Lin Zirou looked at Gao Jun and asked with a smile: "You always say that I am a feminist, please tell me this first."

Liu Jianfeng said: "There are many women wearing the cloak of feminism now, but you are a true feminist, which is reflected in your independence, self-improvement, and self-love. These are from your handsome father, this brilliant company, and you are a junior

The female body has been fully reflected."

"You..." Lin Zirou's face was as red as fire, and she wanted to ask him how he knew, but that was the fact, so why bother asking him multiple times.

"Aren't there many women like this?" Lin Zirou asked.

"It's different, absolutely different. Many women are pseudo-feminists. They just wear the cloak of feminism and use the slogans of feminism to squeeze men hard to maximize their own interests, so that they can feel at ease and be lazy, eating and waiting to die.

That's all.

There are actually women like this in your company. They are highly educated and have a decent salary, but they neither support their family nor save money. They think that they are independent if they have a job and can afford the rent, utilities, and electricity bills.

The remaining money is used to buy clothes, bags, cosmetics, beauty treatments, and yoga. If I have some money, I can travel around and live a so-called chic life, thinking that I have taste.

When talking about my future life, I opened my mouth and said, I am going to get married anyway, and my husband will buy a car, a house, and support me. Of course, I should live my life freely at this time, why do I have to be a slave for money.

This is the pseudo-feminist ideology promoted by some poisonous chicken soup and brainwashing articles. However, many people really think so. Some people are even worse. They have the same attitude towards relationships. They are not sad after breaking up, but feel that they have learned a 'skill'.

After practicing the 'technique', euphemistically speaking, it will be better next time. As for what kind of techniques and skills, Mr. Lin, you know."

Lin Zirou rolled her eyes at him, curled her lips and said nothing, because there were indeed such women, and there were many of them.

"Under the indoctrination of this kind of pseudo-feminism, many women feel comfortable that women should be doted on by men by nature, and men should make money for women. If they show any pretentiousness, they will immediately be scolded as poor and unworthy of a relationship.

The attitude towards love is that you either give me love, give me money, or get out of here. Those who make up these theories all think that they are fairies. They are all inlaid with gold and diamonds, and some are even neither male nor female.

Even a second-hand guy would dare to say that.

So compared with these pseudo-feminists, you are the real feminist. You are self-reliant and self-reliant, work hard to make money to support your parents, be clean and self-loving, stay safe, and treat your boyfriend fairly..."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to give me chicken soup. I know how to behave and do things myself." Lin Zijudo: "According to what you just said, you should like the women who come out of the Chinese Women's Virtues Training Class. They

All meet your standards.

First of all, the four basic principles of this kind of study class are ‘don’t fight back when hit, don’t retaliate when scolded, accept the situation, and never divorce’.”

"Let me go, this is no longer women's rights, this is simply a deprivation of human rights." Liu Jianfeng said in surprise.

"This is not the end yet." Lin Zirou said: "Under the banner of traditional culture, they use the dross of traditional culture to restrict women's thoughts and behaviors, such as the three obediences and four virtues, the three cardinal principles and the five constant principles. In short, they require women to be

Unconditional obedience to men, saying that women who do not do housework are unruly women, and the best dowry for women is chastity. Historically, only men have divorced their wives, and no women have divorced them. Otherwise, it violates the ethical principles..."

"Here I go, this is called Women's Virtue, but it's actually a men's academy that benefits men." Liu Jianfeng said excitedly.

Lin Zirou rolled her eyes at him and said, "You think so, but at most you are only seeking benefits for a very small number of men. Do you know who the students are in those famous women's virtue academies? Basically they are all

Daughters from rich families, ladies from famous families, and even daughters from official families.

Why are they allowed to study these things in such a systematic way? It is actually for the young masters from rich families and young officials to train their wives and prepare in advance for future interests or political marriages.

Chinese people pay attention to being well-matched. Sooner or later, these wealthy ladies will join wealthy families, but they are still just accessories to men, their foils in social situations, or their capital to show off. Therefore, they must learn to be obedient, learn to play music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and learn to cook.

The purpose of art tea ceremony is to support the husband and family.

Damn it, I built such a big family business with my bare hands, but you want me to learn how to be a little daughter-in-law, grandma!"

The more Lin Zirou talked, the angrier he became, and at the end he actually started to curse.

Liu Jianfeng smiled and patted his forehead, suddenly enlightened, thinking of the angelic Ji Yuxuan in the hospital just now, she seemed to have traveled from ancient times.

At this time, after Lin Zirou's explanation, he understood that Ji Yuxuan was probably the wife prepared for a certain rich man or young official.

She drives a million-dollar luxury car, but she says it was lent to her by her mother's boyfriend. This is interesting. At her age, her mother is still having rich boyfriends, and she has trained her daughter to be submissive and submissive in the feudal era.

It is obvious that a traditional woman who regards her husband as her main priority sells her daughter to join a wealthy family.

