Alexander the Great (Second Update)

Liu Chang'an waved goodbye to Miao Yingying and Bai Hui as they walked away. Baolong Center had only been open for a short time, but it was clearly doing well and had become a new landmark for meetings and gatherings.

"Those two older girls seemed unhappy!" Children are quite sensitive to the emotions of others.

"No," Liu Chang'an shook his head. "I sincerely educated them on the importance of self-awareness, and they also deeply realized their shortcomings. We had a frank exchange, and everyone was very happy."

Zhou Dongdong couldn't understand; many of the words were quite complicated.

"They're not like you. I told you you're a stupid kid, but you never admit it," Liu Chang'an said to Zhou Dongdong with disappointment.

"Because I'm not... I'm clever and brave..." Zhou Dongdong would never admit it, "What did Brother Chang'an just say was delicious?"

"You heard me say it was delicious."

What's good to eat?

"It tastes delicious, but you'll die if you eat it."

"How could such a thing exist?" Zhou Dongdong was incredulous. Children don't fully understand "death," but the feeling of fear is instinctive. Delicious food is Zhou Dongdong's favorite thing in the world, but death is the most terrifying thing. How could this be...? If such a thing existed, would she eat it or not?

"You're not thinking about whether you should eat it or not if it will kill you, are you?" Liu Chang'an watched Zhou Dongdong's eyes tremble as they darted around, and he felt that she was thinking about an extremely foolish question.

Zhou Dongdong is an honest child, and he nodded vigorously.

Liu Chang'an slapped her on the butt.

Liu Chang'an and Zhou Dongdong continued their leisurely stroll. Liu Chang'an leaned over the edge of the skating rink and watched for a while. Zhou Dongdong thought the skating rink was actually a giant ice cream cone that could surely keep people eating for the whole summer.

Liu Chang'an felt that if the ice rink was like a giant ice cream cone, then the people skating on it in ice skates were like flies—an ice cream cone crawling with flies.

The two chatted for a while about how the ice rink resembled ice cream, when he received a call from An Nuan asking where he was.

We met at the elevator entrance on the restaurant floor. It turned out that Liu Yuewang had gone to two shops before going to the spa, which caused a delay, and she had just finished.

When they met, Liu Chang'an originally intended to introduce Zhou Dongdong, but he didn't expect that An Nuan had already told Zhang Taole and Han Zhizhi that there was a child named Zhou Dongdong who came to freeload a meal.

Zhou Dongdong spun around calling out to her sister, including Liu Yuewang, which made Liu Yuewang hesitate for a moment, but she was still overjoyed. What a clever child.

The restaurant is on the 89th floor. There is a large pool at the entrance, with lush bamboo growing on both sides. A gentle breeze blows through the corridor, the water ripples, and a few koi swim in the shallow water.

In the reception area, there is a portrait of Alexander the Great, which vividly portrays the legendary figure with modern fine painting techniques.

"So this is what Alexander looked like?" Liu Chang'an learned something new again.

The waitress smiled gently, "This painting is by Mr. KWAS, a genuine piece. The restaurant acquired it at auction for one million eight hundred thousand dollars."

Upon hearing that it cost one million eight hundred thousand US dollars, several girls and women stopped to admire the huge, exquisite painting embedded in the wall.

"I thought it was a photograph!" Zhang Taole looked at it again and again, still finding it hard to tell whether it was a drawing or a photograph.

"Alexander the Great was born on July 20, 356 BC, and has been dead for over two thousand years. Where did you get this photo?" Han Zhizhi's historical knowledge is actually quite good.

"Alexander the Great never existed!" Liu Yuewang said in a startling statement.

The waitress gave an awkward smile; there are all kinds of people in the world.

"This isn't the first time I've heard that Alexander the Great never existed," An Nuan said, looking at Liu Chang'an.

"I've never seen Alexander the Great. I only know that the earliest claims of his existence came from Central Asians. At first, Europe themselves didn't believe it, but later they still wrote history book after history. Central Asia is a very interesting place; those mythical figures they claim to have been born into always end up being adored by Europe and then become historical figures." Liu Chang'an chuckled. After wandering around for so many years, traveling all over the world, why did he still return here?

Some people believe that Longevity would lead to a lack of national identity, a lack of national consciousness, a sense of superiority, and a cold indifference towards wars between ethnicities, races, and civilizations. In reality, living a long life does indeed lead to a more detached perspective on certain things, a reduction in deep obsessions and grudges. However, it also brings a clearer understanding of one's own heart, a greater accustomedness to places where one can find peace and tranquility, and a return to a place that feels most comfortable. This is partly due to an inherent aversion to places where the roots of civilization and history are fabricated through lies.

"The common practice in the West to fabricate history is to dig up some person—whether it's a great emperor or a pharaoh—and then randomly find a record from the Bible or Homer's epics to attach to it. When needed, they can just find any urn containing ashes and call it Aristotle. It's completely made up on demand," Liu Yuewang said earnestly to Zhang Taole and Han Zhizhi. "In a little while, I'll send you an article on WeChat that criticizes Western archaeological pseudoscience. It was written by a history professor I know; he's very famous, and I've personally consulted him."

"Mom, but when you say it's posted on WeChat, it doesn't seem very convincing." An Nuan was, of course, the first reader to receive Liu Yuewang's forwarded message.

"It's actually quite easy to understand. Seeking glory for one's ancestors is a very common thing, and everyone should understand that. It's even normal to be deceived. But to stubbornly believe it after the deception has been exposed is just foolish." Liu Chang'an waved his hand. "Forget it, Alexander has already condensed his divine essence; he can't be shaken in a short time."

So we went into the restaurant together, but the painting at the entrance was worth so much money, which made us want to sit up straight and seriously enjoy this high-end meal.

Liu Yuewang had booked a private room by the window. It would be a waste not to have a window seat in a restaurant on the 89th floor. After sitting down, she first marveled at the view before settling down properly. Liu Yuewang was clearly not a first-timer here; she was very calm and composed.

Liu Chang'an was naturally more composed. He was someone who had jumped from even higher rooftops before. Although Zhou Dongdong had been to Fairy Sister's house, she now wanted to climb onto Liu Chang'an's back to stand higher and see further. Liu Chang'an unhesitatingly pulled her aside. They were already this high; what difference would it make if she stood a little higher?

"Don't be so rough with children." Liu Yuewang beckoned to Zhou Dongdong, "Come, sit down here."

"Thank you, sister." Zhou Dongdong climbed onto the chair next to Liu Yuewang and sat down.

Liu Yuewang was overjoyed, barely suppressing her laughter. She had just finished her facial, and the beautician had instructed her not to make any dramatic facial expressions for the time being. But she was really happy. Even though she was embarrassed to call herself "sister," she knew that if she talked to Zhou Dongdong would keep calling her "sister, sister."