"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still here?" At first, Lü Xian didn't pay much attention to Wang Yao spying on her, but then the water screen showed Wei Cai going to the toilet. Lü Xian quickly waved her hand, dispersed the water screen, and chased Wang Yao away again.
"Good, good, good!" Wang Yao hurriedly slipped out of Lü Xian's room as if he were escaping, his heart filled with excitement. His matchmaking skills were indeed powerful. He had just made a move on this side, and Wei Cai had already reacted. It seemed that it wouldn't be a big problem for her and Mo Luopo to get together within a month.
But when he arrived at the hotel lobby, he felt a bit troubled. Where should he go next? Logically, now that the matter of the "Lonely One" was over, he should go to Dream City or Porcelain City to resolve the tasks of the "Widow" and "Lonely One," but the task of the "Lonely One" was not over yet.
Should we just leave him here and let him go? Given that Lü Xian is an immortal, we can't be too worried. This is related to 600 merit points, so we can't be careless. It would be better to... keep an eye on Wei Cai and go to Zhidu with her. Once she gets involved with Mo Luopo, we can call Lü Xian over to verify it in person.
Having made up his mind, he wasn't in a hurry to leave the Qunshan Hotel. He looked around the lobby and then walked towards the hotel reception, intending to book a room and monitor Wei Cai through the interface panel in the room. He planned to follow her after she left the next day.
However, Wang Yao stopped after taking only two steps because he saw an old acquaintance. He saw Yang Quanxing, who looked very refined, and a middle-aged man with a mohawk hairstyle. The two of them were chatting and laughing together at a conference registration point next to the hotel front desk.
Because the Qunshan Hotel is located near a famous tourist spot in Huadu, there are quite a few conferences. It's normal that there are several conference registration desks in the lobby. Yang Quanxing was chatting with the man with the mohawk next to him while smiling, but his eyes swept over Wang Yao's face without stopping.
Clearly, since this professor's bestial nature was completely suppressed, his five senses have become less sharp. Over time, his memory of Wang Yao has faded to nothing, and he has completely forgotten about Wang Yao.
Wang Yao had no intention of reminiscing with this former professor. Instead, he became interested in the conference they were attending. In his memory, Yang Quanxing used to be a scholar who vigorously promoted the goodness of Western culture. Could the conference he was attending now also be related to that?
Based on everything Wang Yao had encountered in the human realm and what had just happened to Zhen Huai, Wang Yao believed that the human realm's preferential treatment of foreigners was closely related to the instigation of a group of scholars in the human realm.
Why does this trend of clearly belittling oneself and praising foreigners have a market in academic circles? Although Wang Yao had some understanding of it before, it was only a superficial understanding, and he could not grasp its essence.
He had originally planned to stay at the hotel for another day, and if given the chance, he would really like to listen to the insightful opinions of Yang Quanxing and his ilk.
"Symposium Commemorating the Centenary of Chairman Mao's Statement on Relations with Foreign Countries," Wang Yao tilted his head and saw the words on the notice board to the right of the registration area. He was momentarily stunned. Of course, he knew Chairman Mao; he was the great man who led the world to stand up from the enslavement of foreign countries.
His discourse on the relationship between the human world and the foreign world is advocating the superiority of the foreign world? It seems highly unlikely. Could it be that Professor Yang Quanxing changed his ways after being suppressed and started advocating for non-compromise towards foreigners?
With questions in his mind, Wang Yao first went to the hotel front desk to check in, and then went to the registration area for the conference. Yang Quanxing had already left, and the mohawk-wearing man was chatting with a pretty young woman in her twenties who was checking in.
"...I'm telling you women, your feudal and traditional ideas are even more stubborn than ours. Who says that once you women get married, you can only stay at home and take care of your husbands and children? If you women do things well, you can make your husbands stay at home and take care of your husbands and children."
“I actually envy that kind of life. Cleaning the house every day, cooking three meals a day, taking the kids to and from school, reading some books and practicing calligraphy in your spare time, isn’t that great? Let me tell you, I cook, and it tastes pretty good.” The mohawk-wearing man said with a smile.
"I think you're just shirking your responsibilities, making women earn money to support the family. How can you even say that?" the woman said disdainfully to the man in the mohawk.
"Why are you embarrassed? Look at you, this is just your feudal thinking acting up again. What era are we living in? Does it matter who earns money to support the family? Being a good wife and mother is not necessarily inferior to earning money to support the family. Think about it, being a good wife means that you need to help your husband earn money to support the family."
"You deserve half of the credit for this medal, don't you? Besides, what is a child? They are the future of our society. If you educate our future well, you will have made a great contribution to our society. Don't you think so?"
"Look at you, you've done half the work of being a good wife and mother, earning money to support the family, and you've also contributed to the future of humanity. I think your value is far greater than just earning money to support the family!" The Mohican man boasted on and on.
"I don't care about any of that. As for me, I can't do what you say about being a good wife and mother. Ideally, you men would take care of everything: being a good wife and mother, earning money to support the family. We women just need to dress ourselves up beautifully every day so that you men can enjoy our beauty every day."
“I married him and bore him children, what more does he want from me? If he dares to disagree, I’ll make his life miserable,” the woman laughed.
“You…” The mohawk-clad man shook his head, still smiling. “Do you know what extreme feminism is? It’s about excluding all the responsibilities that a person should bear as a human being, and only highlighting the rights that you should enjoy as a woman.”
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