Simon happened to think about this question and replied without any obstacles: "This can only be said to be a historical accident. The rise of Western civilization has nothing to do with cultural systems and other reasons. It is an unexpected outbreak of pure productivity, which brought human society from the agricultural civilization that has lasted for thousands of years into industrial civilization, and its productivity increased exponentially, thus giving the illusion of higher-end and advanced countries such as you China, such as those of you, China, a country with lagging productivity. But in fact, apart from strong productivity, the Western cultural system does not have much excellence. It only talks about modern times, twice for human beings.

The world wars that brought great disasters to society all came from Europe, which originated from industrial civilization. The reason is that the European system and core were still in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period when China had more than two thousand years ago. The aristocratic system and chivalrous spirit that some of you Chinese people praised were actually just a culture that was popular in China more than two thousand years ago. At that time, people also believed that aristocrats were born. At the same time, some people promised a thousand gold and never regretted it in order to serve the nobles. Until later, some people finally realized that kings, princes, generals, and ministers would rather have a seed?"

Mo Wuling's eyes were shining without realizing it. When the man said it, he even had an urge to applaud, and his voice became a little softer: "Mr. Westeros, if it weren't for this face, I would almost think you were Chinese."

Simon smiled: "You can call me Simon."

Mo Wuling felt that something was about to melt away in her heart, and it seemed very dangerous, but she was reluctant to let go immediately and pointed her head: "Okay, Simon, that, how did you know so many things?"

Simon lifted the Han Feizi, who was still holding it in his hand: "Look more books."

"It must not be like this," Mo Wuling said with a coquettish anger that he didn't know: "You... seem to be only four or five years older than me, but I think your talent may take several lifetimes to accumulate?"

Like the songs she's been listening to in recent months.

During this period, I have been a little confused, especially the ancient styles such as "The Society of the World" and "Yu Xisan". How can a Western man do it?

Now, after a conversation just now, suddenly there is no doubt.

Simon did not respond to Mo Wuling's question, but smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you were so young, and I thought you were older than me."

The girl opposite and Mo Yiling, whom Simon had met, had a mature temperament that was more inclined toward the style of a royal sister. She was also Zhu Momo's aunt. Simon didn't pay attention to it before, and did think that she was about 30 years old and older than him. At this time, Mo Wuling said this himself and realized that this girl was actually younger than him.

Mo Wuling was speechless when she heard Simon's words.

Is this human word?

Are you so old?

The more I thought about it, the more angry he became. He stared at someone with accusation. However, Mo Wuling suddenly reacted again, remembering his niece, and blinked a few times quickly. He was in the house, and inexplicably felt cold as if he had been rained. He subconsciously stood up: "Well, Wei... Simon, I should go out and not disturb you to read."

"Well, let's help me call Momo and the others over," Simon raised his wrist and looked at his watch, with a casual tone, with a strange and serious note: "I suddenly want to talk to everyone about the topic just now."

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Bastard, are you going to reveal your true colors so soon?

Big pervert!

Mo Wuling finished speaking as if nothing had happened. She leaned back into the leather chair and opened the book "Han Feizi". She looked lazy, but her eyes looked at the wall of the book behind the man. In fact, she had been to this study room in the morning. Mo Wuling knew that through this wall, the inner room was a lounge with a big bed.

And you have to... call them all over?!

You are exhausted.

Thinking of this resentment, leaving the study room, he didn't plan to call someone for someone,
Chapter completed!