Chapter 549

After sending Seifert back to his home first, the three of them took a taxi back to the villa.

"Sis, I'm hungry. Go make something to eat." As soon as they got home, the starving Gao Liang opened the fridge, but it was full of drinks, and the food had just run out.

"What do you want to eat?" Luo Quan had been drinking juice all night and was a bit hungry herself.

"Anything, as long as it fills my stomach." Gao Liang never had any special requirements for food.

"What about you, Mia? Do you want to eat something?" Luo Quan asked Mia, who was on the sofa nearby.

"Uh... just make a vegetable salad." Mia thought for a moment and said.

Ten minutes later, Luo Quan came out with two vegetable salads and two egg sandwiches.

The salad was for her and Mia, and the sandwiches were for Gao Liang.

"You girls really eat light to lose weight." Gao Liang picked up a sandwich and took a big bite; besides the fried egg, it was stuffed with bacon and ham sausage, making the filling quite rich.

"I'm just losing weight recently; I haven't exercised much in the past while and got fat." Mia explained with a smile, then popped a piece of tomato into her mouth.

"By the way, what does Miss Mia usually do?" Luo Quan asked while eating; she still had the idea of getting to know and befriending Mia.

"I follow my grandfather in venture capital, and occasionally I trade stocks, but compared to the businesses of my grandfather and father, it's all just small-time stuff." Before speaking, Mia pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth, quite elegantly, forming a sharp contrast with Luo Quan, who was eating lettuce in big mouthfuls.

"That's saying something; compared to your grandfather's net worth, the operations of most stock investors in this world are small-time stuff." Gao Liang laughed, "But you said before that your college major was sociology; why go into financial business?

If you wanted to do business, why didn't you study business-related majors in college?"

"My thoughts might be something most people can't understand." Mia smiled lightly, glanced at Gao Liang, and finally rested her gaze on Luo Quan. "But Luo Quan will definitely understand."

"What thoughts?" Luo Quan blinked, holding a spoon in her mouth.

"America is sick, and I want to cure her."

Mia stated a grand dream in an understated way. Upon hearing this, Gao Liang even stopped his sandwich-eating motion, his mouth wide open as he looked at her.

Mia looked at Luo Quan and said seriously: "On this point, you, who could write *This Is America*, should be able to see it."

Luo Quan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "The problems in America now, as long as you are someone who reads the news, you should be clear about them; it's just that most people are trying to play dumb."

"Yeah, everyone is pretending not to see." Mia nodded and sighed: "I originally thought that by studying sociology, I could figure out why this society is sick and find a solution.

But later I discovered that relying on this can't save America; sociology is too macro and too much of a paper exercise, so I plan to focus on the practical and solve the most pressing problems, such as racial discrimination and the wealth gap."

"So that's the reason you entered the business world?" Gao Liang now understood a little.

He had learned from his sister before that there are two types of businessmen in this world: one is the capitalist, and the other is the people's entrepreneur.

If following Mia's thoughts, the one she wants to become should be the latter.

Mia said softly: "Actually, the economy and such are easy to talk about; after all, in most parts of America, even a homeless person can have their daily life guaranteed.

The most important thing is how to solve racial discrimination; this is currently America's most acute problem, and I've thought about it for a long time without knowing how to solve it."

Listening to Mia's words, Luo Quan felt quite emotional inside.

She didn't expect that this girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth would actually harbor such concern for the world and the nation.

It's just that her aspirations are too grand, while the object she wants to cure is already terminally ill; without strong medicine, success is simply impossible.

Luo Quan actually had some suggestions; China has never lacked things like "dragon-slaying techniques," both ancient and modern versions.

However, considering the environment in America, if Mia were really to learn and implement them, she would probably be shot in the back a dozen times and die by suicide before long.

Luo Quan still had a very good impression of Mia for having such thoughts, but she couldn't bring herself to guide Mia to jump into a fire pit.

