Chapter 632 Is it interesting to be an emperor as a high-quality human male?
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
Chapter 632 Is it interesting to be an emperor as a high-quality human male?
"Anyone else have any doubts?"
Zhang's dim voice resounded throughout the altar.
Dozens of scholars and media people present look at me and you. Even the statue looks exactly like you, and there is an ancestral ring. What else can they doubt?
"Isn't it? You don't doubt it now?" Zhang Mengyu said, "You should have a heart to explore to the end. Don't you do scientific research to ask the end? I don't think it's a challenge for you to do so! "
"Fuck!"
"Xiba!"
"Bagga!"
"Ula!"
"mmp, let him pretend again!"
Not only those foreign scholars, but even Chinese reporters and scholars can't stand it any longer. If you don't pretend, will you die or something?Is it necessary to speak so eccentrically?I'm afraid your occupation is an onmyoji, right?
"If you still don't believe me, let's test the DNA!" Zhang Mengyu said, "I don't know why, but our family's genes may be too strong, and we can only have one child in each generation. If there are several pregnancies, the others will definitely become stillborn , my ancestor’s birth happened to be twins, and all the ones that died were mummified and buried in a mausoleum in this palace!”
Zhang Menglong continued, "Compared to the ancient Egyptian mummy-making technology, our technology is much better. Even if it takes five to six thousand years, it will not rot. The current technology should be able to extract DNA for blood test. If you want, I can dig my ancestral grave!"
"Nimma! He's a ruthless person!"
The corners of the mouths of Curator Zhu and other Chinese scholars twitched when they heard this. Usually, they would only go digging someone's ancestral grave if there is a deep hatred.
It's good for you, in order to prove your innocence, you actually want to dig your own family's ancestral grave here. What kind of hatred is this?Growing up so big, it was the first time they saw someone digging their ancestral grave. Aren't they afraid that their ancestor would jump out of the grave and beat him up?
"No, no, I don't think you have any doubts." Curator Zhu hurriedly said, and if Zhang Menglong continued to play like this, he was afraid that Zhang Menglong would directly summon his ancestors to prove his innocence. At that time, it was such a big deal!
"I have no doubts."
"These evidences have proved that Mr. Zhang is the descendant of the builder of this city."
"China's civilization has a long history, and we really admire it from the bottom of our hearts!"
"Don't!" Zhang Mengyu said, "Shouldn't you suspect that this stone statue was moved in from outside?"
"Also, everyone in Qingqiu country can wonder whether I have undergone plastic surgery according to this statue!"
Zhang Mengyu raised her hand again and showed off her own ring, "And this ring, it can also be the surrounding area!"
Faced with Zhang Mengyu's provocation and ridicule, they really didn't have any ability to refute.
This statue was moved in?This is more than 50 meters high, and it is the same as Ultraman. No matter where or how to move such a big thing, it is a huge project. How could it not be discovered?Do they have cataracts per capita?
As for plastic surgery, just find a doctor to check it out.
It was obvious that Zhang Menglong came to disgust them.
It is true that they ridiculed Zhang Mengyu to the fullest at the beginning, but now it is their own fault to be slapped in the face by others.
As for continuing to doubt Zhang Mengyu, they really don't have the courage anymore, because even if they don't want to admit it with their mouths, they have already admitted this fact in their hearts.
If it wasn't for the descendants of the city's builders, how could it be possible to know the layout inside, and how could there be another statue that is exactly the same?
"I seem to have heard someone say that if I can prove that this city was built by my ancestors, he will admit that it is a descendant of my slaves, so who is this person?" Zhang Menglong continued to say with a strange tone.
"Why don't you just report my ID card!" Mundungus scolded Zhang Mengyu hundreds of times in his heart, and greeted a wave of ancestors in his family.
But at this time, many cameras were already aimed at his face, so he could only force a smile, and he had to fill in the hole he dug himself even when he knelt down!
"Master!" Mundungus shouted reluctantly.
"The wind is too loud, make it louder, I can't hear it!"
"This bastard!" Mundungus gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Mengyu, "Master!"
"Hey!" Zhang Menglong accepted the title unceremoniously.
Mundungus' face was flushed. After today, he was not only disgraced, but even expected to be cursed crazily when he returned to his own country.
From then on, their country will be completely marked as "descendants of slaves".
Are you saying that you are out of your mind, you don't want to be a good person, you insist on provoking Zhang Mengyu, and you make this kind of bet?You are simply rubbing the dignity of yourself and the country on the ground!
"Okay, okay, it died early in the morning, and there is no such thing as slavery now," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "In the future, when you see that we Chinese people respect you, it is enough, otherwise I am afraid that your ancestors will come and scold you in your dreams." you!"
