What do they do? Come back to the crepe every day, a few lines of poetry and songs? Or teach people how to maintain their health? Such a painful thing, only those rich entrepreneurs are in the mood to do it, ordinary employees, who would want this?

"Can't tell, can you? Old guy, I'll just say, your Chinese culture is just a name, and that's all that remains, the history of thousands of years ago can be proud, and in modern times, even if you were brilliant in the past, it was just a lump of poop, pulled out of the body, and it no longer belonged to you. The young man looked proud, and he looked like a servant, eager to let someone go up and slap him.

In Huaxia, there are many slaves who are desperately licking and playing with foreigners' buttocks, and they are proud of foreigners' speeches.

"Who said that Chinese studies are useless?" Tang Hao stood up with a calm face.

"Hehe, you say that Chinese culture is useful? Then you tell Lao Tzu, what is the use of this Chinese culture? Teach everyone to learn poetry and songs, or teach everyone to taste tea and talk about Taoism? Haha, don't fucking be funny, let's wash up and go back to bed. ”

Although young people speak arrogantly, but what young people say is the truth, at present, in China, except for a small number of rich and patriotic entrepreneurs will occasionally donate some money to the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies, many enterprises do not even know what Chinese culture is, let alone to help Chinese culture, learn Chinese culture, this is also the current status quo in China, in the eyes of many people, Chinese culture represents feudalism, on behalf of backwardness, many Chinese people even think that Chinese culture is those old masters, and they are also.

The current words of young people almost represent the mainstream voice in China at present.

"What's the matter, I can't speak, all the words that Lao Tzu said are reasonable." The young man looked at Zhou Bowen, who was standing there with an arrogant face, and the look on his face was not to mention how proud.

Zhou Bowen's mouth opened, but he was powerless to refute, all that the young man in front of him said was the truth, Chinese studies and Western studies were indeed incompatible, but to say that Chinese studies were useless, even inferior to Western studies, was unacceptable to Zhou Bowen.

Without waiting for the young man to answer, Tang Hao stood up with a calm face.

"Did you say that Chinese studies are useless?"

"Nonsense, Chinese culture is useless, it's not me who said it, everyone knows it in their hearts."

"That's good, you said that Chinese culture is useless, there is no entrepreneur recruitment, I can sue you here, Tianhao Group has recruited a group of Chinese culture lecturers."

"Tianhao Group? Haha, laughing to death, could it be that you people set up a leather bag company by yourself and recruit your own people, right? Lao Tzu has never heard of Tianhao Group. The young man had an arrogant look.

"Zhonghai's Tianhao Group, Huaxia Group, Wang's Group, Xu's Group, Bluetown Group, and five groups have united to issue a formal employment notice to the lecturer of Chinese culture, and established the Chinese Culture Self-improvement Association, officially hired China's famous master of Chinese culture, a generation of literary giants Zhou Bowen Zhou as the president of the Chinese Culture Self-improvement Association, Tianhao Group has not heard of it, and you have always heard of the four groups behind."

Tang Haoyun said lightly, but the young man's face changed suddenly, he can be said to have not heard of Tianhao Group, but Huaxia Group has heard a little, recently Huaxia style cosmetics is not only famous in Zhonghai, but also spread to Yanjing, Wang and Xu's two large consortiums are well-known private groups in Zhonghai, and there are branches in Yanjing, even if the young people of the first four groups can be said to have not heard of it, but Bluetown Group has branches abroad, young people who have studied abroad, I've heard about it.

Without waiting for the young man to speak, Zhou Bowen on the side stood up excitedly.

"I, Zhou's Group, am also willing to join the Chinese Culture Self-improvement Association to add a force to my country's learning, my Zhou's Group, you shouldn't have heard of it."

As soon as I heard Zhou Bowen say this, the people who were originally watching the excitement around immediately became in an uproar, the Zhou Group is one of the top three large consortia in China, not to mention other places, just Yanjing's influence is almost unparalleled.

If it weren't for Zhou Bowen's constant resistance, her daughter Zhou Tingyu would also look down on Chinese studies, but she was afraid that Chinese studies would have developed rapidly to a top level.

In these years, as long as you have money, even if it is Baguwen, someone will study it.

If the Zhou Group is willing to issue an olive branch to those who have graduated from the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies, then the door of the Chinese Academy will definitely be crowded.

At this time, Zhou Bowen said this, obviously under the influence of Tang Hao, otherwise in the past, even if he was forced into a desperate situation, he would never say so, everyone in the circle knows that Zhou Tingyu is very resistant and repulsive to her father's Chinese studies, which is not news in the literary circle for a long time.

"Okay, okay, even if someone recruits you old masters, what's the use of? Did those old masters get it back and make offerings? It's a laughing death. The young man seemed to think of something else, and suddenly became proud.

"You say that Chinese studies are useless?"