"Luo Quan, I wonder what your take is on this matter?" Mia knew that Luo Quan was a native-born Chinese, and she had always been very eager to understand this country, which has a completely different system from America.

She really wanted to know why the people there could be so united, why the public safety at night was so good, and why they were so deeply hateful toward capitalists.

"Your thoughts are definitely good, but the direction might be a little off." Luo Quan said, poking her finger upward, "When a person takes the wrong path, the problem is definitely not the feet, but the brain, after all, that is the center that controls the body."

Mia immediately grasped the meaning in Luo Quan's words: "You mean, the American government?"

"Obviously." Luo Quan nodded and said: "As a Chinese person, the American government news I see most often online—seven out of ten stories are about your officials attacking each other and shifting blame.

Two parties dragging each other down; isn't it nonsense to think about governing the country well?

Also, an election system where even a businessman can become president; is there really no problem with that?"

Mia asked: "You mean, to solve the problem, we should start from the government side?"

"That's for you to judge yourself." Luo Quan smiled helplessly, "After all, I'm not American, and my understanding of America is ultimately one-sided and stereotypical. You've lived here for so long, so you should be able to make a more correct decision than I can."

At this point, Mia fell into a long contemplation, her eyes sometimes confused, sometimes bright.

Beside them, Gao Liang had finished his sandwich and took out his phone to scroll through Twitter.

Although he currently lived in America, and his work and studies were all in America, he had spent most of the first half of his life here.

But he was actually British and had no intention of becoming an American citizen, so how to solve America's problems didn't really have much to do with him.

"Chatting with you is really rewarding; I hope we can have more opportunities to communicate in the future." After thinking for a while, Mia stood up and thanked Luo Quan.

Mia had originally come out this time to see Gao Liang and develop a relationship with him, but she didn't expect to be able to talk so congenially with Gao Liang's sister and gain so much inspiration; it could be said she was full of gains.

Luo Quan smiled and responded: "If there's a chance in the future, you can come to China to play; perhaps in China, you can gain even more."

"I definitely will!" Mia said seriously, then bid farewell to the siblings and left the villa.

"You two are really something; two descendants of capitalists discussing how to overthrow the world's largest capitalist country here." After Mia left, Gao Liang couldn't help but start complaining, "It's fortunate that the FBI didn't install surveillance in the house, otherwise it wouldn't be long before they came to arrest you two for investigation."

"Comrade Gao Liang, I see your ideological awareness still needs improvement." Luo Quan looked at her brother and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Although Mia and I are descendants of capitalists, we ourselves are oriented toward the people."

"You mean those black people?" Gao Liang chuckled, "You might be oriented toward them, but they might not necessarily be oriented toward you."

As the little emperor of the New York underground rap scene, he had dealt with the black community a long time ago, and Gao Liang couldn't be more familiar with their character.

Trying to use the great idea of helping the world to reform these people is no less difficult than trying to persuade a tiger to go vegetarian.

Can a tiger go vegetarian? A tiger without enzymes in its stomach to digest plants has only one path to death if it eats vegetarian, so this is simply impossible.

By the same token, this also applies to a considerable portion of black people.

"A considerable portion" is still a conservative way of putting it; Gao Liang actually wanted to use "the majority," but considering his sister's current reputation in the black community was still okay, if she were to act as a saint, perhaps the effect would be better.

If it were Mia, that might not be the case.

Mia was born as the child of pure American capitalists, and in the financial industry, which contributes nothing to society.

If it were running a factory or a ranch, exploitation is exploitation, but at least it provided jobs and supported a large group of workers.

But what have those in finance and stock trading contributed? They are all trying every possible way to harvest the blood and sweat money of the leeks; calling them vampires is already giving them too much credit.

Hearing her brother's words, Luo Quan wanted to refute, but didn't know how to give examples.

Although Gao Liang's view was a bit extreme, when you think about it carefully, that's exactly how it is.

