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And this was not the craziest part.

Anyway, what is "My Struggle"? Who was Hitler? Anyone with a bit of historical common sense would know a thing or two. Logically speaking, no country would dare to quote the contents of a book into a student's textbook. No matter what the reason was, they would not do so.

But the Chinese dared to do so! Part of "My Struggle" was introduced into the teaching material of the Japanese empire. Moreover, facing the doubts of the world over the cabinet of the Japanese states, it was also clear that: "Educational institutions can judge the proper content of Hitler's autobiography Mein Kampf, on the basis of conformity with the Basic Law of Education."

This was absolutely insane.

Normally, no matter what the pirates did, China would always have a group of 'Great Public Knowledge V' kneeling before them to lick their feet. However, this time, they didn't even know how to kneel and lick their feet. Indeed, it is not easy to be the public knowledge of the Usurper Faction — do you want to lick or not to lick a pile of feces right in front of your eyes? The most important thing was that after licking it, he would say 'how fragrant'.

Xiao Peng looked at Tony Marx and slowly said, "I was fortunate enough to grow up in Pubeno Town by the Rhine River. This town is simply too beautiful and it is also the border between two Germanic countries. Austria, the branch of the Germanic nation, should have long been placed in the territory of the great Germanic people of the motherland. "

Well, here's an interesting thing. Hitler, the great leader of Nazi Germany, was not a German himself, but an Austrian. But it led Germany to shout 'Germany first' after the Second World War.

When Tony Marx heard Xiao Peng's words, he was shocked. "Sir, I was wrong. Don't take it to heart. Can't I help you move the books?"

He wanted others to know that he made Xiao Peng recite "My Struggle" in public? Then Tony Marx's curator would never be able to do it.

Xiao Peng smiled, "Hmm, that's what I want!"

Sitting and reading is much more comfortable than standing and reading, right?

This Toni Marx was rather cute. Xiao Peng had been reading his books and he had been carrying around his books. Since other staff members wanted to help him, he rejected them. His reason for rejecting others was rather lofty, making others look at him in a new light.

All in all, his reasoning was simple: Even if he wanted to, he would finish the firearm with tears.

Tony Marx was already so old, and the way he moved the books was tiring. Xiao Peng disapproved. Wasn't admitting defeat if they bet?

After staying in the library for three days, only then did Di Wei remind Xiao Peng that it was time for the charity ball. Only then did Xiao Peng reluctantly leave the public library in New York City. Seeing that Xiao Peng was about to leave, Tony Marx was so excited that he almost waved his handkerchief to say 'Sayunala'.

Do you think he would just flip through the books like that? If he had nothing to do, he would just look for trouble.

Xiao Peng returned to the hotel and took out his watch. This was the main purpose of his visit to the Star Division — no one would not believe him.

Looking at the address on the invitation, the party was held in Greenwich Village. Xiao Peng booked a taxi from the hotel and sent himself to Greenwich Village. As for Di Wei, he stayed at home to read and study!

When the taxi arrived at Greenwich Village, Xiao Peng realized that he had arrived more than an hour earlier. That was awkward.

When Xiao Peng heard the name Greenwich Village, he thought it was far away, so he left early to find out that Greenwich Village was in Manhattan and it would take less than fifteen minutes to walk from the hotel.

There were a few customs among the Star Stripes that Xiao Peng thought were very good. The first was to make an appointment in advance. People here would always make an appointment in advance. They had to make an appointment in advance for public or private matters such as visiting medical tickets and staying at a hotel. If they got used to it, they would find it very efficient and convenient, saving them a lot of time for squabbling.

This was completely the opposite of the Chinese, Chinese people liked the air of a man of letters, who liked to be an uninvited guest. Although it was said to be a surprise, sometimes it would cause trouble for people, and when they received invitations or appointments, they would often be absent. This kind of behavior, where one did not make an appointment, would often cause trouble for others.

The other habit that Xiao Peng also thought was very good was punctuality. China's society had always been slow, so when it came to doing things, it was often delayed. There were even some who called themselves honored guests, deliberately being late to put on airs. If this were the case in the Stars and Stripes, it would be directly listed as an undesirable exception.

This was also different from the understanding of time in China and the star traveller countries. For example, when the star traveller says' 9 points', it means the time the event begins. Participants should consciously arrive ten minutes in advance. But Chinese people were used to using this' 9 o'clock 'as their starting point. They thought that the event would only start when everyone was present. So when the time came, there were only a few people. As a result, when you wait for me, when I wait for him, you rarely start your activities on time. Xiao Peng was disgusted with this kind of person. He was the standard punctual type.

