"Huaxia people, I've already given you enough face, don't think just because you've got some money you can do whatever you want!"
"Huh!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Do whatever I want? Learned a few Huaxia idioms and think you've got a bit of cultural depth? It's shameful to see things created by our ancestors used by you so nonsensically!"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I'm asking you, where is this?"
"Gusu City."
"Let me tell you, this is Huaxia, and in Huaxia, no matter where you're from, you'd best leave your so-called arrogance and discrimination at the door. Huaxia is a land of etiquette; we welcome friends, but we won't indulge those who don't know how to appreciate it!"
"Young man, don't ask for trouble. We were just shamelessly hoping to look a little longer, and he was just maintaining order," the old man said, immediately trying to mediate as he saw Zhang Menglong and Clark arguing.
