"Cai Minying, you spent two years abroad drinking foreign ink, and now you think you understand advanced experience? The Americans are a country driven by profit; we are a country driven by ideals. How can the two be the same?"
"You want to transplant the successful experience of a profit-driven country into an ideal-driven one? Is there something wrong with your brain? Or did the demons and monsters overseas crack open your skull and plant some evil thing inside?"
"..."
Li Ye had never cursed at a woman in his life. So when, with a can of cola cheering him on, he hammered Cai Minying with a barrage of words, both women in the room froze.
His cousin Zhao Meiwen looked at her cousin going all out and seemed to see that reckless fool who had once charged wildly through the county streets.
Except back then, that fool Li Ye had swung his fists. Now, Li Ye sprayed spittle.
Cai Minying stood stunned for a full minute. Then her eyes reddened, and even her hair seemed ready to explode.
"Who are you calling demons and monsters? Sure, I drank foreign ink for two years, but you, Li Ye, haven't drunk it for even one! I came to ask you for advice out of kindness, so why are you putting on airs with me?"
"A country driven by ideals? Where did you dig up that term? How come I've never heard us called that?"
"You look down on being profit-driven, so why do you want royalties for writing novels? Why not give them away for free? Did that Santana of yours fall from the sky? Why don't you idealistically give it to someone who needs it more?"
Knock, knock, knock~
Li Ye knocked on the table again and said irritably, "Shut