"It's Lao Tzu who said it, what's wrong?"

"Since you say that Chinese culture is useless and should be eliminated, then well, from now on, you don't use Chinese, don't speak Mandarin, because Mandarin is evolved from classical Chinese, whether it is Chinese, classical Chinese or Mandarin, all belong to a branch of Chinese culture."

"No, no, Lao Tzu still disdains to say, do you think that apart from Mandarin, Lao Tzu will not speak anything else? Lao Tzu just happened to use English. The young man looked proud, and scolded Tang Hao in English as he spoke.

"You bastard." Tang Hao suddenly scolded.

The young man scolded Tang Hao a few words in English.

"Bastard, I don't understand what you said, but what Lao Tzu said is clear to you." Tang Hao's indifferent face and mocking words made the young man so angry that he almost didn't jump.

"What the are you talking about?" The young man finally couldn't help it.

"Didn't you say you don't need Mandarin?" The young man who Tang Hao said was speechless, and without waiting for the young man to speak, Tang Hao continued: "Not only Mandarin, you can't use it, including banknotes, there are Chinese characters on them, and you can't read the words on the road, that's all Chinese culture, and you can only use foreign currency to speak foreign languages when taking the bus, and by the way, you have also changed your own skin, Huaxia's unique yellow skin, you don't need a banana person." ”

Seeing that the young man was so angry and speechless, Zhou Bowen on the side was so happy not to listen, the look of the young man in front of him was not him just now.

Zhou Bowen laughed exaggeratedly a few times, and then asked.

"Tang Hao, what kind of person is the banana man you are talking about?"

"Yellow skin and white heart." Tang Hao didn't say much, but the people present understood it at once.

"Haha, that's good, that's good, boy, you think that Chinese culture is useless, you can get out of China, there are traces of Chinese culture everywhere in China, since you think Chinese culture is useless, you don't have to stay in our Huaxia."

"Old thing, who the fuck do you think you are? Let Lao Tzu go, Lao Tzu will go? The young man scolded Zhou Bowen, he didn't dare to insult Tang Hao, but he was not polite to Zhou Bowen at all.

Without waiting for Zhou Bowen to speak, the young man screamed "oops", and the whole person knelt down.

Zhou Bowen looked stunned and reacted immediately.

"Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, how good is it." Zhou Bowen stroked the long beard on his chin and pretended to forgive him, and the young man was so angry that he opened his mouth and scolded.

"I'm cāo" Before the young man could speak, a black thing had already shot into the young man's mouth, making him choke up, and almost rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

The young man glanced at Tang Hao in shock and fear, got up from the ground, didn't even dare to say a word about the scene, turned his head and ran, but before he was halfway through, the pants on his lower body were loose, revealing the colored underwear inside.

"Haha, I said that a person who looks like an adult on the outside, actually said something that is not as good as a child, colored panties, the personality of a little child, tsk, it's not simple." The crowd around them couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The young man's face was red with shame, and he turned around and ran away without looking back.

"Awesome." Zhou Bowen turned around and gave Tang Hao a thumbs up, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes, judging from Tang Hao's table today, Zhou Bowen seemed to see the hope of the revitalization of Chinese Chinese culture again.

If there are more people like Tang Hao in Huaxia, how can Chinese culture not be revitalized, and how can Huaxia not be strong.

"It's over, Old Zhou, I just can't get used to the faces of some second devils." Tang Hao was indifferent.

Zhou Bowen nodded, arrogant but not boring, the future of this son is limitless.

"Brother Zhou, it sounds like you're in a good mood early in the morning." With a sound like a bell, a group of people wearing Taoist robes came not far away, with a large sleeve robe on the right side, a white collar inlaid with a collar, cuffs cuffed, slits on both sides of the body, and a piece of cloth was picked up from the left side of the placket and the right side of the placket respectively.

These people are wearing Taoist clothes of the Ming Dynasty, or civilian clothes, as early as Wolong Mountain, Tang Hao has seen it, that person calls himself a crazy Taoist, claiming to be the first master of martial arts a hundred years ago, the younger Tang Hao because he saw his strange clothes, but he has been in contact with the crazy Taoist for a long time, so he is deeply impressed by these Taoist robes.

The first person is about one meter six tall, not tall, and his expression is very young, from the outside, he looks like a young Taoist priest, but his face shows an expression that only eighty or ninety years old have, and it looks really weird.

Especially when such a young Taoist priest still calls Zhou Bowen Brother Zhou, this is even more weird, a young man is in a group of old Taoist priests and looks like the leader.

"The wind is long, don't come to harm's way, it looks like it was the same as it was back then, and it's a little younger." Zhou Bowen had a smile on his face.

"Haha, I have won awards, Brother Zhou is still sharp in words, extraordinary in style, not weaker than back then, as soon as I came up, I gave Lao Dao a slap in the face, I am really ashamed of Lao Dao."