never doubted the veracity of this rumor, but apparently the two Jews standing in front of her didn't care at all¡ªthey looked at each other and laughed out loud, the laughter was full of sarcasm.
"What are you laughing at?" Chu Zhiyan felt a little guilty, she lowered her face and looked at the two people.
"I laughed that you Chinese are so cute. It turns out that you are 'self-motivating' behind your back!" The woman laughed so hard that tears came out. She stretched out her hands and rubbed her eye makeup, and she said: " Listen, let me tell you the truth. We quit Temple Street voluntarily, not by you."
Seeing Chu Zhiyan sneer in disbelief, the bearded man continued, "Do you know why we quit? Because those middle and low-end clothing and leather goods are obviously the most suitable for you. For such a small profit, you I can¡¯t wait to give up the money for my underwear. Open your eyes and see, what are your Chinese products? And what are our Jewish products?¡±
"You guys are digging your own grave and degrading yourself. Think about it, can you sell a pair of shoes here for 100 euros? Even if the quality is really better than the 100 euro shoes, so what? Parisians don't The whole of Europe will not buy your account."
"Chuchu! What are these two people doing!" At some point, Hong Weijie suddenly turned around and came back. Although he couldn't understand the chirping birdsong, he could understand people's expressions. Hong Weijie felt that Chu Zhiyan was being bullied, and guarded the door vigilantly with an elbow lock in his hand.
The two Jews saw that Hong Weijie was not easy to mess with, and were a little worried that he would use "Chinese Kungfu", so they shrugged and slipped away from Hou Weijie's side.
"Why are you back?"
"I took another order just as I was on the road," Hong Weijie turned to look at the two departing foreigners, and asked again: "What are those two doing? They don't look like good people."
"Maybe it's the landlord."
"Landlord?" Hong Weijie couldn't help being puzzled, and he asked again: "Rent increase?"
"No, they said" Chu Zhiyan stopped the words in time, she thought it's better not to break the sweet dream in Hong Weijie's heart, he would definitely not believe what the Jew said¡ªeven though most of them should it is true. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com