However, she still felt that if such a problem appeared in a group, it was definitely not entirely their own fault; there must be external reasons at work.

Black people have such a bad reputation now, and white Americans are also one of the culprits.

Still the same saying: as long as racial discrimination is not abolished for one day, strife and injustice will always exist.

It's easy to say, but extremely difficult to do; after all, even a "perfect person" like Luo Quan, who is called a moral pioneer by the outside world, actually doesn't have much good feeling toward black people in developed countries either.

The money she donated abroad basically only went to two places.

One is the Middle East, and the other is Africa.

Flipping through history on her phone, this world didn't seem to have anyone named "Martin Luther King," nor had anyone performed actions like his.

So, without even the basic soil to solve the problem, it's no wonder Gao Liang would think this is a task that is fundamentally impossible to complete.

"But no matter what, having a dream is always good. How many great undertakings in the last century were at first just impractical, ridiculous dreams in people's mouths?" Luo Quan was silent for a while and said these words.

"I certainly respect such a dream, but if you want me to contribute to this dream, first let me return to the UK, and then we'll see if it's worth it." Gao Liang smiled craftily, "After all, life is precious. You should know the saying 'a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall,' right, Sis?"

"It seems you know quite a lot about Chinese culture." Luo Quan looked at Gao Liang in surprise; she really didn't expect him to be able to rattle off Chinese idioms one after another, and use them so accurately.

Gao Liang laughed: "Dad made me learn it. He said China is developing rapidly and will be on par with America in a few years. Learning more knowledge now might mean that one day in the future, I'll have to go to China to beg for food."

"You're overthinking it." Luo Quan chuckled, "Someone like you, who has been mixing with gang-related elements since childhood, is a bona fide 'tainted artist.' In China, as long as this experience is dug up, you'll be banned within three days, and all your works will have to be wiped out!"

"Is it that serious?" Gao Liang expressed his inability to understand, because his family upbringing was very strict. When he was with the gangsters in New York, he was already very careful; he didn't touch anything they gave him, just exchanged rap techniques together. Would this also lead to being banned?

Luo Quan said seriously: "Can't understand it? But in China, it's just that strict. Many behaviors that don't seem to be a problem in America are red lines within red lines in China. If you get caught, you're banned without negotiation, and in serious cases, you have to go to jail.

So, if you really want to make it in China in the future, I suggest you read the Constitution of China first."

"Let's talk about it later; I'm allergic to text-based things right now." Gao Liang said, rubbing his temples.

Some time ago, Harvard sent him an email asking him to prepare for exams; if his grades didn't meet the standard, he wouldn't get credits, and if he didn't have enough credits, he would have to drop out.

Gao Liang still really wanted a Harvard diploma. In order not to drop out, Gao Liang had been cramming and reviewing books every day for the past few days. After half a month of forgetting to eat and sleep, he finally passed the exam.

Why else would they say the Albert family has good genes? Not only is everyone's appearance top-notch, but their IQ is also quite excellent, and they learn everything fast.

After Gao Liang passed the exam, Seifert immediately backhanded a Twitter trending topic to hype it up, marketing Gao Liang's "straight-A student" persona, once again gaining a large number of fans and praise from society.

However, while he was glorious on the surface, only Gao Liang himself knew how bitter it was behind the scenes.

That half-month of intensive review really exhausted almost all his energy. In just these ten days, it was more tiring than when he held fifty concerts across America.

After passing the exam, Gao Liang vengefully burned all the books, shedding tears while burning them.

Strong as he was, he was indeed forced to tears by these complex and tongue-twisting knowledge points in the books.

From then on, he was temporarily allergic to things like books; as soon as the word "study" was mentioned, he would get goosebumps all over his body.

PS: Mentioning America, politics, and such here is mainly to lay the groundwork for the protagonist's future plot in America. If readers don't like it, you can directly give feedback, and the author will try to adopt it and make adjustments.

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