Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 414 - 414 410 Arrival in the United States

414: Chapter 410 Arrival in the United States 414: Chapter 410 Arrival in the United States Twenty minutes later, Ye Fan boarded the plane smoothly, settled into first class, and casually flipped through a leisure magazine.

However, he had barely turned a page when a pleasantly surprised and crisp voice rang in his ear, “Brother Li!”

Ye Fan couldn’t help but look up and unexpectedly saw Huangfu Hanyun standing by her seat, her pretty face filled with delight.

“Hehe, I guessed right, we just happen to be seated next to each other!” Huangfu Hanyun laughed, “This seat is mine.”

She pointed to the seat next to Ye Fan with her slender, fair fingers.

Ye Fan was slightly surprised but soon realized that perhaps Huangfu Hanyun was just modestly dressed and her family might actually be wealthy.

“Hehe, this really is a coincidence,” Ye Fan regained his composure, gave a light smile, then stood up to let Huangfu Hanyun into the inside seat.

After getting seated, Huangfu Hanyun turned to Ye Fan with a smile and said, “It looks like we’re really fated.

When we get to Seattle, you’ve got to let me do the honors of being a host, no matter what.”

Ye Fan smiled lightly and shook his head.

He didn’t believe they were that fated.

It wasn’t hard for her to guess that they might be sitting next to each other since her own ticket was for first class.

And since Ye Fan could lend her seven thousand US dollars on a whim, she must have guessed that he wasn’t short on money, and thus likely to be in first class as well.

Considering there were only a few seats in first class, the chance of them sitting together was quite high.

“Why not?” asked Huangfu Hanyun.

Ye Fan replied calmly, “I have official business, and I don’t have time to stay and enjoy myself in Seattle.”

“Oh,” replied Huangfu Hanyun, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Nevertheless, she soon smiled again and started to chat with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn’t have anything against Huangfu Hanyun.

The flight from Hua Hai to Seattle would take at least eleven hours.

With such a long time ahead, seated next to each other and having previously established a rapport, it would be hard not to engage in conversation to pass the time.

During their talk, Ye Fan found out that Huangfu Hanyun was a third-generation Chinese American who grew up in the United States and was attending Cornell University, a member of the American Ivy League.

She was studying a subject that recently required her to conduct fieldwork in China, so she traveled alone to China and stayed for over a month.

Upon hearing it was about a project relating to China, Ye Fan quickly asked, “What’s the content of the fieldwork?”

“Hehe, it’s about tourism resources,” Huangfu Hanyun said with a smile.

Ye Fan responded with an “Oh,” and hearing it wasn’t collecting sensitive information, didn’t press further.

Huangfu Hanyun then shared with Ye Fan her views and observations about China.

After listening, Ye Fan pondered for a moment and said, “Even though you are American, the blood in your veins is still of the Chinese people.

I don’t know how you’ve lived in the United States.

But from what I understand, the stronger the motherland is, the more space for living our overseas countrymen have in other countries; the opposite is true when it is weak.”

“Our Chinese people are among the smartest and most hardworking in the world.

Wherever we take root, even if we face some unfair treatment, given time, we inevitably become one of the wealthiest groups in that place.

This is indisputable.

Whether it’s in Southeast Asia, Europe, America, Australia, South America, or Africa, the evidence supports this.”

“But to have wealth without power is like a child carrying gold in a bustling market.”

“Decades ago, even a century ago, when our motherland China was not strong, too many overseas Chinese descendants were blatantly robbed, even massacred, by the local indigenous people.”

“For example, the shocking incident of ‘XX Anti-Chinese’ that happened over twenty years ago, where organized indigenous groups targeted Chinese descendants with burning, killing, raping, and looting.

As a result, more than 1,200 people died in the riots, over 5,000 Chinese-owned shops and homes were tragically burned down, and, most abhorrent of all, hundreds of Chinese women were brutally raped in broad daylight.” (Sensitive content, not specified in detail.)

“These are just the officially available figures; the real situation is probably much more severe.”

Huangfu Hanyun’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Such things really happened?

Wasn’t that country afraid of being condemned by the whole world?”

“Hehe, at the end of the day, international relations are a case of the strong preying on the weak.

The developed Western countries control the global discourse, and this was even more so decades ago.

In the West, if one person dies a wrongful death, the whole world hears about it for days.

But in Africa, every day, countless number of people die unjustly, even genocides happen, and does the so-called ‘global society’ pay attention?

Are there detailed reports?

Condemnations and sanctions?

Almost never!” replied Ye Fan with a wry laugh.

“Do you think, some twenty to thirty years ago when China’s national power was still weak, that the ‘global society’ really condemned that incident?”

Huangfu Hanyun fell silent.

Ye Fan’s tone then became somewhat more passionate, “But today, our China has finally risen and is no longer a nation to be bullied.

Now, which country dares to blatantly repeat the incidents of the ’90s?”

Huangfu Hanyun nodded vigorously, “With China’s current strength, such tragedies indeed won’t happen again.”

“Therefore, even though you are American, as long as you still have black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, only if China, your motherland, is strong and prosperous can you safely put down roots and live peacefully in another country.

So, my advice to you is, even if you don’t reciprocate towards the motherland, please don’t harm it!” Ye Fan said.

Huangfu Hanyun nodded firmly, “I understand.

Thank you for your words.”

Ye Fan just nodded.

“Brother Li, you must really love China, huh?” Huangfu Hanyun inquired.

Ye Fan’s eyes deepened significantly as he spoke softly, “I love this land deeply…”

More than eleven hours later, the plane finally landed at the airport in Seattle, Washington State, and Ye Fan arrived in Seattle.

After getting off the plane, it was nighttime in China, but here it was broad daylight, the sun shining brightly.

Ye Fan looked around the entire airport which was clearly a bit old and small in size.

Seeing Ye Fan looking at the airport environment, Huangfu Hanyun said, “Are you a bit disappointed?

It’s not as grand or heavenly as you imagined?”

Ye Fan smiled lightly and continued walking with the crowd.

Huangfu Hanyun, pulling her luggage and walking alongside Ye Fan, then said, “Actually, Seattle is a fairly developed and important city in the United States.

Seattle’s airport is considered pretty decent here.”

“Of course, compared with the airports of second-tier cities in China, not to mention the airports of first-tier cities like Hua Hai, Forty-Nine City, and Sheep City,” she continued, “to be honest, having lived in China for over a month, I feel that the big cities of China are the real image of heaven that the United States paints to the world.”