Technological Hegemony

It was the Lantern Festival in a blink of an eye, and Luo Jia called her parents. They finally got the tickets for the Lantern Festival in the Forbidden City. They had to stay in the capital and return tomorrow, so they couldn't catch up to watch the fireworks by the Huangpu River.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Chunbiao and his colleagues from the security department drove everyone to Puxi. There were not many people, about fifty or sixty people, all of whom were senior executives of the company.

It's not that Luo Jia engages in privileges, but that the company is too big now, and he wants all his colleagues to go, but unfortunately conditions do not allow it. When there is a chance in the future, let's hold a fireworks show in the courtyard of Xingchen Technology. This time I'll offend everyone first.

Hiraba Sakura dressed up meticulously, wearing a custom-made dress, high heels, pearl necklace and earrings, and a white cashmere coat outside. She looked like she was walking on a red carpet, a rare maturity.

It's a pity that things are different from what she thought. This is not a date, but a collective action. Principal Raphael, An Ran and his wife, Li Moran and his girlfriend are all there. My wild thoughts before seem to be wrong. Misunderstood.

Along the banks of the Huangpu River, there are more than a dozen places where fireworks are set off, and the best place to watch them is on both sides of the river, so Luo Jia booked the top floor of the Peace Hotel.

It was not easy to drive all the way. The traffic police and armed police were heavily guarded along the way, and the road was very congested. It took a full two hours, and it was already dark when we arrived at the Peace Hotel.

Luo Jia muttered, if I knew this, I might as well take the subway.

Hiraba Sakura, who was wearing high heels, did not speak, and quietly moved her thin ankles back.

The news always spreads quickly. Star Technology is going to set off fireworks, causing a huge sensation in Shanghai. Not only the locals are inexplicably excited, but also tourists from nearby Nanjing and Hangzhou come here to take advantage of the festival. Along the Huangpu River.

The top floor of the Peace Hotel is not big, and there are so many guests, so the hotel removed the tables and chairs, and held a Western-style reception. Everyone stood up to save space, but even so, the venue could only accommodate more than a thousand people. The guests are already crowded.

The time for the fireworks show is set from 7:30 to 10:30.

Luo Jia took two servings of cod from the waiter, and was going to give one to Hiraha Sakura, to pad her stomach first.

When he turned around, he suddenly saw a few elderly neon people, bowing wildly to Hiraha Sakura, speaking Japanese that Luo Jia didn't understand, and their attitude was so respectful that they almost knelt down to her down.

And Ping Yuying smiled and nodded gently, responding very calmly and without panic, it seems that this is not the first time she has encountered such a thing.

"Hiraba Sakura is a neon aristocrat, she must have been recognized by others." An Ran said, "When we were at MIT, there was Professor Hojo Ono, who was engaged in brain cognition, every time I saw Hiraha Sakura bowed, and the scene was awkward for a while."

"But this kind of situation is only limited to the elderly. After all, the old minds often have more old ideas. Although the young students of Nihong also know that Hiraha Sakura has a high social status, they can at most show respect, and it will not be like this. Bow down."

Luo Jia took a look, and sure enough, the group of neon people who bowed wildly around Ping Yuying were generally around 70 years old. Judging by the suits on their bodies, they should also have social status, but they didn't like Ping Yuying, a little girl. It's unbelievable to be so humble.

Li Moran's girlfriend is a college student, very lively and outgoing. She smiled and said, "Shall I tell you a joke?"

"The Chinese people standing on the stage raised their arms and shouted, do princes and generals have a kindness?"

"The neon people and Indians in the audience immediately stood up and replied loudly, yes!"

For a moment, everyone laughed together, only Professor Rafael looked confused.

Qi Mengzhou, who is newly married, explained the principal's doubts.

Chinese people don't believe in nobles and destiny. As the saying goes, the emperor takes turns to do it. This year, when he came to my house, he was willing to cut himself to pieces, and dared to pull the emperor off his horse.

In short, it is a group of people who are not convinced and do not believe in fate.

But neon is different from India. In India, the children of Brahmins will always be Brahmins and always be superior to others.

In Nihong, the son of a chaebol is still a chaebol, and the son of a prime minister is still a prime minister. Most Nihong people are divided into classes. Even if they get rich one day, it is difficult for ordinary people to squeeze into the circle of nobles.

Principal Rafael was very shocked and said that the longer he lived in China, the more he discovered the magic of this land.

