Chapter 1680 I am now of a very high standard
Xiao Peng waved to the waiter. When the waiter came over, he took out a stack of banknotes, took out a banknote from it, handed it to the waiter and said a few words to him. After listening, the waiter nodded and left.
Fabian asked, puzzled, "Don't you charge all your expenses here to your room? Why are you still paying?"
Xiao Peng looked towards the piano and saw the waiter whisper a few words to the pianist. The pianist looked at Xiao Peng and nodded slightly to express his gratitude. Then he moved his fingers and played a more cheerful song.
"This is Tchaikovsky's 'Mazurka,'" Xiao Peng explained. "Felix played it for me once, and I thought it was beautiful."
Mazurka is a Polish folk dance, which was popularized by musicians such as Chopin. As the most popular musician in Russia, Tchaikovsky also composed his own Mazurka, which sounds very happy.
Fabian listened to music, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. Fabian was shocked: "Fuck! I've only been in St. Petersburg for a few days, how did you end up living the life of an internet celebrity?"
"Huh?" Xiao Peng was stunned. "What do you mean by an internet celebrity's life?"
Fabian explained, "Have you watched any short video apps? Those influencer videos all follow the same formula: fresh and elegant visuals, soothing music, seemingly casual yet refined lifestyles, boasting about their so-called 'high-class' lives, but in reality, they're just pretending to be awesome. Here, look at this."
As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and opened a video for Xiao Peng. "Look, these videos are basically the same: a leisurely homecoming from get off work, petting the cat and dog, then methodically making themselves a fine dinner. Afterwards, they light up some aromatherapy and open a very literary book, or have a cup of dessert and lie on the sofa watching an art film, or paint an oil painting. In short, they do whatever art they want, and everything they do is full of ritual. Just like you listening to classical music here."
Xiao Peng watched the video Fabian showed him and shook his head. "It's different. I listen to classical music like this because I can enjoy this kind of life. If someone really lives like the ones in these videos, they'd be lucky if they could stick with it for a week. Look at these videos. Every seemingly casual life is actually carefully designed. Whether it's the tableware, the cutlery, the music... Creating this atmosphere takes a lot of time. They have a team behind the scenes filming, and the result for ordinary people to follow suit is a mess."
Fabian said with disdain, "You're just finding ways to say you're of a higher class."
Xiao Peng nodded seriously: "I am already at a very high level now."
Desaryev listened to the conversation and asked in confusion, "Mr. Xiao, we've been following you for a while, and we've discovered that you're very different from what we imagined. You've been in this hotel for so long, but why do you seem so restrained? Your men are picking up girls here so freely, but how come you don't have any thoughts?"
Xiao Peng and Fabian were stunned when they heard this, then they started laughing: "Picking up girls in a hotel bar? That's the lowest form of behavior."
"Why?" Desarev asked puzzledly.
Xiao Peng glanced at Fabian, who explained, "Based on our experience, 100% of the women who approach you in high-end bars are after money!"
Desarev was about to speak when Xiao Peng shook his head and said, "Fabian, what are you talking about? What was that girl called just now? Feodorovna? Didn't she just come here to get the money? Buddy, congratulations, you've impressed me today! I'll go back and tell everyone how handsome you are!"
Fabian raised his middle finger at Xiao Peng, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough, so he simply raised the middle fingers of both hands.
Xiao Peng was so happy that he couldn't stop laughing. Just then, he finished playing the piano. He applauded the performance and said to Desarev, "Actually, finding a rich man to support you for life is a common thing in every country in the world, and it doesn't discriminate between men and women. Look at those young people just now, weren't they just gigolos? Honestly, I used to dream of being gigolos, but I just never had the chance. Now I have the opportunity, but I don't need it anymore. What a shame."
Desarev laughed after hearing this: "Mr. Xiao, you are a humorous person."
Xiao Peng shook his head. "I'm not being funny, this is the truth. All those who criticize gold-diggers and gigolos are basically people who haven't had the opportunity to dig up money or live off gigolos. As for their true intentions, who knows? The truth is, the best way for an ordinary girl to be envied is to find a wealthy man. Similarly, the best way for an ordinary man to do the same is to live off gigolos. Desarev, if an old woman like Fyodorovna offered to support you when you first left your hometown, would you refuse?"
"I absolutely refuse!" Desarev glared. "That's a man's dignity!"
Xiao Peng smiled wryly: "Haha."
This is a blatant lie. Even at the point of drinking samogon, you still talk about dignity? How many people can maintain their dignity when it comes to survival?
Fabian said, "Desaljev, we're all from France. It's not uncommon to meet gold diggers in France, but it's rare not to meet one. Michitos are everywhere there, and we're all quite wealthy. How can we not protect ourselves in such an environment?"
"Michito" is a French word used to describe women. It originally referred to beautiful, generous and enthusiastic women, but now it has become a synonym for "gold digger".
While the French are known for their respect for women, in reality, before 1965, women couldn't open a bank account in their own name, and couldn't work without their fathers or husbands' permission. While some improvements have been made over the past half century, French women still rely on men for income.
As Fabian said: "It's not surprising to meet a gold digger in France, it's strange not to meet one."
After hearing this, Desarev sighed and said, "So life is not easy for you rich people either!"
"Who said it's not easy?" Xiao Peng shook his head. "What's wrong with being rich? If we shamelessly say life is difficult, we'll be struck by lightning soon. It's just that finding true love is a little difficult. At worst, I can survive on my own, right? Desarev, where do you usually pick up girls? Don't tell me it's just in your army."
After hearing this, Desarev was silent for a while and then said, "I actually know a good place!"
"Let's go and take a look!" Xiao Peng became interested.
Desaryev was about to answer when a group of people walked in, all dressed in suits and looking menacing. Leading the group was a young man with gold-rimmed glasses and curly blond hair.
It looks like he is up to no good!
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