My American magical life
Chapter 818 - 818 42 King's Game 2_4

818: Chapter 42 King’s Game 2_4 818: Chapter 42 King’s Game 2_4 This reply even made the other tourists around them take a side glance.

Mi’er helplessly rubbed her forehead, she realized why she liked the man Cheng so much.

This damn guy was truly extraordinary.

“Sir, in fact, the person who built this Pantheon was Louis XV, the one known for saying ‘After me, the flood.’

Louis XV spent a life of extreme luxury and profligacy, nobody liked him.”

The female tour guide’s introduction was somewhat aggressive, but very subtly so; she didn’t like this American who started judging France non-stop.

Yes, we may not be doing too well, but we’re an old region, do you even compare?

“No, I happen to understand this part.

The Pantheon might have initially been built by the King, but it was the National Assembly during the French GM period that changed its function from religious to a place of commemoration.

Napoleon’s Empire wasn’t built by himself, but by the first citizens in the world to have national identity, and French national identity stems from this.”

Cheng Daqi and the female guide were incomparable in stature, his way of looking at and solving problems was excellent.

After all, his opponents wouldn’t give him any chance to exploit a weakness.

Without real strength, Cheng wouldn’t have made it to where he is today.

“Chan, no dodging the question, tell us which person lying in their graves here do you admire the most.”

Mi’er had recovered her senses, still the same insistent girl, curious about who Cheng Daqi, with his personality, would admire.

The French Pantheon is filled with globally renowned thinkers, writers, politicians, many of whom are even people who changed human destiny.

Temir’s question was difficult to answer.

“Rousseau!”

“His ‘Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men’ permanently etched his name in one of the most brilliant spots in human history; he was the first person to transform the abstract concept of contradictory opposition into a concrete concept.

Do you remember what we talked about with Lisa the other day?

Rousseau profoundly influenced many thinkers, and those thinkers influenced me.”

“Fashion, ha, I couldn’t care less about that stuff, Mi’er, in my eyes, that’s not romantic.”

“The real romance is like these people, changing the times, shaping the times.”

“Someone who can defy their fate is already very, very powerful, Rousseau did it, from a commoner he reached the peak of that era’s tide.”

“But Rousseau’s achievement is far more than just successfully defying his fate, if that was all, he wouldn’t have been sent to the Pantheon.”

“However, let’s just drop it.”

Cheng Daqi stopped speaking halfway, and Mi’er didn’t press on, she knew that Cheng was probably rambling again.

She didn’t understand the world of idealists, she tried to comprehend a bit after meeting Cheng, but only a little.

She lived in reality, her sense of romance was straightforward.

“It’s just that, what Rousseau changed and influenced might also be wrong.

The most tragic part about this is that there’s no definitive answer.

Even the most perfect system, once it reaches its optimal limit, inevitably heads towards collapse.

Utopias are drawn out by politicians, they don’t really appear; thinkers are generally pessimistic, only a few find a worthy and joyful path to strive for in a tragic world.”

Cheng Daqi hesitated once again, thinking his words were out of place.

Mi’er nodded, signaling for him to finish.

“But that’s just a form of self-comfort, when deconstructed to some destructible limit, nihilism becomes the only answer.”

The rich woman with black hair shrugged and asked.

“What are we having for lunch?”

“Anything.”

“Could you choose a dish?”

“I want fish.”

Temir replied mischievously.

“Fish is meaningless, pick another.”

Cheng Daqi laughed awkwardly, he shouldn’t have shown off.

Great, now even lunch was off the table.

“Seems like fish still has meaning, doesn’t it?”

Temir continued to grill, and Cheng Daqi could only nod in agreement.

“You see, you always think too much, too deeply, but it’s useless.

Just now you were discussing who built this place, but I don’t care.”

“The French name for the Pantheon is Panthéon, Greek, ha, Greek language.”

“Chan, human history is too simple.

Instead of obsessing over your ideals, better to focus on your business.

Then, whatever you want to do becomes simple.”