1131 第1131章 中国女帝 (1/2)

Female Emperor of China

It wasn't just Egypt—the entire Arabian culture didn't have the most…fair of gender equalities.

These few men just smoked here all day, drinking their tea, playing mahjong, and leaving all of the housework to women. The worst part was that even the women thought that's how it should be.

Well, it wasn't quite right to say that they hadn't been doing anything all day. They greeted the tourists that walked by, inviting them for a smoke, some tea, a round of mahjong. But the tourists couldn't smoke their hookah for free or drink their tea for nothing, right? They had to pay for every single smoke and every drop of tea that they drank. As for mahjong… If you could win in Egyptian mahjong against Egyptians, then you must be a genius. Otherwise, you might even lose your pants.

Most locals in Egypt's hot tourist spots felt that tourists were just chickens running across their yard, free for the taking. They had nowhere to air their grievances after they were scammed or cheated, anyway.

Tourists were rich, too. If they weren't rich, how could they go overseas? One RMB was about three Egyptian pounds. It wasn't too ridiculous to ask for two hundred Egyptian pounds for one smoke, right? If the tourists were blinded by their enthusiasm or smoked and drank out of curiosity, it was practically impossible to leave without paying.

These few men sat here every day, languidly eating, sleeping, and scamming tourists, but they earned a sizable income still, justifying their position of breadwinner at home.

Zhang Zian didn't know what they were planning, but he still rejected their offers out of hygiene considerations, so they were unable to take a single penny from him.

They'd scammed other Chinese tourists as well and were not strangers to cooling ointment, but they hadn't heard of the emperor-edition cooling oil. Their curiosity was piqued, and they put aside their plans for the moment.

After close inspection, they realised that the packaging on the cooling ointment in Zhang Zian's hands really was different from what they usually saw. Within its usual light and subtle packaging was a different aura, and their eyes darkened with want—this was actually just because the other Chinese tourists weren't insane enough to buy a stockpile of cooling ointment to gift to their foreign friends.

”What's 'emperor-edition' cooling ointment? The ointment specifically for Chinese emperors?” They cut in, asking questions in Arabic, words tumbling all over one another.

Zhang Zian didn't understand what they were saying, but Richard did. Not just these words, but also the disgusting words that they'd been throwing around between themselves before they'd reached out to Zhang Zian. They thought that Chinese tourists were easy to bully and would take it silently even after they were bullied. They were basically walking ATMs that didn't need a card and password to draw money from.

That was why it butted in with Arabic. ”Exactly! This is the cooling oil that is exclusively for the female Emperor of China's use! Ci Xi! Have you heard of Ci Xi? She's pretty much the last female Emperor of China, just like your Cleopatra the Seventh!”

They didn't know who Ci Xi was, but they understood the moment Cleopatra the Seventh was mentioned, exclaiming in surprise, ”This is the oil that Ci Xi exclusively used?”

Zhang Zian didn't understand, but to prevent himself from giving it away, all he could do was mime some random mouth shapes. These people didn't have their attention on him anyway.

He lowered his head by chance, but sweat started bursting out on his forehead. F*ck! He hadn't noticed this when accepting the parcel. This… This… This… This wasn't cooling ointment at all!