Yang Ziyu raised his voice in front of the audience and the countless people watching on TV.
"How can the beauty of Chinese literature be compared to English or other languages? We can beat them by eighteen streets! However! Why has Chinese literature never won the Nobel Prize in Literature? Why did the Westerners despise Chinese literature so much? Everyone, why?"
"Because those are the rules they set! They had developed hundreds of years in advance in modern times and determined the rules of this world! They had the right to speak. Whichever they said was good would be good. Whoever they said was bad, was bad.”
"They say that English is the most beautiful language in the world, and their system is the most beautiful system in the world. If you object, you are wrong and will be despised and destroyed. But…Is that really the case?"
"British literature doctors can't even translate the literature of their own ancestors from two or three hundred years ago. Ordinary people like us can understand ancient texts from two to three thousand years ago. Whose language is more advanced?"
"But! You guys!" Yang Ziyu pointed at the audience.
"And you guys!" He pointed his finger at the camera.
"You actually believe such nonsense! Denying his own culture, denying his own country, and even denying his own Yan Huang bloodline, stupid!!!”
"Foolish!"
Yang Ziyu's last sentence was powerful.
"Just now, you gave me a stupid title. However, I can twist the truth and deduct it from you.”
"You can't even argue because you're not united and don't have the right to speak.”
He pointed to the side.
"But Liu Na can directly refute me! I was speechless and could only admit defeat. Why? Because she has a microphone in her hand, a weak girl like her can do what five hundred of you can't.”
"This is the right to speak."
"The reason why we are slandered, despised, and bullied by others. It's not because our culture is bad, it's not because our system is bad, and it's not because our race is inferior. It's because our country isn't strong enough and we don't have enough say.”
"However, please use your own brains to think. What was right? What was wrong? Don't worship foreign things all day long. Don't think that the moon in a foreign country is necessarily round. Don't think that you can be superior in our country just because you're a foreigner.”
"You are the most knowledgeable and knowledgeable women in our country. Unfortunately, all of you are kneeling at the feet of others. No matter if they are Caucasians or African Americans, you can't wait to lick their smelly feet and beg for their blessings.”
The women below the stage all covered their faces. Their faces were as red as a monkey's butt. Some of them even started crying softly.
Liu Na couldn't stand it anymore and shouted,""Enough, Yang Ziyu! Have you scolded enough?"
Yang Ziyu let out a long sigh and closed his eyes to take a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I was too excited. I only pity his misfortune and anger him for not fighting. However, in the future, I will not compromise on things that I can't stand and people that I can't stand. I will definitely scold them mercilessly.”
After saying that, Yang Ziyu turned around and went backstage. The show could no longer continue.
The staff asked Director Wang," Director, what should we do? Do you want to interrupt the live broadcast?"
"Let's continue. What's the viewership rating now?”
“14.6%”
"Alright, let's continue. Let Liu Na announce the results and end the competition.”
The first group of the Idol Age Top 10 competition ended in a hurry, but the topic of discussion swept through the entire Huaxia like a whirlwind.
After returning backstage, Yang Ziyu changed his clothes and left Mango TV Station with Mu Yanran.
They had bought their plane tickets in advance. After leaving the television station, they went straight to the airport.
When the program team announced the final rankings, they did not ask him to go back and give a speech.
With the psychological trauma of the previous two accidents, she was even more afraid that he would cause trouble. Under the director's instructions, Liu Na hurriedly ended the final announcement of the rankings.
Yang Ziyu would take the first place in the first group to participate in the finals in half a month.
Yang Ziyu bought a first-class ticket. As a multimillionaire, buying two first-class tickets was nothing.
As the saying went, a man's wallet was his courage. Yang Ziyu, who had tens of millions of assets and would continue to grow in wealth, was becoming more and more extravagant in spending money.
Of course, this did not mean that he had to act like a nouveau riche.
He could sit in first class and eat Australian lobsters and Japanese beef, or he could go to a barbecue stall and eat skewers with cold beer.
With money, one could have more freedom to choose, instead of having to choose expensive ones to show off one's status.
That wasn't acting cool anymore, it was called being stupid.
"Mr. Yang Ziyu?" Before they took off, three air stewardesses walked over to greet them.
"What? It's me. What's the matter?"
The three stewardesses were excited. The first stewardess said,"That's great. You know what? Before we boarded the plane, we watched the live broadcast of Idol Age in the airport lounge. Your singing of 'The Drunken Concubine' and 'Love in the Mountains', was too good, and your talent was too amazing. It's true. Your words have touched many of us.”
"Thank you. It's good that you don't scold me. If you want to scold me, just don't scold me in front of me.”
The three stewardesses were a little embarrassed. "To tell you the truth, we used to be your anti-fans. Now that I think about it, although your scolding was unpleasant, it made a little sense.”
"Haha, it's a great merit for me to be able to make you think for a moment.”
"Yes, yes. Can you help us sign it?”
"Sure, no problem."
He quickly spent 2,222,000 Hatred Points to upgrade his cursive and running-regular calligraphy skills to four-star specialized level.
Four-star Calligraphy: One-star Beautiful Calligraphy, Two-star Amateur Calligraphy, Three-star Professional Calligraphy, Four-star Calligrapher, Five-star Calligraphy Master, Six-star Calligraphy Master.
As for the signature, it was better to use cursive script, which was quite in line with his personality.
He returned the notebook to the air stewardess and said with a smile,"Keep it well. It might be very valuable in the future. This is my first signature, and I even made a small mark on it.”
"Ah? Really, that's great." The air stewardess took the notebook in surprise and decided to lock it in her small safe when she got back.
She took a selfie with the three stewardesses before she was free.
Mu Yanran rolled her eyes at him. Seeing this, Yang Ziyu smiled and said,""What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. Can't I be angry when I see you?”
"Is that so?" "Are you jealous?" Yang Ziyu asked with a smile.”
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