Mundungus forced a smile on his face, but he knew very well that no matter what posture he used to face Zhang Mengyu today, people in his country would definitely have an indescribable inferiority complex in their hearts the moment they saw the Huaxia people. A kind of inferiority complex comes from the inferiority complex in the blood.
Even if they are prosperous now, no one will forget that thousands of years ago, their great ancestor was just a Chinese slave, and he was still a low-level slave.
Good guy, this is directly suppressed by blood!
"Mr. Zhang, it's getting late. It's time for us to start the opening ceremony and press conference." Director Zhu urged from the side.
With so much to see, and so much science testing in between, it's time to go.
"Okay, let's go then!"
After walking out of the underground ruins, everyone came to this temporary camp in the desert. At this time, the camp had gathered thousands of archaeologists, ancient civilization researchers, geologists and media from all over the world.
Director Zhu came to the stage and gave a wonderful speech, and then officially announced that the relics are open to the world, and he is willing to study this civilization that has been passed down for more than 5000 years with the world.
Such a demeanor of a big country immediately aroused cheers and applause. This is the bearing of a powerful country!
"I believe everyone knows that Mr. Zhang, the richest man in the world, is the descendant of the builder of this city," said the curator Zhu. "Today we also arranged an interview with Mr. Zhang, and reserved half a room for reporters. Hours of question time."
"Then, now let's hand over the stage to Mr. Zhang Mengyu!"
Accompanied by a burst of applause, Zhang Menglong walked to the stage and sat down on the sofa casually.
This time the host was still Sai Xining. He smiled helplessly the moment he saw Zhang Menglong. He still deeply remembered the fear of being dominated by Zhang Menglong's top Versailles a few months ago.
"Mr. Zhang, we meet again!" Sai Xining said.
"Yes, and I think we will have more opportunities to meet in the future."
"Mr. Zhang, in fact, I have always wanted to ask you a question, which is my own personal question."
"Please say!"
"Since Mr. Zhang's family has been passed down for so long, it may have been wealthy a long time ago. Didn't any of your ancestors have the idea of being an emperor to rule the world?" Sa Xining asked.
This question is very interesting, and many people have pricked up their ears.
"What's the point of being an emperor?" Zhang Mengyu shrugged, "Being an emperor has to worry about whether his people have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, and suppress rebellions from time to time. Are men interested?"
(End of this chapter)
"Anyone else have any doubts?"
Zhang's dim voice resounded throughout the altar.
Dozens of scholars and media people present look at me and you. Even the statue looks exactly like you, and there is an ancestral ring. What else can they doubt?
"Isn't it? You don't doubt it now?" Zhang Mengyu said, "You should have a heart to explore to the end. Don't you do scientific research to ask the end? I don't think it's a challenge for you to do so! "
"Fuck!"
"Xiba!"
"Bagga!"
"Ula!"
"mmp, let him pretend again!"
Not only those foreign scholars, but even Chinese reporters and scholars can't stand it any longer. If you don't pretend, will you die or something?Is it necessary to speak so eccentrically?I'm afraid your occupation is an onmyoji, right?
"If you still don't believe me, let's test the DNA!" Zhang Mengyu said, "I don't know why, but our family's genes may be too strong, and we can only have one child in each generation. If there are several pregnancies, the others will definitely become stillborn , my ancestor’s birth happened to be twins, and all the ones that died were mummified and buried in a mausoleum in this palace!”
Zhang Menglong continued, "Compared to the ancient Egyptian mummy-making technology, our technology is much better. Even if it takes five to six thousand years, it will not rot. The current technology should be able to extract DNA for blood test. If you want, I can dig my ancestral grave!"
"Nimma! He's a ruthless person!"
The corners of the mouths of Curator Zhu and other Chinese scholars twitched when they heard this. Usually, they would only go digging someone's ancestral grave if there is a deep hatred.
It's good for you, in order to prove your innocence, you actually want to dig your own family's ancestral grave here. What kind of hatred is this?Growing up so big, it was the first time they saw someone digging their ancestral grave. Aren't they afraid that their ancestor would jump out of the grave and beat him up?
"No, no, I don't think you have any doubts." Curator Zhu hurriedly said, and if Zhang Menglong continued to play like this, he was afraid that Zhang Menglong would directly summon his ancestors to prove his innocence. At that time, it was such a big deal!
"I have no doubts."
"These evidences have proved that Mr. Zhang is the descendant of the builder of this city."
"China's civilization has a long history, and we really admire it from the bottom of our hearts!"
"Don't!" Zhang Mengyu said, "Shouldn't you suspect that this stone statue was moved in from outside?"
