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Why do adults today lack the feeling of being grown-up?

When the prison A started spreading rumors about female students and the three major delivery companies, I knew things were going to go wrong.
I know at least 80 students who have studied abroad, and countless have studied for master's degrees in the United States; how come they are all doing fine? The rumors about female international students and the rumors about the mother-daughter of international students, as expected, high school students can't comprehend the circle of international students.

One day, Yongzheng suddenly asked the guard Tuli Chen: "Do you have a legal wife? You must be thirty years old this year, right?" Tuli Chen hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty, I am thirty-two years old this year. I originally had a legal wife, but she died of a fever last year."
Yongzheng did not respond, extended his hand to warm himself by the fire, the cinnabar residue on his knuckles darkened by the steam. After a while, he casually grabbed the cold milk tea on the table, took a sip, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Fever... It was indeed hot in the capital last summer."
Tuli Chen remained bowed, only able to see the dragon pattern on the emperor's boot tip. He heard the sound of the teacup being set down, followed by the rustling of paper, but still waited for the words "kneel in peace".
After about ten breaths, Yongzheng suddenly asked, "Is there a child left at home?" His voice seemed to drift out from the memorial.
"Your Majesty, there is a little girl, only four years old, living with her grandmother in Tongzhou," Tuli Chen replied briefly, but added, "I have many duties, and I am afraid the child will be noisy, so I did not bring her into the city."
The emperor said, "Hmm," and did not ask further. He took out a memorial on Jiangnan water conservancy, scratched a line next to the words "embankment worker" with his fingernail, and then spoke again: "How much is your monthly salary?"
"Three taels of silver as regular pay, one shi of rice, and two taels of silver for seasonal duties," he answered quickly, as if he had memorized it.
After hearing this, Yongzheng closed the memorial and raised his hand to signal Tuli Chen to rise. As the guard stood straight, his legs felt numb, and he swayed slightly. The emperor noticed, moved the corner of his mouth, and surprisingly showed a hint of a smile: "After standing for nearly ten years, you still can’t kneel steady?"
Tuli Chen did not dare to respond and simply listened with his hands down. Yongzheng, however, changed the subject: "You know about the land by the Chaobai River in Tongzhou, right? Last year, the river works allocated two hundred hectares, originally said to be a reward for the soldiers.
The cabinet proposed a list, with forty hectares allocated to the Plain Yellow Banner. I remember your grandfather accompanied Prince Yu to Jiangnan; his name is on the list."
When the emperor said this, he paused and raised his eyes to stare at him: "Do you want to take ten mu, to leave some food land for your child?"
Tuli Chen was stunned, his lips moved, but he did not make a sound. Yongzheng was not in a hurry, extended his hand to warm by the fire, waiting for his response.
The guard finally knelt down, but not to express gratitude; instead, he knocked his head: "Your servant... Your servant cannot leave due to duty, and Tongzhou is too far, afraid that it will ruin Your Majesty's land."
The warm room fell silent again. After listening, Yongzheng was not angry, but instead laughed softly, his voice low and short: "You are indeed a straightforward person."
He casually pulled out a piece of plain paper, wrote a few lines, folded it into a square, and handed it over: "Take this to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, just say it was said by me, select some silt land closer to the city gate, five mu will be enough, don't delay your shift."
Tuli Chen took it with both hands, his knuckles turning white. The emperor added, "Bring the little girl back; she can't be without people at four years old. There is a small room behind the duty room, originally for the eunuchs to rest, you can borrow it to live in first, and vacate it in spring."
After finishing his words, Yongzheng waved his hand, signaling him to kneel in peace. Tuli Chen retreated to the threshold, suddenly hearing the emperor speak again from behind, his voice drifting out like from the memorial: "For those who have died, just burn some paper; for those who are alive, they need to eat."
He did not dare to turn around and simply responded with a "Yes," quickly exiting the warm room. The wind in the twelfth month whipped the snowflakes against his face, and he realized his back was already soaked.
The next day, the Ministry of Internal Affairs indeed allocated five mu of riverbank land next to the horse market outside the Right An Gate, with the land deed stating "Tuli Chen's daughter is in charge," rent-free for ten years. The small room behind the duty house was also vacated, the window paper newly pasted, and there was still half a bundle of firewood left in the stove.
On the day the four-year-old girl was brought into the city, she wore a big red cotton coat, which her grandmother had altered overnight. She clutched Tuli Chen's scabbard tightly, mumbling "Dad".
The guard squatted down, holding the child in his arms, realizing for the first time that the winter in the capital was not so cold.
Later, Tuli Chen continued to stand guard, still polishing the scabbard until it shone. However, when he returned home from the night shift, he would carefully tiptoe into the door, afraid of kicking the small wooden bowl on the ground.
Occasionally, his colleagues on duty would tease, "Guard Tuli, I heard you have received the imperial estate now, so you can be considered half a landlord." He would just smile and not argue, raising his hand to pour a bowl of milk tea for the other person.
In the spring of the seventh year of Yongzheng, Tuli Chen was promoted to a third-class guard for capturing a mad monk who intruded into the Longzong Gate, changing to wear the white pheasant feathers.
On the day of the promotion, he was still on duty in the Qianqing Palace; the emperor did not mention the land again, and he did not express gratitude. The two of them, separated by the red platform, one lowered his head to review the memorial, and the other stood at attention with his knife, as if the conversation from last year’s twelfth month had never happened.
Historical books do not record the tears of small people, nor do they remember the emperor's casual remark, "Those who are alive need to eat." However, the five mu of riverbank land did indeed grow wheat, and the little girl later married into the Plain Yellow Banner's cattle recording, giving birth to two sons and a daughter.
Tuli Chen lived to seventy-eight, and before he died, he sewed the land deed into a pouch against his skin, repeatedly muttering, "The emperor said to leave some food land for the child."
In front of the emperor, there were thirty breaths, with no grand decree or warning, just a casual conversation on a snowy day.
But it is these inconspicuous moments that allow the cold Forbidden City to occasionally reveal a hint of warmth, like the last ember in the fire pit, dimly glowing, illuminating the guard's scabbard and the cinnabar on the emperor's fingertips.

