Chapter 64: Beautiful

In the silence as if the pause button was pressed, Su Yun suppressed her smile and frowned. Without saying a word, she tore off the extendable handle on the suitcase and jumped to the ground with great momentum. Because of her young age and limited height, her feet were slightly suspended in the air when she sat on the seat.

Similarly, it was because of this delay that the quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhuang Long nearby acted quickly and stopped Su Yun who was about to step forward with the handle to perform Mortal Kombat.

Su Yun turned around and looked at him in astonishment, only to see that Zhuang Long's eyes were full of advice for her not to act impulsively.

"Now, I solemnly request that you apologize to us for your rude words just now." Zhuang Long raised his voice, changing from the soft and tender Cantonese he used to speak. The endings of each word carried a hint of anger and arrogance.

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Yun roughly understood what Zhuang Long meant by blocking her: any Chinese person would be angry at such a derogatory name, but rushing forward to fight in a rage was the most irrational and unprofitable thing to do.

This is Japan, and we are on a moving train. It is hard to say how many rational Japanese people there are; but once the talk turns to physical action, things will escalate.

However, the parties involved could never get over such a sensitive topic, so Zhuang Long suppressed his anger and began to use words to occupy the moral high ground, laying the foundation for the next action.

Seeing Zhuang Long's familiar expression of holding back his anger and demanding an apology, we knew that he had encountered many cases of discrimination due to skin color, ethnicity and other factors in the United States in the past. In a foreign country, many people have extremely complicated views on China at this time. They are either worried, cautious or jealous, fearing that this dormant Oriental dragon will wake up again and retaliate against them for past grudges.

It's an old routine that everyone knows: on the one hand, they openly despise China's current predicament, and on the other hand, they secretly worry about China's resurgence. Under the intertwined feelings of love and hate, the practice of relying on their current advantages to classify all Chinese and Chinese as the lower class naturally arises.

If there wasn't this constant sense of crisis that they might be overtaken at any time, there wouldn't be so many idiots with holes in their brains and oceans in their minds.

The young man in a suit, who didn't know if he had a hole in his brain or a sea in his brain, sat up straight and looked at the little girl who was small in stature but very arrogant; then, he glanced at the young man next to the little girl who was asking him to apologize.

The little girl can be completely ignored, and the young man doesn't look like a martial artist.

So the young man in a suit, who thought that the two people in front of him were both weak fighters, had a more mocking smile on his face: "I don't think that's a shameful remark, Zhi-"

"Young man, don't go too far!" An old couple, both leaning on crutches, interrupted the young man in a suit: Nowadays, there are still many people who have special ideas and opinions about China in private, but most people will try their best to maintain superficial harmony.

If it happens once, it can be said to be a slip of the tongue, but if it happens again, it must be intentional!

As the old couple warned, other passengers who had been watching silently began to speak up: "Young man, you should apologize to these two tourists!"

"Little brat, you are destroying the friendship between the two countries. If you don't pay back and apologize, I will be the first to not let you go!"

"China and Japan have already re-established diplomatic relations in 1972. You should apologize, you rubbish holding on to old rubbish ideas!"

There are good people and bad people in every place and in every era. I am honest with you.

Su Yun silently glanced around at the Japanese people who were helping the young men in suits while pointing fingers at them, and sighed deeply.

When diplomatic relations were re-established, it was not just China's efforts that counted.

In the history of promoting the normalization of diplomatic relations between China and Japan, knowledgeable people and a large number of friendly people in the Japanese society have also used the people to urge the government to do so, forming an irresistible torrent of friendship.

Be objective and don't blame people. In the early days of the founding of our motherland, there was already a call to strictly distinguish between the vast majority of the Japanese people and the very small number of militarists.

Except for those war-crazy idiots, the people of both countries are actually victims of the war.

So in reality, apart from those idiots with holes in their brains, most people are normal people with normal brains. It is not uncommon to find them fighting against their compatriots for justice.

But most things in the world give people the impression that a single bad apple spoils the whole barrel. It is precisely these few pieces of trash that stir up disputes that can cause people on both sides to fall into the misunderstanding of blaming each other.

Faced with this situation, anyone with a bit of common sense can understand that it is difficult to offend the public.

But the young man in the suit was stubborn and was ready to turn around and start a fight with his compatriot who had blamed him: "What are you apologizing for?! I will never apologize!"

Then he was immediately subjected to a more severe wave of criticism. Even the train crew who came after hearing the news couldn't help but secretly give him a look of disgust.

Yoshida, the translator, also joined the crowd, babble with curses in several languages, feeling extremely resentful: it was this rubbish that caused damage to his job, and he even wanted to destroy the friendship between the two countries, which was absolutely unacceptable!

Their job as translators is to make a living by interacting with translators from friendly countries that have diplomatic ties with them. This young man in a western suit not only wants to cut off their relationship with the United States, but also wants to stir up disputes between the two countries. To use an old Chinese saying, this is truly "this is intolerable"!

"You old-fashioned people are brainless low-class people!" Seeing the young man in a suit protecting the calculator while "debating with the crowd", Su Yun touched his chin with the hand that was not holding the handle of the pull rod, and an idea came to his mind.

If you want to deal with this kind of rubbish person whose cognition has been completely distorted, verbal scolding and physical attack will not have much effect. The best counterattack that can be considered murderous is to destroy him in the area where he is best and proudest.

From the process of watching just now, Su Yun, who can understand Japanese, has already summarized a lot of information about the young man in the suit: he is the son of Yoshio Kojima, the president of Bus Company. Because their Bus successfully avoided the wave of bankruptcy under the impact of European and American companies, he thinks that his company is so great and thinks everyone else is a fool...

