Someone vividly used one sentence to distinguish the difference between civilization and barbarism

Savages eat meat with their hands, and wipe it on the hide after eating.

Civilized people eat meat with a knife and fork, and dip it on a napkin after eating.

Is there any essential difference between them?

In fact, there is no such thing. Eating meat is eating meat, not because you are eating meat in a refined and elegant manner. You are helping the original owner of the piece of meat in your mouth.

You are eating meat, and no one can change this fact.

But this is a necessary process for the development and progress of social civilization. The law gives people a sense of shame when they "eat meat", so they are so civilized and make themselves look so harmless.

What's worth noting here is that they show this appearance not for the capitalists of the same level, but for the middle and lower classes of society.

"Although we eat meat, we are not barbaric."

The miracle is that the middle and lower classes of society have adapted to this set of stupid rules under the indoctrination of capitalism. They can ignore the essence of the development of things and follow the script written for them by the capitalists.

But this is the Federation, and there is a "conspiracy atmosphere" from the capitalists everywhere, and there are lies everywhere!

"Anna told me that she learned a lot from you." Mr. Patu shook hands with Lynch, and the two walked aside and chatted.

Everyone here has the badge of the Holy Harmony on their chest, and Lynch also has it, but his is the badge of a first-class member.

There are rules for the internal upgrade of the Holy Harmony Society. It doesn't mean that you have been in this organization for a long time, or if you are rich, you can upgrade.

No, the system of the Holy Harmony Society is not so simple and stupid. If you want to get an upgrade here, you must have a certain number of members nominate you. give you a chance.

What are the benefits of being a senior member of the Holy Harmony Society?

The benefits are many…

Lynch looked away from Mr. Patu's third-level badge, and then smiled naturally but hypocritically, "We learn together and make progress together."

Mr. Patu was stunned for a moment. Such hypocritical words from Lynch's mouth not only did not make people feel disgusted, but also gave him a sense of self-deprecating joy.

He smiled and patted Lynch's arm, but he didn't pat Lynch's shoulder, because this action was very impolite and easily offended.

"You are very humorous, Lynch!" He paused, "After the last incident, I prepared a gift for you, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity to talk to you about it. If you If you have time, you can come to my manor."

Lynch suspected that this gift hadn't been born yet, it only existed in Mr. Patu's mouth, but it should be born tomorrow, so he gave Mr. Patu time to prepare the gift.

"I'm free next Tuesday."

"Then let's talk after we meet next Tuesday."

He shook hands with Lynch again, and then separated.

When Lynch turned around, he was surprised to see a fat man.

He is well dressed.

Many times people think fat people are funny in high society because their clothes make them look like a clown.

Most people's stereotypes of rich fat people always stay on the button that is about to snap off and the belly that is always shy.

But it is not.

Some tailors may cost 20 to 30 or 30 to 50 dollars to make a piece of clothing, but some tailors may cost hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands to make a piece of clothing.

Tailors are different from tailors, and the "classic capitalist image" used to paralyze the nerves of the people at the bottom of society cannot be regarded as a real phenomenon. This kind of thing cannot happen in the upper class.

▽ This is not the case.

The fat man in front of Lynch, his clothes are very decent, without tight buttons, even if he is really fat, but when you see him, you will not feel that his fat has caused any burden to his image!

A good tailor knows how to make a fit, decent, and obedient garment for the great, and this is the means by which they make a living.

There are really those who have bad brains and have no chance to serve the big shots.

The fat man is still eating.

Others are socializing, chatting, or expanding their network naturally, but this fat man is holding a plate and is doing food on the cold table.

He's like an outlier, but there are few people who can enter here, but few are really outliers, maybe this is how he treats his work life.

Or maybe his status is enough that he doesn't even need to be perfunctory, directly revealing his true self without fear of being looked down upon.

At this time, Mr. Wardrick came over. He had just finished talking with others, and saw Lynch also just finished talking, walking towards him.

As soon as he walked this way, there was a clear purpose, and those who wanted to talk to him, or Lynch, stopped temporarily.

Even in the Holy Harmony, classes also exist.