It may be a fluke that a civilization can succeed. Maya, Mesopotamia, Mycenae, these once brilliant civilizations are ultimately just a flash in the pan in history.

But a civilization can survive thousands of years of wind and rain, and other civilizations are dead, and it is not a fluke that can explain it.

Luo Jia smiled, walked to Ping Yuying, and handed the cod to her, Ping Yuying took it with a smile.

This somewhat ambiguous scene, in the eyes of those neon old men, suddenly paled in shock, and they even looked at Luo Jia with a flash of hatred.

After Ping Yuying left, those old men were still chattering and gouging out Luo Jia with their eyeballs, which made him very uncomfortable.

While Ping Yuying and Qi Mengzhou were going to the dressing room, Luo Jia asked, "Which of you can speak Japanese?"

"I dated a neon girlfriend before." Lu Tao, the chief financial officer, said.

"Go and listen to what those old men said." Luo Jia tilted her head that way.

Not long after, Lu Tao came back. He shrugged his shoulders at Luo Jia and said, "Those old fellows didn't say anything good."

"For example?" Rodya asked curiously.

"They were discussing how the lady of the Ping family mixed up with the scoundrels of Huaxia. It was like a flower stuck in cow dung. As a nobleman, it was really embarrassing." Lu Tao said.

Luo Jia rolled his eyes. Anyway, he is considered a successful person now. It is really too much to be described as a scoundrel and cow dung.

An Ran patted Luo Jia's shoulder, "Who can blame this, if the waiter didn't know you, I'm afraid you're the only one who wouldn't let you in."

Luo Jia was speechless, hoodie, sneakers, and sweatpants, he had been wearing this all his life, could it be a crime?

Others also felt uncomfortable. Li Moran wore a parka coat with a plaid shirt that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Dr. Ling Feng wore a baseball cap to cover his prematurely aging hairline.

Anyway, only An Ran, Lu Tao, and Professor Raphael are dressed decently, and the others are passers-by. The company has no dress code, and everyone has long been used to wearing casual clothes.

"And what else?" Rodya asked again.

Lu Tao frowned, "They seem to know a lot about pyrotechnics. They talked about the pyrotechnic technology of Ibaraki and Tama River, far surpassing Huaxia. Although pyrotechnics originated in Huaxia, they flourished in Neon. kind of words."

"All in all, these old men are a bit vicious. They devalue the fireworks we made, saying that their bald chrysanthemums, sea stars, and Fuji can completely crush the most powerful fireworks in China. It sounds like bald Chrysanthemums should be fireworks, right?"

Luo Jia nodded. In order to engage in fireworks, he deliberately studied China's biggest competitor.

Neon currently has four major fireworks sects, namely Tamagawa, Ibaraki, Akita, and Nagaoka, as well as small sects such as Enoshima, Sumidagawa, and Nagashima.

However, Tuju, Haizhixing, and Fuji are indeed the product names of neon large-scale fireworks. These products are sold all over the world, and the prices are high, forming a rivalry with the domestic Liuyang fireworks.

At present, in the whole world, once there is a celebration, it is a consensus to buy neon products for large-scale fireworks, and Liuyang products for small fireworks. Because large-scale fireworks are not allowed in China, neon has been picked up in the competition. , It is quite sad to say.

At this time, Ping Yuying and Qi Mengzhou came back from the dressing room.

Luo Jia asked Ping Yuying, who were those people.

Ping Yuying was simple, she said without thinking: "Oh, they are members of the Fireworks Association. This time they came to China to watch the fireworks of Xingchen Technology. Two of them are the heirs of the Martial Art School. I am not familiar with them. But the father knew them."

"Luo Jiajun is so powerful. It's rare to see these pyrotechnic masters. Because of Luo Jiajun, they all came to Huaxia."

After hearing Hiraha Sakura's words, Luo Jia laughed, and everyone else laughed too, only Hiraha Sakura and Principal Rafael were stupid, and they didn't know what they were laughing at.

"So it's a competitor." Li Moran's little girlfriend pouted mischievously.

"No, no, they told me that they are here to study this time." The silly child Ping Yuying hurriedly waved her hands and explained seriously.

Zhang Dongning, Minister of Chemistry, shrugged and said lightly, "Study, then they have learned a lot."

At this moment, the neon lights along the Huangpu River suddenly went out, and then a dazzling silver light like a shooting star rose into the sky from the opposite bank.

His gaze was like an arrow, piercing through the night in an instant, going straight up to the sky, and then suddenly exploded in the sky.

This different fireworks has officially begun.