Chapter 992

Zhou Andong waited for the applause to die down before chuckling and holding up five fingers.

"Our Chinese nation has five thousand years of civilization; for at least over a thousand years, we were the world's leader.

Out of four thousand ethnic groups in the world, we are the only one with five thousand years of unbroken history, a single nation and culture.

And America, they only established their country in 1776; how many years has it been since then?

Five thousand years—does he dare to compete with China for another five thousand years? Huh?

The world's ten great civilizations: Ancient Egypt, Ancient Babylon, Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Ancient India, Ancient Maya—who ever mentioned Ancient China?

Those nine great civilizations all broke off, all disappeared; only China has continued to this day, even though surrounding small alien tribes occasionally entered the Central Plains.

They were quickly assimilated by my powerful culture. This culture of ours, its advancement, is something no other culture can compare to.

Let me say something exaggerated: we won the eight-year War of Resistance. If we had failed, in one or two hundred years, believe it or not, Japan would just be one of our provinces.

If you come, I will assimilate you. We take what is good to attract and reform them, and what is bad, we will wear them out until they die."

"Boom!"

Laughter and applause erupted once again. Listening to Zhou Andong's speech was not just an enjoyment; it also gave one a very cathartic feeling—it was very satisfying.

Especially those reporters; regardless of whether Zhou Andong's speech could be broadcast, they felt that coming today was truly worth it.

Zhuo Wang Qihua's face turned from black to livid, but whenever he felt someone looking at him, he would immediately grin and smile, and even clap his hands twice.

"To say Chinese people have no intelligence—what kind of foolish person could say such a thing? Without intelligence, could our civilization have been passed down for five thousand years?

From the moment we are born, we have 'The Art of War,' 'Guiguzi,' and 'The Thirty-Six Stratagems,' and we know that 'running away is the best policy.'

We play with our brains from the moment we are born; how can those foreigners compare to us?

If you tell them about the 'Thirty-Six Stratagems' and 'running away is the best policy,' can they even understand?"

At first, although everyone knew who Zhou Andong was talking about, he was still restrained, only speaking implicitly.

But now, although he still didn't name names, it was equivalent to pointing at Zhuo Wang Qihua's nose and scolding him.

It made many people feel deeply satisfied; Zhou Andong was awesome, definitely a role model for our generation.

"Some people are foreign slaves, and recognizing a foreign father is one thing—if you are willing to kneel, that is your own freedom, and it has nothing to do with us. But to open your mouth and say Chinese people have no manners—how ignorant and ridiculous is that?

Is China being a 'land of etiquette' a lie? In the 18th century, several great European thinkers—Britain's Temple, France's Voltaire, Germany's Leibniz and Wolff—all highly praised Confucianism, which takes etiquette as its core.

Temple believed that Confucianism was an ethics system involving political, economic, public, and private morality. Voltaire believed that what Confucian etiquette advocated was noble morality, which was very practical.

He demanded that Europeans face Chinese culture by first praising it, second feeling ashamed of themselves, and third imitating it. Because of this clear academic orientation, they were called 'European Confucians' by Europeans.

This allows us to believe that the title of 'land of etiquette' given to our Chinese nation was by no means an exaggeration, but an affirmation of the high level reached by our Chinese national spiritual civilization.

So I advise some people: when you are fawning over your foreign father, first get to know your foreign father's history well. Don't dare to stand on this stage and spout nonsense when you know nothing.

Making a nation with five thousand years of civilization learn from a country with only a few hundred years of history will only make you look ignorant and stupid, turning you into a joke. If your American father finds out, he might also be very angry at you, his unlearned son."

Many people's gazes gathered on Zhuo Wang Qihua. This guy clenched his fists tightly, his face livid, but he had to force a smile to show his manners. If he got up and left now, he would be slapping his own face.

A leader below showed worry in his eyes. Is it really okay to target a famous Hong Kong entrepreneur like this? Will it have any negative impact on our province's investment attraction?

This leader wanted to stop Zhou Andong's speech, but he turned his head to glance at the team leader and deputy leader. When he saw the smiles on the faces of the two big bosses, the thought of stopping Zhou Andong's speech vanished instantly.

The gambling king's daughter watched Zhou Andong without blinking, her eyes sparkling with brilliance.

This man on stage was truly too charming; his whole body radiated a light that made people intoxicated.

She had seen plenty of young talents, and there were countless people more handsome than Zhou Andong.

However, no man could radiate such dazzling light on stage.

Especially such a targeted speech, which was clearly improvised—this made her even more fascinated by Zhou Andong's knowledge and talent.

She then smiled to herself, thinking that even if she were five or six years younger, she would definitely not let this man go.

Jian Qiu's lips curled into a smile, her eyes watery as she looked at Zhou Andong, thinking to herself.

"Husband, I must reward you well tonight."

Among the people present, besides Zhuo Wang Qihua, there was another person whose expression wasn't very good: Director Lian Director Lian Xiangzhi.

Zhou Andong's constant talk of "foreign father" and "foreign slave" made him feel like he had thorns on his back; he was restless and hated Zhou Andong to the bone.

"As a Chinese person, who doesn't want their motherland to be strong? But does everyone know what the foundation of strength is?"

Zhou Andong held the microphone and scanned the crowd below as he asked.

"Military!"

"Education!"

"Economy!"

"Money!"

The shouts came one after another; everyone was saying something different.

Zhou Andong smiled and said: "What everyone said makes sense, but it's not entirely correct. During the eight-year War of Resistance, were we poor then? What education did the citizens have? With millet and rifles, we drove the little devils out of the land of China.

During the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, facing the Allied forces led by America and armed to the teeth, our predecessors, with their hot blood and fearless spirit, beat them until they were scurrying away and rolled back to the 38th parallel.

So, the most important foundation for a country's strength is the vastness of its land area. Even if you beat Singapore to death, it can't become a strong power. The capital is the country, and the country is the capital; you could ride a bicycle around it in a day."

Laughter erupted below, followed by persistent applause.

Looking at the confident, dashing, and radiant Zhou Andong on stage, Zhang Sihe, sitting in the back, couldn't even muster a shred of jealousy.

Before, he thought Zhou Andong was only a little better than him. As long as he worked hard, he would definitely surpass Zhou Andong.

But now, he didn't think so anymore; he had clearly realized the gap between himself and Zhou Andong.

What existed between the two of them wasn't a small ditch or bump that one could cross by just lifting a leg; it was a huge, insurmountable chasm.

This chasm made him feel daunted, not just by the achievements reached, but also by the knowledge and powerful personal charm.

"So!" Zhou Andong raised his hand, drew a circle in the air, and shouted loudly: "Look at us, 9.6 million square kilometers of land—I am proud to be Chinese."

"Good!"

This time it wasn't Qin Zhi, but a young man who stood up and started clapping.

Immediately after, applause resounded through the venue once again.