At the beginning of this side, the three families began to debate, around the concept of Chinese culture, Zhou Bowen was also bypassed, the people around the audience were naturally very excited, most of them were sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, and some Westerners were cold bystanders, they didn't need to debate, the candidates every year were predetermined, and just one person was chosen to come out was already ten million times better than Chinese literature.

"The head of the wind road said wrong again, relatives are relatives, father and son are father and son, blood is thicker than water, and relatives are distant relatives are also relatives, and the three generations are also relatives, different and mixed, poor in the mountains no one asks, rich in the mountains have distant relatives, these so-called relatives are not as reasonable as father and son. As for whether you say that I am arrogant or not, I have my own comments from others, so I don't need to worry about the wind road. ”

"Master, relatives are relatives no matter what, even if they are unfamiliar, can you deny that they are not relatives? In this way, what does your Confucian so-called tolerance mean? "Mo Fei also fired at Shi Hengdao.

"Lord Momen, are you and the Tempest Dao Leader related?"

Shi Hengdao suddenly opened his mouth to ask such a sentence, Mo Fei and the Storm Dao Leader were stunned at the same time, glanced at each other, and shook their heads.

"We are the same heads of families, and we can't be relatives."

"Okay, you are not relatives, then I ask you, you are not relatives can be one, if you two relatives come here, do you have the same opinion, can you guarantee that they will treat you as a relative? For example, if you have a beggar who is your relative, may I ask you, you are being stopped by them on the street, and there are countless disciples of your disciples around you, will you agree? The gentleman is insincere and does not stand, both of them are the heads of each family, and they must not be honest and open their mouths to talk nonsense. Shi Hengdao's remarks only rolled the eyes of the two people.

Just when the three of them were arguing, a tall foreigner with a handsome appearance stood on the side.

"A little Chinese literature, as for such a quarrel? Don't quarrel, in the future, it will all be a branch of our Western culture, and our Western literature will not dislike the dilapidated Chinese literature. ”

The foreigner's remarks caused the three people who were arguing fiercely to stop at the same time.

"What are you?" The long mouth of the wind road is not good at words.

"I'm not a thing, my name is McWilson, I'm a native of the United States, and I'm the only debater in the debate on Western literature." McWilson speaks fluent English, but he doesn't speak Chinese.

However, the few people present all listened and understood, and as soon as the Wind Tunnel Commander used the English interface, he had already fallen into the inferior.

"Since it's not a thing, get out of the way and don't get in the way of our discussion." Storm Dao Chang is not good at speaking, he still uses English, his English level is very suspicious, he speaks quickly and fluently, but from the mouth of a Taoist master, he speaks fluent English, which sounds somewhat weird, and it is inferior.

"Hehe, don't you have a saying in Huaxia that the winner is king, and the loser is the villain? Today, I will let you understand what it means to be the winner and your Chinese culture to be the king. ”

McWilson's words made the faces of several people present change dramatically at the same time, and the tone of the gringo in front of him was really big.

"What did he just say?" Zhou Bowen on the side asked in a low voice, as an advocate of Chinese culture, Zhou Bowen can be said to be a complete Chinese school, and there is a kind of heartfelt resistance to the culture of foreigners, and if you don't listen to it, you will naturally not understand the words of the foreigner in front of you.

"Just now he said that our Chinese culture is all Kou, and their Western literature is king, so they should teach us a good lesson." Hearing Tang Hao's whispered explanation, Zhou Bowen was so angry that the beard on his chin trembled.

"What a big breath, this miscellaneous hair is simply sitting in a well and watching the sky, their Western literature has a history of no more than a hundred years, how can it be compared with our Chinese literature? It's ridiculous, Tang Hao, if you go to sue him, just say let him come over. ”

"Old Zhou, don't worry, someone will educate that ignorant miscellaneous hair."

Zhou Bowen saw that the faces of several other families changed dramatically at the same time, and immediately nodded, no matter how they dispute with Chinese culture, they all belong to the same Chinese culture, and in any case, they also belong to the branch of Chinese literature, no matter who wins or loses, it is beneficial to China, but now it is despised by a literature that has not developed for a hundred years, which is really infuriating.

However, before they could argue a few words, the faces of the three of them changed at the same time, and they opened their mouths, but they did not speak.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Bowen saw that several people were very fast and fluent in English, and he couldn't understand the meaning at all, and he completely relied on Tang Hao's translation, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised to see the three of them stop talking at the same time.