"Who is that guy?", the two are very familiar, and almost become a family, so sometimes some boring and hypocritical greetings can be discarded.

Lynch raised his chin towards the fat man. Mr. Wardrick turned around and glanced out of the corner of his eye before turning back, "Peleus."

"Sounds like a name from an ancient fairy tale." Lynch took a sip from his wine glass and satirized the name by the way.

Mr. Wardrick nodded and said, "Yes, the name of the God of War in mythology."

"Really?" Lynch looked a little surprised. Few people... no, basically no one would give their child a god's name.

This will make many people uncomfortable. In this era that is not considered a technological explosion, theology still has a very deep foundation. Even now, nearly 75% of the people in the Federation believe that God is real. , it's just that they don't come out often.

People's exploration of nature is still in its infancy. People believe that there are glorious palaces in the sky, that there are temples of Poseidon hidden in bottomless trenches, and that there are residences for gods and kings on the moon...

Therefore, in an era when people still fear gods, it takes more than a matter of courage to name one's child a god.

Those zealots will go mad because this is blasphemy!

Mr. Wardrick had a... mocking look on his face. "He and your friend, Truman, are good friends."

"What does this guy say?"

"His ancestors were the first batch of soldiers who came to this continent, and they were also the officers with the highest rank. If the army is considered an industry, then his family has a considerable amount of industry in this field. You understand Do I mean?"

By the way, Mr. Wardrick also reminded, "The vice admiral whose freedom is temporarily restricted, you know, is one of his grandfathers."

"He has several grandpas like this..."

Lynch always believes that as long as people work hard, they will be able to change their destiny and overcome God's will, and this has nothing to do with birth or anything.

But at this moment, he was a little dazed. Some people said that the offspring of the big family stood at the end of many people as soon as they were born.

Then this guy, as soon as he was born, he stood in the sky!

"No wonder he's so... strong." Lynch found a word and gave it a small compliment, as if the sarcasm in his words never happened at all.

Mr. Wardrick liked Lynch's expression very much at this time, because few things could make Lynch feel frustrated, but Peleus made him feel obviously powerless.

But soon his helpless expression disappeared, replaced by a very special smile, confident, sunny and clean.

"Actually speaking, he and I can also be regarded as partners and friends?"

It was Mr. Wardrick's turn to be helpless. He seemed to know what Lynch was thinking, and then nodded, "This is your right."

"Then excuse me..."

Lynch apologized, and walked to Peleus's side actively, holding the dinner plate and looking like he was going to get something.

"Can you tell me what tastes better?" Lynch asked suddenly.

Peleus froze for a moment, he looked left and right, then looked right, and asked with an unconfident expression, "Are you asking... me?"

Lynch nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, should I ask those who pretend to be hungry even if they are hungry?"

He curled his lips with disdain, "I don't know if they're hungry or not, but I'm hungry and I want something to eat."

Peleus hesitated for a moment, then pointed to a plate of dishes that were beautiful but less than half, "This is not bad, it's delicious."

This dish... looks like semicircles with a diameter of about one inch are buckled on the plate. The color is also very beautiful, and there is a beautiful sauce on the side. It really looks delicious.

Lynch picked one up, poured the sauce on it, and tasted it, "It's really good, I can only tell it's some kind of meat, but I'm not sure what kind of meat it is, and the taste is also very good."

Very springy ~lightnovelpub.net~ but not hard to refuse, when the surface is bitten off, the gravy inside and some special scented oil will come out, which will bring a higher level of delicious experience!

Honestly, it's not a bad thing, and it's delicious.

"What is this?" Lynch made another one.

Peleus seemed to be very happy that Lynch liked the delicacy he recommended, and even he had a lot of affection for Lynch, "This is venison. There is a finger-thick piece of meat at the junction of the fawn's neck and the sternum."

"That's where the meat comes from!"

Lynch glanced at the dinner plate again. He could already imagine that to make such a plate of meatballs, at least dozens of fawns would be slaughtered.

But who cares?

Doesn't this just reflect the value and significance of wealth?

He ate the second meatball, wiped his hands with a napkin, and held out, "This is Lynch…"