"Mr. Zhang, may I ask, with your country's vast population of over a billion people, so far only two individuals have received the Nobel Prize, and both of them are extremely old. This shows that Huaxia is considerably behind the rest of the world. The achievements you spoke of earlier don't prove that you really have the ability."
"Is that so?" In that moment, Zhang Menglong felt a surge of anger, "It seems you simply think us Huaxians are not up to par, Mr. Sebek, and that you hold some national prejudice against us, right?"
Sebek didn't answer, but his expression made it clear that this was exactly what he was thinking.
"Our Huaxia civilization's five thousand years of history produced inventions like papermaking, printing, gunpowder, and the compass—weren't these inventions that shocked the world?" Zhang Menglong challenged. "If it wasn't for Huaxia, you'd probably still be wiping your ass with a rough stick after taking a shit, right?"
