Chapter 1238 This is my stage name
Xiao Peng feels very inconvenient every time he returns to The Hague.
After all, The Hague has no airport or port, so the best way is to go to Rotterdam and then take the high-speed train to The Hague. After leaving the train station, the taxi that Alfred ordered has been waiting here for a long time.
A young driver in a black suit and a baseball cap was waiting for Xiao Peng and others with a sign. The three of them got in the car and went home directly.
When he arrived at the door, Xiao Peng frowned.
Now there are at least two hundred people gathered on the way home. They are not making any noise or noise, but just holding banners with various protest slogans written on them. The general content is to ask Xiao Peng to release Liebao and give them freedom.
There were police cars nearby, apparently to maintain order.
When they saw Xiao Peng's taxi, the demonstrators stood on both sides of the road and held out banners in front of the car so that the people in the car could see the banners clearly.
However, the slogans were really rude. Xiao Peng took a look at them and decided not to read them - he didn't want to get himself into trouble.
Khedira suddenly laughed: "Compared to others, the Dutch people are still very friendly!"
"Hmm? Why do you say that?" Kasim asked.
Xiao Peng said, "If it were the French people now, the car would probably be filled with rotten eggs and tomatoes!"
Kassin and Khedira laughed together after hearing this.
But the taxi driver said: "You are just lucky."
"Good luck? What does that mean?" Kasim was puzzled.
The taxi driver said, "During the global pandemic, we in the Netherlands issued a curfew. How could the free Dutch people impose a curfew? As a result, the worst riots in our country in over 40 years broke out. These riots spread across 15 cities. In Eindhoven, hundreds of demonstrators clashed with local police, and many supermarkets were looted! Protests also broke out in The Hague. Thinking back on what happened that day, I still find it terrifying."
Xiao Peng was about to comfort him, but he added, "Of course, compared to those French people, we're doing pretty good. My God, tens of thousands of people protested in France! The French people's fighting gene is truly strong! In comparison, we're just a bunch of ignorant fools with a lot of energy and nowhere to vent."
Xiao Peng laughed. Although the total area of Europe is almost the same as that of Daxia, it has 46 independent countries. Although these countries may have originally been one country, they are full of disdain and mutual ridicule.
Take France, for example. When people in Daxia mention France, they often think of keywords like "romance," "French cuisine," "fashion," "luxury goods," and the "Eiffel Tower," all of which are generally positive. But in the eyes of the Dutch, what about France? They're just a bunch of naturally rebellious, arrogant, and lazy people.
In their eyes, the French only do four things every year: prepare for vacation, go on vacation; prepare for a strike, go on strike.
Of course, it's not just the French they look down upon. To be more precise, they despise 45 of the 46 European countries except themselves: Germany is a bigot; Britain is full of drunks and football hooligans; Switzerland is a country made up of French people who don't want to be French and Germans who are more German than the Germans; Italy is the "Big Summer of Europe" who only cares about pasta and mom; Spain is "country bumpkin fashion insulator"; Portugal is a remote corner...
Of course, the Netherlands does not have a good image in the eyes of other European countries. It is a country of misers and homosexuals.
Hmm? Xiao Peng wholeheartedly agrees with the "miser" point, but as for the homosexual country? In Xiao Peng's eyes, Belgium is far behind. In Belgium, it seems like everyone on the street is either lesbian or gay.
Xiao Peng said, "Although I've lived in France for a long time, I think what you're saying is absolutely correct. The French concept of struggle is ingrained in their genes. Isn't it good for people to live in peace? Why all the hostility? I've been to many places, and I now sincerely believe that only peaceful places are the best."
The driver was stunned by his answer: "Mr. Xiao, are you talking to me?"
Xiao Peng was confused by his question: "Of course I'm talking to you. What's the problem?"
The driver grinned. "Mr. Xiao, I thought billionaires like you had high-pitched eyes. You didn't say a word the whole way, and the atmosphere in the car was so depressing. I thought you looked down on us... Uh, I thought you were just keeping your distance from everyone."
Xiao Peng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Were you trying to say I looked down on you? No, no, no, no, you're overthinking it. I wouldn't look down on anyone who works hard. I was just thinking the whole time: I don't think anyone would be in a good mood if they were entangled in something like this, right? And I also received a lawyer's letter, and I'm really upset right now."
"Rich people also have worries! I thought you rich people didn't have worries." said the young driver.
Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Everyone has troubles. Of course, I won't be too hypocritical because I've been poor myself. So to be honest, rich people have far fewer troubles than poor people. But believe me, just because there are fewer troubles doesn't mean there aren't any. Look, at least no one is protesting at your door like this, right?"
The young driver nodded and said, "That's right. Actually, there are many people in the Netherlands who keep large cats as pets. My boss has a black panther. But it's fine for others, but you've got so much trouble."
Xiao Peng said helplessly, "I found four motherless leopard cubs in Africa. If I hadn't raised them, they would have died long ago. This is ultimately due to 'hatred of the rich.'"
The gate of the villa opened, and the young driver drove in and said, "Mr. Xiao, based on my experience, drinking a little and dancing is very helpful in relaxing your mood."
Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. Actually, that's how I usually relax. I have dedicated dance floors at home and on my boat. Maybe in a few years when I'm older I'll find different ways to relax, but right now this is definitely the best way for me to unwind. Of course, I still want to thank you for giving me such a good suggestion."
The young driver parked the car at the door of the house, where Alfred had been waiting for a long time.
The driver got out and opened the door for Xiao Peng. Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Thank you."
Khedira directly gave the driver a tip of 100 euros.
After thanking him, the driver suddenly pulled out a business card and said, "Mr. Xiao, I actually have a part-time job at the best nightclub in The Hague. If you're interested, come and have a drink. I'll find someone to give you a discount."
Xiao Peng was stunned, but still took the business card: "Your name is Ai Kou? Are you kidding?"
'Eko' means something like idiot in Dutch, so why would anyone use that name?
The young driver smiled sheepishly and said, "It's a stage name."
"And what about a stage name? Well, I think it's impolite to call you that. So, I'll call you Xiao Ai. I'll definitely go there if I get a chance!"
"Wow! It's my honor!"
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