However, when they met by chance, Liu Jianfeng was not worried about his future and fate, but he felt regretful that a good cabbage would be lost to a pig.

The talent in front of him truly belonged to him, so he immediately asked with a smile: "As a female CEO of a big company, you built your family from scratch and are extremely brilliant. If you marry someone who is well-matched, wouldn't it be difficult for me?"

"Tch, do I have to marry you?" The habitual tough talk came again, but after saying it, Lin Zirou may have felt that it was a bit too much, so she went back and added: "My dad has been a mechanical repairman all his life.

He always said that if I ever find a boyfriend in the future, I should at least find someone with skills, and at the very least he should be able to repair bicycles."

It was unprecedented for Lin Zirou to say these words. This was obviously paving the way for Liu Jianfeng to find a balance.

Liu Jianfeng laughed loudly and said: "No problem, no problem, I know this craft. If necessary, I can also add some functions to his dragon and phoenix chair."

"Get out!" Lin Zirou cursed, this bastard was still thinking about that chair.

"Seriously, when will you introduce me to his old man formally? I have many questions to ask the old man for advice." Liu Jianfeng said with a smile.

Want to ask your dad a question? Lin Zirou knows his dad too well. Ever since her mother passed away and she made a fortune, her dad has completely started playing games with life. In his words, he wants to maximize the wealth and glory in the world, and he also

This is indeed what he did. At first, wherever there were branches and factories, he had a 'home'. Later, it became more serious. As long as there were customers, he also wanted to have a 'home'.

This kind of billionaire, money

It completely covered up his age, appearance and other shortcomings. At the same time, the money made up for his various functions that had declined due to aging. From the joy bed, dragon and phoenix chair, and Uniqlo dressing room in the woman's villa, we know that this old man has a lot of fun.

How chic.

Liu Jianfeng immediately showed his envy and jealousy towards the old man. He also wanted to ask him for advice. What should he ask for? How could he like the art of controlling women and use it on his daughter?

"Seek death!" Lin Zirou, furious, grabbed the plan on the table and threw it at it. Liu Jianfeng dodged to avoid it.

But those plans were scattered all over the floor, and Liu Jianfeng said helplessly: "You have such a bad temper, you really should go to the Women's Durban for training."

"Hmph, you are the one who should receive pastoral feminism re-education." Lin Zirou said not to be outdone, and at the same time found that she and Liu Jianfeng could quarrel with each other. She had never been a quarrelsome person, but now she was almost always talking to him.

The words come out of my mouth, which is quite interesting. Love cannot only be sweet and romantic. You have to taste the bitter, spicy, sour, joy, anger, sorrow and joy: "Stop talking nonsense, pick it up for me quickly."

Liu Jianfeng curled his lips helplessly and squatted down to pick up the documents. The documents of large companies had very strict rules. They couldn't just be printed out. They were also fully bound, that kind of hard plastic, with binding strips on the sides.

When Liu Jianfeng picked up a document, suddenly a small black object fell out from the clip. It was dark, round and flat, like a tiny button.

Liu Jianfeng picked it up and touched it, his brows suddenly furrowed. He was even more shocked when he picked it up and saw that it turned out to be a button-type listening device!

However, this thing is not a high-end product. There are unscrupulous vendors in some electronic markets who sell it secretly. It is usually used by resentful women or cuckold men to catch rapes and obtain evidence. Therefore, Liu Jianfeng cannot confirm whether it is a brand-new action of the enemy or a new move by the enemy.

Is there anyone else who wants to pry into Lin Zirou's privacy?

Liu Jianfeng secretly blamed himself, especially after getting the Huang Quan Tie from the fifth palace of Yama, his tense nerves instantly relaxed. It was such a relaxation that he took off his coat and threw it on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, along with his mobile phone on the sofa.

inside.

And his mobile phone is for special agents. It has a signal detection device for electronic equipment. As long as it is within a certain range, the signal, wave frequency, and even the voltage and current generated by the battery can be sensed and a prompt issued.

.

Agents have higher abilities and experience than ordinary people, but they are not omnipotent. 007 and Ethan Hunt also need a lot of high-tech equipment to assist them in order to become legends. If Sun Wukong leaves the Golden Cudgel, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, no accident occurred, and it also reminded Liu Jianfeng that the crisis was not in contact, but had just begun. He must remain vigilant at all times, and he must maintain his peak condition to deal with emergencies.

At this moment, Lin Zirou's voice came: "Why are you squatting there in a daze? Do you feel resentful about picking up something? And you are holding it in your hand..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Jianfeng immediately stood up and said, "How can I have any resentment? Let alone picking up things, even if I give you a bath and rub your back, I would be happy to do so..."

While Liu Jianfeng was talking nonchalantly, he walked up to Lin Zirou, showed her the bug, and wrote the word "bug" on the notepad with a pen. Just when Lin Zirou was shocked and turned pale.
Chapter completed!