"Also, everyone in Qingqiu country can wonder whether I have undergone plastic surgery according to this statue!"
Zhang Mengyu raised her hand again and showed off her own ring, "And this ring, it can also be the surrounding area!"
Faced with Zhang Mengyu's provocation and ridicule, they really didn't have any ability to refute.
This statue was moved in?This is more than 50 meters high, and it is the same as Ultraman. No matter where or how to move such a big thing, it is a huge project. How could it not be discovered?Do they have cataracts per capita?
As for plastic surgery, just find a doctor to check it out.
It was obvious that Zhang Menglong came to disgust them.
It is true that they ridiculed Zhang Mengyu to the fullest at the beginning, but now it is their own fault to be slapped in the face by others.
As for continuing to doubt Zhang Mengyu, they really don't have the courage anymore, because even if they don't want to admit it with their mouths, they have already admitted this fact in their hearts.
If it wasn't for the descendants of the city's builders, how could it be possible to know the layout inside, and how could there be another statue that is exactly the same?
"I seem to have heard someone say that if I can prove that this city was built by my ancestors, he will admit that it is a descendant of my slaves, so who is this person?" Zhang Menglong continued to say with a strange tone.
"Why don't you just report my ID card!" Mundungus scolded Zhang Mengyu hundreds of times in his heart, and greeted a wave of ancestors in his family.
But at this time, many cameras were already aimed at his face, so he could only force a smile, and he had to fill in the hole he dug himself even when he knelt down!
"Master!" Mundungus shouted reluctantly.
"The wind is too loud, make it louder, I can't hear it!"
"This bastard!" Mundungus gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Mengyu, "Master!"
"Hey!" Zhang Menglong accepted the title unceremoniously.
Mundungus' face was flushed. After today, he was not only disgraced, but even expected to be cursed crazily when he returned to his own country.
From then on, their country will be completely marked as "descendants of slaves".
Are you saying that you are out of your mind, you don't want to be a good person, you insist on provoking Zhang Mengyu, and you make this kind of bet?You are simply rubbing the dignity of yourself and the country on the ground!
"Okay, okay, it died early in the morning, and there is no such thing as slavery now," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "In the future, when you see that we Chinese people respect you, it is enough, otherwise I am afraid that your ancestors will come and scold you in your dreams." you!"
Mundungus forced a smile on his face, but he knew very well that no matter what posture he used to face Zhang Mengyu today, people in his country would definitely have an indescribable inferiority complex in their hearts the moment they saw the Huaxia people. A kind of inferiority complex comes from the inferiority complex in the blood.
Even if they are prosperous now, no one will forget that thousands of years ago, their great ancestor was just a Chinese slave, and he was still a low-level slave.
Good guy, this is directly suppressed by blood!
"Mr. Zhang, it's getting late. It's time for us to start the opening ceremony and press conference." Director Zhu urged from the side.
With so much to see, and so much science testing in between, it's time to go.
"Okay, let's go then!"
After walking out of the underground ruins, everyone came to this temporary camp in the desert. At this time, the camp had gathered thousands of archaeologists, ancient civilization researchers, geologists and media from all over the world.
Director Zhu came to the stage and gave a wonderful speech, and then officially announced that the relics are open to the world, and he is willing to study this civilization that has been passed down for more than 5000 years with the world.
Such a demeanor of a big country immediately aroused cheers and applause. This is the bearing of a powerful country!
"I believe everyone knows that Mr. Zhang, the richest man in the world, is the descendant of the builder of this city," said the curator Zhu. "Today we also arranged an interview with Mr. Zhang, and reserved half a room for reporters. Hours of question time."
"Then, now let's hand over the stage to Mr. Zhang Mengyu!"
Accompanied by a burst of applause, Zhang Menglong walked to the stage and sat down on the sofa casually.
This time the host was still Sai Xining. He smiled helplessly the moment he saw Zhang Menglong. He still deeply remembered the fear of being dominated by Zhang Menglong's top Versailles a few months ago.
"Mr. Zhang, we meet again!" Sai Xining said.
"Yes, and I think we will have more opportunities to meet in the future."
"Mr. Zhang, in fact, I have always wanted to ask you a question, which is my own personal question."
"Please say!"
"Since Mr. Zhang's family has been passed down for so long, it may have been wealthy a long time ago. Didn't any of your ancestors have the idea of being an emperor to rule the world?" Sa Xining asked.
This question is very interesting, and many people have pricked up their ears.
"What's the point of being an emperor?" Zhang Mengyu shrugged, "Being an emperor has to worry about whether his people have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, and suppress rebellions from time to time. Are men interested?"
(End of this chapter)
