Chapter 87 Conflict
They stayed in a hotel in the city center with other team members participating in the competition. The accommodation was good. Zhang Wei, a female teacher and two other junior high school students lived in a suite.
The greenery outside the window is also nice, and the infrastructure feels a bit like that of first- and second-tier cities in China in later generations.
If the hotel waiters didn't all look South Asian, Zhang Wei would feel like she was back in China.
They lived on the same floor as the other teams from Country A. Only then did Zhang Wei realize that the other teams from Country A had basically come together, and only their school had come on their own.
Zhang Wei and the others arrived not too early, so after a short rest in the room, Teacher Ethan took them to the restaurant downstairs for dinner.
The restaurant is very large. As soon as you enter, you can tell that all the students participating in the competition should be here.
To be honest, it is no exaggeration to say that half of them are of Asian or Chinese descent. For example, in Zhang Wei's team, only one and a half of them are Chinese among the eight members, which is quite eye-catching.
There were too many people, and Teacher Ethan was afraid that they would get lost, so he asked them to remember their room numbers before letting them eat separately.
Zhang Wei refused the teacher's suggestion to get her food, she wanted to eat by herself, and Teacher Ethan had no choice but to agree.
She had gone with Paris to get the plates, but when she turned around she couldn't find him.
Then she had no choice but to take the food and go find him. What to eat? Naturally, it was Chinese food. There were many kinds of stir-fried dishes. Zhang Wei wanted to eat all the stir-fried vegetables.
Then she randomly squeezed into an empty space. In front of her was a plate of fried rice noodles. She only took a little bit and kept the plate for other things.
Seeing that the person next to her had picked up the food, she was about to move forward when the plate of the person next to her brushed past Zhang Wei's head. Zhang Wei immediately stepped sideways and just avoided it. She knew that the big guy next to her didn't see her.
As soon as Zhang Wei stepped back, the big guy saw it and realized that he almost bumped into someone, so he quickly retreated to make amends. However, this time the person behind him didn't have time to dodge, and all the plates and vegetables were knocked over.
"What are you doing? Look at what you've done!"
The girl who was hit was an Asian girl with long hair. When she saw some vegetable soup and oil stains on her shoes, she immediately exploded.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The big boy just kept bowing his head and apologizing. At first, he blurted out Chinese, but when he came to his senses, he hurriedly said, "Sorry."
"Chinese people have no quality!" The girl threw out this English sentence with a grim expression and turned to leave.
The big guy's face suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing came out.
Zhang Wei felt unhappy when she heard this. She took a step forward:
"Please take that back!"
The girl glanced at her and said, "You are not qualified to say that!"
Zhang Wei couldn't stand it anymore. She stood in front of the girl and said, "It's his fault that he made you so embarrassed. I'm also responsible. He bumped into you because he was trying to avoid me. You can apologize, ask for laundry fees, or pay compensation, but you can't insult me."
"Is your apology worth anything? How much money can you offer as compensation?" She seemed to be so angry that she laughed.
"Give me your receipt for the shoes and I'll compensate you right away, but you have to apologize!"
Zhang Wei figured that he had brought 500 US dollars with him, and if it was not enough, he would ask Paris or Teacher Ethan to borrow first.
"You poor fellow, oh, I can't afford to apologize. You have no manners, so you have no manners. Do you think you can act like a big shot just because you know a few words of English?" Then she immediately mocked him in Cantonese.
Zhang Wei could still understand what he was saying, but she was also annoyed. "This was just an accident. Why are you comparing it to the quality of a country's people? Then I'd also like to ask, where are you from? You're so narrow-minded."
Hong Kong has already returned. There are small traditional Chinese characters in a circle on the school badge on her clothes, and 90% of people who can speak Cantonese are probably Chinese. It is even more hateful to say this.
Hearing Zhang Wei's rapid-fire chatter, the big man saw that she was young but brave enough to face any challenge, and said to her in Mandarin:
"Forget it, forget it, sister, let's not bother with her. I was the one who soiled her shoes. Please help me say that I will compensate her. My spoken English is not good."
The more Zhang Wei looked at this girl, the more she seemed to be mentally ill. After all, Hong Kong had only been returned to China for two or three years, and her brain had been poisoned and damaged.
"Anyway, I'm not from a poor place like yours!" She said with great pride.
The waiter from the restaurant came over and immediately started cleaning the stains on the floor. A manager saw that there might be a conflict and said to the girl:
"Ma'am, the hotel has a free laundry service. Let me call room service for you now. We will handle it as soon as possible."
Zhang Wei didn't want to bother with the stupid guy anymore and said to the big guy, "What's the point of compensation? No need to pay. Some people look down on us and say we can't afford it anyway."
"Vera, what happened?" Paris finally found her.
At this time, the girl who heard Zhang Wei's words was a little angry. Seeing that they had another companion coming, she rolled her eyes and followed the waiter.
Zhang Wei just spoke in Mandarin, and seeing that she could understand, he knew that his guess was correct.
"It's okay, I just ran into a little problem, and it's been resolved."
Although she said that, Paris followed Zhang Wei closely with a plate in his hand, and the big man also followed behind them with a plate in his hand.
Then after Zhang Wei got the food, he sat with them.
"Sister, which province are you from? I've never seen you this young before."
The big guy seemed quite reserved, but he still spoke first after sitting down.
Zhang Wei looked at Paris, who immediately understood what she meant. He put down his fork and said carefully in Mandarin:
"Zhang Wei and I, uh...we're from...New York City."
The big man saw his stuttering Mandarin and looked at Paris seriously before reacting:
"Sorry, sorry, I thought this sister was also from China. It seems that you are Chinese from Country A!"
Zhang Wei didn't embarrass Paris: "Yes, I came from China, but I'm studying in New York City now."
"My father is Chinese too," Paris added.
The big guy laughed:
"It seems I was right. You are one of us. I haven't said thank you yet. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Jiawei, and I'm from Jicheng."
"It's okay, it's just a small matter. My name is Zhang Wei, and he is my friend Lin Yueqian."
"Little Zhang Wei, you all look so young! You're so amazing!"
Zhang Wei and Paris exchanged a look, feeling a little weak. "No, we got the spot by just barely qualifying. That's why you look so impressive."
Zhang Wei felt that Wang Jiawei had a very pure temperament, the kind of academic master who was focused on his studies and a little silly.
"Haha, it's... it's okay. Even though I got a perfect score, there are probably a lot of people like me!"
After listening to his Versailles speech, Zhang Wei and Paris immediately stood in awe, what a big boss!
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