After finally finishing his military training, Si Mingyu wanted to sleep in, but he was woken up by a phone call early in the morning. He picked up his phone and saw that it showed the group company office.

"Hello, is this Si Mingyu? I'm Han Ziwei from the President's Office." A sweet female voice came from the other side.

"Hello, I'm Si Mingyu. Is there anything I can help you with?" Si Mingyu stood up and went to the balcony and closed the door while answering the phone. Everyone was sleeping and making a phone call disturbed their rest.

"The company has arranged etiquette training for you. I have applied to add you through corporate WeChat. Please approve it and I will send you the time and place." Han Ziwei said.

"Oh, okay, I'll pass."

After hanging up the phone, Si Mingyu approved Han Ziwei's application. The other party sent the address and contact information of the etiquette company. The agreed time was exactly 10 o'clock this morning, and it was specifically noted that the identity should not be revealed.

"It seems I can't continue sleeping." Si Mingyu sighed and started to wash up.

He was not surprised why it was arranged for today. After all, it was not difficult for the company to know which day he had a day off and which day he had classes.

Since he knew it was etiquette training, he naturally had to dress relatively formally. Si Mingyu changed into a shirt, casual trousers and leather shoes, but they were all third-tier brands, so it’s better not to mention them.

When he got on the subway according to the navigation, he received a message in the group. Lin Wenhui asked him if he had gone to the cafeteria, and if so, he would come back to bring breakfast for everyone.

"I went out for something today and probably won't be back until the evening. Don't count on me." Si Mingyu replied.

After a heated discussion, the three people in the group decided not to eat breakfast and continue sleeping, and the dormitory group instantly became quiet.

According to the address, we arrived at an old villa in XH District. There was no sign in front of the gate and it looked no different from an ordinary house.

I went up and rang the doorbell, and a man in his fifties opened the door.

"Hello, my name is Si Mingyu, and I'm here to see Mr. Fu."

"Please follow me." The old man let Si Mingyu in.

"Mr. Fu, the person has arrived." The old man bent down to report and then went out.

The living room is nearly 100 square meters and has several sofas on which four people can sit.

Among them was a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a suit, who was Mr. Fu. Next to him was a woman in her fifties wearing a cheongsam, a white man wearing sportswear, and a beautiful young lady in her twenties.

Si Mingyu couldn't help but take a few more glances. The young lady was wearing an LV gathered shirt. The shirt was so long that it covered her lower body. Her legs were long and white, and she was wearing TERRITORY flat boots from the same brand.

"Please sit down." Mr. Fu pointed to the sofa next to him.

"Thanks."

"From now on, I'll be your etiquette instructor. Just call me Mr. Fu." He then pointed to the three people beside him and introduced them one by one: "Mrs. Zeng will be teaching you history. Branson will be your fitness trainer and language teacher. Li Shijianing will be teaching you fashion."

Si Mingyu was already confused by Mr. Fu's introduction. In his opinion, etiquette training was just a group of people sitting down and listening to the teacher's lectures, and then practicing during the period. He never thought that there would be four people teaching him alone.

Although he was a bit confused, he didn't say much. Judging from the situation, the cost must be high. Since someone paid for him to come for training, he should just learn from the teacher. In his opinion, the more knowledge, the better; who knows, he might need it someday.

Mr. Fu took out his phone and added Si Mingyu's WeChat, then pulled the four of them into a group: "The class schedule has been sent to the group."

Si Mingyu took a look and realized that this course took up half of his spare time, and the rest was probably reserved for him to study.

"Tell me about your understanding of etiquette." Mr. Fu asked.

"Etiquette is the commonly accepted code of conduct in appearance, manners, demeanor, rituals, speech and behavior that people follow in order to respect each other during social interactions. Etiquette is a general term for courtesy, politeness, manners and ceremonies." Si Mingyu answered fluently. After all, he had checked it online before coming here.

"You're thoughtful enough to prepare before coming here," Mr. Fu said. "Let me briefly explain. Etiquette is easy to talk about, but practicing it requires a long time to learn and develop habits. You probably don't have the foundation, so you'll have to work hard."

"I understand." Si Mingyu nodded.

"Your English should be good, right?" Mr. Fu asked again.

"It's not bad." Si Mingyu thought his English was not bad because he was able to be admitted to Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

"Please pick a paragraph and read it." Mr. Fu picked up an English magazine on the table and handed it to him.

"You will have to attend events with foreigners in the future, so you have to improve your Qinqiang English. Time is tight, so we will speak English in our daily conversations from now on." Mr. Fu shook his head and said.

These words made Si Mingyu very embarrassed, as he always thought his spoken English was good.

The four of them chatted for another half an hour before starting class.

First up was Branson's fitness class. He was British and taught in a pure old London Union Jack accent. While Si Mingyu was exercising as required, he chatted with Si Mingyu, which was like taking a language lesson at the same time.

All etiquette movements are performed by people. In order to achieve good results, it is important to have a body shape that conforms to the public's aesthetic standards. After all, people with good bodies look good in clothes and leave a good first impression on people.

Then came Mr. Fu's etiquette lesson. He explained the proper etiquette for various occasions, including clothing, food, behavior, and speech. The rules were very strict; even the slightest distraction or misstep would result in a beating. A ruler would smack the palm of the hand, like an elementary school student.

"China is the birthplace of etiquette, and it is much superior to foreigners. Unfortunately, their way of etiquette is popular now, and we can only learn from them. If you have time after finishing the course, I will teach you our own etiquette." Mr. Fu said with emotion.

Mr. Fu had someone prepare lunch, a table of authentic French food, which was also part of the training.

At the dinner table, Mr. Fu introduced each dish to Si Mingyu, from the selection of ingredients to the cooking methods, and then to the taste characteristics.

"Eating is a simple thing; a bowl of noodles is all you need to fill your stomach. But it can also be quite complex. Today's meal, for example, has many details to it. But whether it's simple or complex, you have to taste it yourself to know its flavor." Mr. Fu pointed to the red wine beside him and said, "Take the most popular Lafite, for example. Most people just follow what others say about its quality. This bottle is pretty good. Try it first and I'll tell you."

In the afternoon, Mrs. Zeng explained Chinese history to Si Mingyu. Of course, it wasn't the official history in the textbooks, but rather the evolution of various families from the Kuomintang era, the rise of various large companies and groups, and so on. Although these were of little use to ordinary people, they must have their meaning when they were taught to you. Just listen.