However, no matter how punctual he was, he couldn't get there more than an hour earlier.

However, this time was also good. He could take the opportunity to visit the famous' West Village '.

Even though the name 'West Village' had the word 'village' in it, this was the most expensive place in all of New York City. The people who lived here were all famous celebrities and celebrities.

The reason why the prices here were so expensive was because of the literary and artistic atmosphere.

This was the cultural sanctuary of the New Yorkers, with all sorts of artists. Of course, there were also a lot of downtrodden artists, who couldn't get into the West Village, so they had to take the next step. They lived on the east side of the village as neighbors, thus forming the East Village, which was the base of the punk in New York City.

In fact, there was no clear line between the east and west villages, but the streets were more deserted. There were many people living here who enjoyed themselves, such as hippies, punks, poets, rock musicians, homeless people, and so on. The West Village was more like a clean and tidy little European town, with an incomparable beauty to the tree-lined villa. This is where O'Henry's famous novel The Last Falling Leaf, the woman who lies in bed waiting to die, and the poor painter who dreams all his life of painting a masterpiece.

Following the directions of the driver, Xiao Peng arrived at a sidewalk that had been reconstructed from abandoned elevated tracks. This was the famous' High Altitude Steps'. Right now, this place was filled with flowers, plants, and trees. It became a long garden corridor. After passing through here, they arrived at the western village.

As the New York Arts and Arts Center, the West Village can be found everywhere in a variety of works of art. Xiao Peng saw a Mercedes-Benz Smart with a tree growing in the middle of it. He didn't know what it meant. There were also various kinds of sculptures. There were also unnamed artists who sold their works at stalls.

In the entire West Village, the most common restaurants were coffee bars, dim sum houses, and taverns for people to idle away their time. Life in the West Village was a completely slow rhythm, and compared to the nearby Manhattan, it was like a different world.

This was also the home of Manhattan's art life, and you couldn't sit here without talking about Van Gogh or Mozart, or sit there without talking about Mozart. Who told him to live here either as a scholar or as an artist? Just like Kelly in the famous Star Drama "The City of Desire" living here, wasn't her job as a columnist? That belonged to the literary category.

There was a park on the side, and there were two sets of statues in the park. One of them was a man with his hand on another man's shoulder, while the other was on a bench, where two women were sitting and chatting. The carving was vivid and lifelike. There were quite a few empty benches in the park. Xiao Peng strolled over to sit for a while to pass the time.

It was a pity that the ban on smoking in New York City was too strong. Smoking in public places like parks, squares, and beaches resulted in a fine of three hundred dollars. Xiao Peng wasn't afraid of the fine; he couldn't stand the hostile gazes of the people around him.

Xiao Peng was sitting in the park, but he had the feeling that someone was sneaking peeks at him. Furthermore, it wasn't a person! Almost everyone would look at him twice, causing Xiao Peng to be confused. Looking at his clothes, there were no wrong buttons. Pants? The zipper didn't open either! Why are you all looking at me?

What puzzled Xiao Peng the most was that when everyone saw Xiao Peng's gaze, they didn't avoid it and instead smiled back at him. Xiao Peng was even more stunned and could only smile back. The people of the Star-Spangled Man were so friendly and friendly? Xiao Peng had never received such treatment in other places! Was this the style of the western village?

Just as Xiao Peng was puzzled, a white bald man wearing black-rimmed glasses arrived beside Xiao Peng and politely asked, "Hello, can I sit here?"

Xiao Peng looked around. There were still quite a few empty benches, but seeing that this man was very polite, he still nodded. "Please take a seat."

After the white man sat down, he smiled and looked at Xiao Peng. Xiao Peng felt his hair stand on end as he asked, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

The bald white man smiled and said, "Hello, my name is George. My friends all call me G-I-JOE."

After Xiao Peng heard this, he smiled and replied, "Wow, a special forces? Do you have any magical equipment? My name is Xiao Peng and I'm from Hua Xia. It seemed that George had a pretty good attitude, at least he looked very friendly.

George smiled and nodded, "I didn't expect you to understand G-I-JOE. That's right, I'm as resolute as the special forces. Are you Chinese or Island Nation?"

Xiao Peng shrugged, "I'm Chinese. "Don't think that China is so out of date. When I was a kid, I loved to watch G-I-JOE, and I even bought a lot of G-I-JOE toys. G-I-JOE is also very popular with us."