prince meets king

It took Gu Donglin a long time to recover his voice: "Ah... that... God is perfect. Perfection includes the concept of existence. So God exists[i]."

The table was silent for a while.

Matthew asked, "And then?"

Gu Donglin shook his head: "No more."

"what?"

Gu Donglin apologized: "What?"

"I mean... what?"

"That is... that is, God is perfect; then, the concept of perfection itself contains the concept of existence; therefore, God exists."

"This is the end?"

Duan Rong patted Matthew on the shoulder: "It is logically proven."

"Yes, the logic is self-consistent."

Matthew turned pale with fright: "I thought there would be... there would be miracles, auspicious clouds... that kind of thing." Then he watched his money fall into Gu Donglin's hands with a stomach ache.Duan Rong hated his assistant a little bit, and asked him a few things about his work in a casual manner. Matthew looked at the ring and found an excuse to run away.

"I don't understand..." After Lin Hong was kicked by Matthew, he turned around slowly and asked Gu Donglin, "What is the concept of perfection including existence?"

After Gu Donglin counted the money, he patted it on his palm: "Piont. Perfection does not necessarily include the concept of existence, so the argument just now is problematic." Then he whispered in his ear, "So, look, you are more Matthew is much stronger. Stop thinking about something that you can't look down on, huh?"

Lin Hong held back his blushing face: "I can't ask for this money..."

"Hush money." Gu Donglin smiled and showed his white teeth.

Duan Rong said "Hello" and knocked on the table: "I thought you were too poor to let go." Gu Donglin smiled awkwardly: "It will be much better after the end of the month."

Lin Hong still refused, and told him not to carry so much money with him, it would be better to save it.Gu Donglin was surprised: "Why save it? The interest I get every year can't cover the annual fee of ten yuan, and the money will be deducted after saving it."

Lin Hong scolded him for being extravagant.

"Money is just a piece of paper if you don't spend it." Gu Donglin waved his hand, "Because everyone puts money in the bank, the government really has no place to spend it, so they can only use it to buy U.S. debt and spend it for Yankees... Resolutely Don’t save money! It’s a matter of principle! It’s better to buy Brady if you have money. Besides, it’s not safe to store it in a bank. When the Soviet Union collapsed, the ruble directly depreciated by 7300 times. That’s all CPPC’s 80-year history.”

Duan Rong said this

It was funny, and then did the math and told him with great regret that he'd be putting himself in over 180 years of work if he was going to buy a Brady.

Lin Hong was about to go crazy, "How interesting is this? You don't save money...how about buying a house and marrying a wife?"

Gu Donglin is very open-minded: "With this little salary, I have to live here for more than ten years before I can buy a decent house. You say that I have become so neurotic all my life because of the house. Why? Just live in the house." Dorms. Save the money and buy yourself something to eat."

Lin Hong couldn't agree, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only let him eat quickly.

Gu Donglin shook his head: "This kind of fast food... I feel like a car after eating this, and I can only refuel every day."

Lin Hong blushed, and argued in a low voice, I think this is very good, I have eaten it for more than half a year.

Knowing that he was thinking about things, Gu Donglin smiled lightly, "...Actually, I always feel that the food made by Westerners...is either mushy or undercooked."

It was the first time Lin Hong heard someone say such an expensive foreign dish, and puffed out half a ring of onions.

"And when they cut meat, they use a knife and fork. It seems that this thing is used to kill people. They use this to eat... I don't know if it is a tradition of nomadic culture. I always feel uncivilized. Like this KFC Pizza Hut , you say you are just one person, you can train for a day or two, you can serve any recipes, and they all taste the same, so what? , you ask the chef why this is so delicious, how many grams of salt to put in, and how long to cook, he can’t tell, can he?”

Gu Donglin couldn't stop thinking about the old things, "...the French are a little bit better. It is an inland country, with many farmers and a court tradition, so they eat more carefully. A whole plate of oysters, put two A slice of lemon, right? Then squeeze some cream, tsk, this is very noble... Unfortunately, you have to eat it from morning to night, who has the time. When I first went outside, I ate that kind of thing for a month, Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I bought a rice cooker and cooked a pot of rice for myself. It was so fragrant... I couldn't cook there, and when the oily smoke came out, people thought you were on fire and went straight to the fire brigade, so I bought it. I ordered a bag of pickled mustard, that was really...it turned out to be August [-]th..."

Duan Rong and Lin Hong kept laughing beside them.

Duan Rong looked at his watch and stood up, "I just got off the plane, let's go out for a meal."

Gu Donglin regained consciousness from the bleak memories, and was shrouded in embarrassment again. He always felt that the eyes of the whole restaurant were falling on him, and the density was so high that it could cause pressure.It was nearly one o'clock at this time, and the afternoon work was supposed to start. Going out with Duan Rong now undoubtedly showed two words: ghosts.He was very willing to borrow Duan Rong's light secretly, but it would be very bad to specialize on the bright side.

"So you don't want to eat Italian food with me?" Duan Rong leaned down and whispered in his ear, "It's uncooked and rotten, not cooked yet, is it?"

He was wearing a round-neck T-shirt, Duan Rong got too close, and his breath sprayed on his bare neck. Several times, he even felt his lips brush against his skin, and he shrugged impatiently, "You are really... good memory."

Duan Rong was very interested, "Why don't you hurry up and make up for it? Let's go."

Gu Donglin thought to himself, it’s okay to be a privileged class, so he stood up resignedly.Just as he was about to go out, Duan Rong grabbed his arm, "Don't you want to wear the trophy?"

Gu Donglin looked at it carefully: "Such a big gem...is it fake?"

Duan Rong was funny and angry, and reached out to rub his head, making him dizzy.Gu Donglin trembled, seeing so many people around, he told him to put it away quickly.Duan Rong happily stood there, watching him flustered for a while, and then let him put the ring in his trouser pocket.Gu Donglin didn't understand, he looked like he had no long hands, seeing his upright face, he wanted to beat him up.

This time, of course, I chose a Chinese restaurant. While eating, I met an editor I knew.The girl was very beautiful and outgoing, and when she came to their table to chat for a while, Gu Donglin started joking with her like an old friend.She seemed to have something to say, but she kept glancing at Duan Rong. Gu Donglin apologized to Duan Rong embarrassingly, and dragged him out.The girl asked him if he could write a thesis and draft it. The time was tight and he needed it in a few days, but the payment was negotiable.Gu Donglin felt that the research direction of the collection of essays was in line with the one he had in hand, so he naturally agreed.

After the man finished speaking, he absent-mindedly leaned into his ear: "That man... is it Duan Rong?"

[i] Ontological arguments in theology.