France really is an unconventional permanent member of the Security Council; it's probably the best in the world at tourism, using all available resources to fuss over those little things, and somehow doing quite well, at least profit-wise, it's quite impressive.
After finishing his meal, Gu Tao could already hear the clamor from outside; ethnic music from all over Europe was resonating as well. Wiping his mouth, he led his people to a prearranged spot with a broad view that allowed them to see all the parade's floats. The surrounding crowd was composed of business and political heavyweights; the standard was indeed very high.
Gu Tao had indeed pondered this issue - whether he should or shouldn't enjoy this privilege. This was what privilege was. He could eat what others couldn't, use what others couldn't, and enjoy priority access to everything that money couldn't buy, except life and death. If this wasn't privilege, then what was?