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In fact, I oppose Prison A because the phenomenon of the slaughter line he exposed is of no use at all. With the fighting spirit of Americans, knowing about the slaughter line won't lead to rebellion; they don't have that awareness. It might prevent some idiots domestically from fleeing, and having inferior population stay in the country is not a good thing for improving national quality. It can be seen that Prison A's matter not only has no positive effect but rather only negative effects.[Cool][Cool][Cool][Sinister][Sinister][Sinister][Doge][Doge][Doge]

I'm really curious about the meaning of those ZAMA IPO quotes that are higher than the current pre-market prices 😂, is it intentional or just messing around?
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Wow, the Haval female international students are not only incredibly ignorant about the American massacre line, but they even defend drug users, saying that smoking marijuana and using drugs is just like smoking cigarettes, as long as it doesn't affect others, it's fine to use.
It's really so damn scary!

Why can't ordinary Chinese families consume as much beef as families in Europe and America?

Old Jia has responded again. From the very beginning, Old Jia's mistakes have been absurdly wrong, not a single one correct!
1. You going head-to-head with Luo Yonghao is a serious imbalance in the game. Old Jia's chips are 400 stores and all his fortune, while Luo Yonghao's chip is just his mouth. In this kind of game, Old Jia can only lose, it's just a matter of losing more or losing less. Luo Yonghao came from New Oriental, and he has had plenty of conversations with Yu Boss; do you see Teacher Yu even looking at him?
2. From beginning to end, Old Jia has been too aggressive! You are in the service industry, serving people; just because the company has grown doesn't mean you are invincible and always right. First, correct your own position before speaking out! No one likes such an aggressive boss. Your employees can’t afford to offend you, but consumers won’t tolerate bad behavior! Fundamentally, at the start, Luo Yonghao was there to have a meal; he is a consumer and should be allowed to speak. Look at McDonald's and Starbucks; similar things often happen. Journalists undercover at McDonald's found altered expiration dates and used expired ingredients, and their first reaction was to apologize, not to confront the undercover journalist;
3. Having two big heads fanning the flames really hasn’t done any good. It seems that Old Jia has issues with recognizing people. Old Jia says it’s all his fault, unrelated to the two big heads. This is a typical display of arrogance, refusing to admit mistakes even when cornered. Can’t you be low-key for once, admit your mistakes, and acknowledge that you were fooled? How much is face worth? Is it worth 500 million?
4. This proactive challenge is yet another mistake. You can't afford to provoke Old Luo's mouth; you must recognize reality and keep your distance. When it's time to back down, you must bow your head. The market sympathizes with the weak, and a high-profile counterattack will only make consumers more disgusted.
5. For 125 days, Xibei has come up with various bad tricks, and the core message is one: I am not wrong! The lamb I use is the best, that’s why it’s expensive. My frozen broccoli is exported to Europe and America, cleaner than what you buy in the vegetable market, and it costs more. You should eat frozen broccoli, with a shelf life of two years! Consumers come to eat, not to receive your education or listen to your lectures on why central kitchens are not considered pre-prepared meals. They come to restaurants for the chef's skills, wanting the chef to stir-fry on the spot; no one wants to eat something you take out of the fridge and heat up to serve. This is the mindset of Chinese consumers; you must adapt to the situation and not confront aggressively!
Watching Old Jia make blunders one after another, I really worry for this junior.