"The foreigner said that it is an indisputable fact that Western literature dominates the world, and he said that William Shakespeare is the greatest writer in the world, and there is no greater existence than him, because his scholarship still affects all corners of the world, just like the place where our literary exchange conference is held is chosen to be Shakespeare's production place."

"Oh? Who this Shakespeare is and what his writings are, the old man wants to know a thing or two. ”

"Hehe, it's all things that some foreigners and some people who worship foreigners like to watch, how can people in China look at those things, it's just things that some people deliberately coax up in order to pretend to be forced."

"Tang Hao, you go and teach that foreigner a good lesson."

"I understand." Tang Hao nodded.

Don't mention the smug look on McWilson's face at this time.

"I only know one person about your Chinese literature, Confucius told you to be humble, to understand current affairs, now we are the world of Western culture, whether you admit it or not, this world belongs to our Western culture, your Chinese culture is just in this small place to survive, temporarily self-obsessed." This McWilson is obviously very familiar with Chinese culture, and when it comes to idioms, he is not ambiguous. Now in our great writers, Shakespeare's place, we can prove that our Western literature is the mainstream of the world, is the only driving force to ensure the progress of society, today, I want to tell you, I McWilson is here to officially inform you, if you don't become our branch, you are ready to be eliminated by us, there will be no existence of your Chinese literature in history in the future, however, you really do not have any need to save zài, the product of feudal society, all taught are some liars, thieves, Just look at the people in your country, all of them advocate our Western culture, how many people know and know your so-called Chinese literature? Well, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you either, it doesn't make any sense to win you for the 22nd year in a row, either to become our branch or to history, give you ten minutes to think about it. “

Looking at the reddened faces of the few people, McWilson's face was full of disdain, a group of old pedants, with some disdain in their mouths, McWilson walked to the side as he spoke, and was about to pick up the red wine on the side.

"What did you just say?" Tang Hao walked over, the voice was so loud that the whole venue could hear it clearly, of course, Tang Hao naturally used Chinese.

McWilson turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"What did you say?" McWilson used English.

"What do you say? I don't understand what you mean, I'm just asking what you just said there for a long time? I'm sorry, but we don't know bird language. ”

"Who are you?" McWilson still uses English.

"Forget it, there's no point in talking to someone who only speaks bird language, it's a waste of time, it's better to go back to sleep." Tang Hao shook his head, turned around and left.

"Wait." McWilson is fluent in Chinese as soon as he speaks, and the corners of Tang Hao's mouth are hooked up a little arc, as expected.

"What do you want to tell me? Chinese people, are you here on behalf of them to incorporate your poor knowledge into our great Western culture, if so, on behalf of the great Western culture, I have temporarily agreed to the request of you poor creatures, but even if you want to merge into our great Western culture, you can only be a last stream, oh, wrong, it should be put on display in the literature museum, so as not to waste time, but this is also a consolation to your poor culture, in my opinion, the culture of you poor inferior peopleThere is no need to save zài. ”

McWilson's words were spoken in Chinese, and they were said very loudly, and the faces of those present, even those two devils, were a little hot.

"Why, isn't that the truth what I'm talking about? Looking at today, which of our Western literature is not in the first position in the world? Where is there no shadow of our Western literature? On the other hand, in addition to being dilapidated and backward, I really can't find a second word to describe you. As he spoke, McWilson shook his head with disdain on his face.

"Your bandit logic is very wonderful, there is an idiom called self-deception in our China, you Westerners have nothing to describe except self-deception. When writing appeared in China, you Westerners were still a bunch of savages, and you didn't even know what words were. In terms of literary development, we have thrown out hundreds of Westerners in China."

"Does any of this make sense? Poor Chinese people, you are always living in the history of the past, and you don't dare to face history directly, and you will only talk about some past glories to deceive yourself, which seems to me to be really ridiculous. McWilson shook his head as he spoke.

02 "Look at the present, what has your Chinese culture brought to you? On the contrary, our great Western culture has given you earth-shaking changes in your nation, you should abandon your ugly history, abandon your useless culture, and learn from our great Western culture, this is the path you should choose correctly, now you Chinese people know our William Shakespeare, Maupassant, Balzac Honoré de Balzac, Tolstoleev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, Ernest? Hemingway, Turgenev, William Sidney Porter, Gorky Maxim Gorky, how many people know about your famous masters of Chinese studies? ”