The arrogance of everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, was quite like that of a dandy prince's party.

Since Su Yun knew that 4004 was an epoch-making masterpiece that changed the world, then Bus, the Japanese company that paired it with the car and almost made the biggest mistake in business history and was known as the least short-sighted, must also know a little about this gossipy real case.

But she didn't remind him at all. Instead, she almost laughed out loud when she recalled the fate of this company.

He came over and whispered a few words in Zhuang Long's ear. Soon, Zhuang Long came out as an adult brother and asked to have a round of "literary battle" with the young man in the suit.

This "literary battle" is not a literary contest that involves words but no physical action, but a computer-building contest with a stake - take out a hand-cranked calculator contributed by people around you and the Bus calculator in the hands of the young man in a suit, and disassemble the machines. The person who disassembles and assembles the machines the fastest wins.

If they win, they will get the Bus Calculator from the young man in the suit, and the young man in the suit will have to apologize sincerely for his previous remarks. If the young man in the suit wins, they will have to pay a sum of money equal to the value of the Bus Calculator, and will not have to consider the young man in the suit's previous remarks.

The young man in a suit, who thought he had a good chance of winning, agreed to the duel without hesitation.

So Su Yun, who seemed to have little chance of winning, stepped out to accept the challenge amidst the crowd.

When the young man in a suit saw that his opponent was just a little girl named Su Yun, he got furious and said, "What do you mean by that?!"

This sentence is, in Su Yun's impression, a typical example of Japanese-style English that only the Japanese can understand.

"Little Mary alone is enough to deal with you." Zhuang Long chuckled.

There were many subtle noises from the crowd. Su Yun listened carefully and found that in addition to being puzzled by Zhuang Long's sending a little girl to fight, there were also objections to Zhuang Long's "disrespect" for his opponent.

"I'm the one who wants the calculator, so of course I'm the one to do it!" Su Yun asked Yoshida to translate the Japanese expression that he had "taught" her, and she pretended to repeat the pronunciation.

This kind of self-confidence and the thoughtful way of learning Japanese to reply immediately won the favor of many people and suppressed a lot of voices.

As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one move. After the timing started, Su Yun's skillful technique immediately weakened the tiny noises in the crowd once again.

In this competition, Su Yun had a little trick up her sleeve: she disassembled the hand-crank calculator first, and let the young man in a suit disassemble the Bus calculator first - in this way, she could take the opportunity to sneak a peek at the internal structure of the Bus calculator and decide on a disassembly plan in advance.

The young man in the suit had no objection to this: the Bus calculator was a product of his own company, and he often had the opportunity to disassemble and maintain it. Solving this problem first and then studying the ancient hand-cranked one was also the most time-saving option.

The two people, who also had their own plans, started the second round of exchange and disassembly with full concentration, despite the slight shaking of the train.

Although Su Yun is small now, her knowledge and technical reserves are based on the shoulders of countless predecessors.

Therefore, relying on the generation gap and superior technology, when the young man in a suit was halfway through assembling the hand-cranked calculator, Su Yun had already completely disassembled it!

Amidst the applause, the young man in a suit bowed towards Su Yun with a look of humiliation on his face, and loudly apologized for what had happened before.

"We Chinese are very generous. Thank you for your gift." Su Yun held the Bus calculator she had won and replied with a smile without saying whether she forgave him or not.

Others might have thought that she had generously forgiven the young man in the suit; in fact, this sentence was the deepest and most hurtful finishing touch.

Losing one's flagship product to someone else is such a shame that it is enough to make anyone who cares about their reputation cry and bang their heads against the wall.

However, the young man in the suit lived up to his usual stupid thinking level. He bumped into the car, but he didn't hit the pillar. Instead, he used his body advantage to knock Su Yun, who was trying to return to the seat opposite with the bus calculator, to the ground.

Looking at the scattered parts and Su Yun lying on the ground, the young man in a suit laughed in his heart: This is how it should be - their Japanese things, even if they are destroyed, will never be given to others!

I turned around amid the crowd's exclamations and felt a chill on my neck.

"If anything happens to her, I will never let you go." The young man's low, magnetic, cold voice and the cool touch of the pull handle created a great pressure, which immediately frightened the young man in a suit and made him nod repeatedly in fear.

Seeing that Su Yun had stood up with the help of translator Yoshida and the surrounding passengers, Zhuang Long slowly withdrew his hand that was holding the handle.

"Are you okay?" The cold gaze that made the young man in a suit roll back to his seat faded away, and when he turned to look at Su Yun, the familiar bright sunshine was there again.

Su Yun shook her head: "It's okay, it's just a pity that I just installed it - but it doesn't matter, this is all I need from now on."

As he said this, he raised the 4004 microprocessor in his hand and showed it to Zhuang Long.

"With this, I will buy some suitable parts and make a few buttons to make a simple cross key. Then we can use it as a game controller when we have free time in the future..." As Su Yun, the internet worm, spoke, he began to recall those simple and fun games in the early days. His plan was to modify the machine again and then rewrite a few games according to his ideas.

As Zhuang Long was listening with a smile, seemingly understanding, a man suddenly walked over.

When I looked up, I saw that the person coming was the man who had generously lent me the hand-cranked calculator just now.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a classic Japanese suit. He handed over his business card politely: "Hello, my name is Yokoi Gunpei. Excuse me... could you please tell me more about the 'cross key' you just mentioned?"