This city is located in the middle buffer zone of Bilishi, or in layman's terms, it is a place where things go smoothly.
The north and south of the country are mortal enemies. If they don't get along, everyone will be safe. When they get along, they will quarrel with each other when they are rich, but if they are poor, they will probably draw swords against each other. Therefore, this country needs a buffer and a place to smooth things over. This is probably how the Lussel was created.
This is how Wan Feng explained it.
The fact that half of the city of Brussels speaks French and the other half speaks Dutch provides strong evidence for his argument.
"Where do you get all these strange ideas? Isn't the West democratic and free?" Wan Shouwu asked in confusion.
Wan Feng chuckled and said, "Ask Mr. Mi! He's been to the West before, so he knows what all that stuff is."
"It's okay, I don't feel anything strange."
Yes, Western countries are generally still relatively wealthy, and all contradictions are hidden under this prosperity. When their living standards begin to decline, these contradictions will become prominent.
At that time, all illusions will disappear like floating clouds, and all ugliness will be exposed in broad daylight.
Those who came this time were the elites of China's industry, and the Chinese Embassy arranged suitable accommodation for them.
But because they were organized spontaneously, they had to pay for their own expenses. China was still very poor and the embassy did not have any extra expenses.
This hotel is not too far from the embassy. It is not luxurious but very quiet.
Wan Feng went to sleep as soon as he arrived at the hotel. There is a six or seven hour time difference between here and China, so sleeping can help him adjust to the jet lag.
The embassy staff were very considerate and prepared some information about the expo for the visiting group in advance.
Many people in the tour group can speak English, probably only Wan Feng, Han Guangjia and a few others can't.
These free translators translated one by one to people who didn't understand English, and Wan Feng also understood a lot.
The host said that the scale of this expo is the largest ever, with hundreds of manufacturers from dozens of countries participating.
Judging from the information, there is no exaggeration in this statement. Almost all the most famous Western semiconductor manufacturers participated in the exhibition.
The United States, the ...
Intel, AMD, IBM, Toshiba, Panasonic, Philips, Siemens...
The familiar names are like the bright moon in the sky.
During the free period before the opening of the Expo, Wan Feng also followed the sightseeing group to browse the cityscape of Brussels.
The most famous place in Brussels is the Grand Place.
Arriving at the Grand Place in Brussels is like entering the Middle Ages. There are buildings everywhere that look like the Roman Colosseum, and there are all kinds of strange reliefs on the buildings.
There were many people sitting on the tiles of the square, and ancient horse-drawn carriages were traveling in the square.
But at the same time, it also has a modern atmosphere, such as vendors selling various small commodities and street performers playing the violin to make a living in the square.
It seems to have a leisurely, soothing and romantic atmosphere.
But Wan Feng was not used to being here. The roofs with pointed structures gave him a solemn feeling, and the half-new and half-old classical-style buildings around the square made him feel depressed.
Anyway, he didn't feel any sense of beauty. Compared with China's extensive and profound history, everything here gave him a false feeling, like gold-plated plastic.
The only place that made him stop for half a day was a violinist.
This is a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and sloppy clothes. He stands in a corner of the square, with a violin case in front of him, playing the violin with his head down.
Her long hair covered her face, and it was hard to tell what she looked like.
The reason why Wan Feng stopped here was not because he had any research on his music. He knew nothing about the violin and had no good feelings about it. He always felt that the music played by this instrument had no texture, and it was full of crackling and meaningless.
He stopped mainly to see if anyone wanted to give him money. There were a few bills in the guitar case, and Wan Feng suspected that they were the artist's own property.
For a long time, no one threw a single coin into the guitar case.
Wan Feng felt bad and threw two yuan into the piano case.
I thought that the artist whose face was covered by hair couldn't see it at all, but who knew that he stopped playing the violin immediately to express his gratitude to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng felt that his language was French or Holanese, definitely not English.
"The music you play is at the same level as that played by my neighbor, who is also an artist and has been playing cotton all his life."
Wan Feng raised his right thumb and said this, which made Han Guangjia feel angry and amused.
"You are just bluffing with your eyes."
"He doesn't understand Chinese anyway, so I'll just greet his ancestors and maybe he'll even thank me."
"Thank you." The unkempt artist really thanked him.
"What do you think!" Wan Feng said proudly.
Wan Feng doesn’t know other English words, but he still knows a few words, such as OK, Shit, Fuck, etc. He also understands thank you.
Han Guangjia was speechless. You want to take advantage of this?
In addition to the Grand Place, another must-see for anyone who has been to Brussels is the Peeing Boy.
Not everyone can pee. If you don’t know how to pee, you will hold it to death!
Everyone can pee, but no one can pee with thoughts and to the same height as this kid.
The history here says that the child urinated on the bomb that was about to blow up the city hall.
Listen! Look at the level and height of the piss.
Whenever Wan Feng heard this scene, he would laugh.
I have no objection to you making a child pee, but making up such a story shows that you have no regard for people's intelligence.
A child, who didn't know whether he had any memory or not, saw the smoking fuse of a bomb and urinated on it to put it out!
Wan Feng didn’t know whether others believed it or not, but he didn’t believe it anyway.
Stop making trouble!
The fuse had already appeared at that time.
Wan Feng put a fuse into a can, lit it, and threw it into the river to fry fish. The can sank to the bottom of the river and the fuse was not extinguished. How could you, a little kid, extinguish it with just a pee?
Even if the fuse could be extinguished, how could a child who barely walks around pee so accurately? It's good enough that you didn't pee on your feet or face.
If there was a bomb with a smoking fuse in front of Wan Feng... he would probably have run away with his pants in his hand.
What is bullshit? This is it!
Apart from that, Wan Feng didn't even go into any of the cathedral-like attractions.
He has no interest in Western religions that deceive people and play tricks on others.
While the others were shopping with great interest, Wan Feng was yawning continuously.
After finally getting through the day, Wan Feng said he would never go out again the next day.
If you have that much time, you might as well sleep in the hotel.
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