I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"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?"

"Hahaha!" The Huaxia audience, who were also incensed, suddenly burst into laughter. When it came to creativity, Huaxia shone brightly in the scientific domain while these Western countries didn't even know whether they existed.

"But that's just the past of your Huaxia, nothing worth boasting about."

"Fine, let's talk about the modern era," continued Zhang Menglong, "anyone who dares say their manned spaceflight technology surpasses that of Huaxia, please raise your hand?"

Zhang Menglong scanned the audience, and indeed, nobody dared raise their hand.

To date, Huaxia's manned spacecraft have a success rate of 100%, while other countries? There have been several launch failures in history, which cost the lives of many hard-trained astronauts—this already said it all.

"So, what now? Speechless, are we?" Zhang Menglong smiled, "Not long ago, our Huaxia completed the development of the 2nm chips. If I remember correctly, to import chips from our country, you were kneeling in front of my Silicon Moonlight for several hours, weren't you?"

After these words, many people lowered their heads in shame. Who knew that Zhang Menglong would secretly start a live stream at that time? It was practically a scene of mass social death, a dark chapter in the history of these Western countries!"

"So it's clear, whether we look at modern times or ancient history, you have no place to criticize the research and development capabilities of the Huaxian people!"

"Well said!"

"I'm actually sweating here; isn't this much more thrilling than Boruto?"

"President Zhang is forever a god!"

"Although President Zhang can be really showy when he flaunts, today he's truly dashing!"

...

Zhang Menglong took a deep breath: "Alright, Professor Sebek, you can go home and wait for the court summons. Unless I am appeased for ten or eight years, I won't let this go. I have more than enough money to spare for this game."

"And yes, get an ambulance ready; I fear this fellow may just have a stroke from sheer anger."

Zhang Menglong's string of eloquent remarks directly caused Sebek's blood pressure to skyrocket. He didn't believe it, he knew others didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do—nobody could produce evidence to the contrary.

"Alright, I know that everyone here harbors doubts about our research achievements," Zhang Menglong said, "I understand that, but I still have to say that regarding the research on dark matter, we have not plagiarized anyone's work because nobody has the level of expertise that we would need to plagiarize."

"How can you prove that?"

"Actually, I don't need to prove anything," Zhang Menglong replied, "But I believe that if I don't prove anything, various keyboard warriors will attack us Huaxians online for academic plagiarism, claiming our Nobel is undeserved."

"I think there are still many unsolved mysteries in the world. How about I solve a few more? That should be enough to demonstrate my capability, right?"

"No way!" Someone sarcastically called out from below, "Who knows if you haven't already prepared for all this stuff in advance, or perhaps you'll use one lie to cover up another?"

"Right, you can't pick the topics yourself. We must choose them, and we must control the timing."

All those who doubted Zhang Menglong's academic achievements stood up in unison at this moment.

"Just a moment ago, everyone was nodding along, and now with someone leading the charge, they start causing trouble. These people are truly despicable!"

"This I cannot accept. Why is it that when people from other countries win the Nobel Prize no one questions it, but when Huaxia wins, there's an uproar of skepticism? Double standards much?"

"Look at them acting as if they've never seen the world. Can't Huaxia produce geniuses?"

The whole of Huaxia erupted in curses.

"Okay then," surprisingly, Zhang Menglong actually agreed. He was actually ready to accept this challenge in front of hundreds of millions of people around the world!

"So, those seated, please set the questions. Whether it's astronomy, geography, medicine, or history, if I'm stumped, I lose."

"Zhang Menglong is awesome! (voice crack)"

"Just for that statement, from today on, you are the one and only True God!"

"But honestly, I'm a bit anxious. Zhang's act is a bit grand. I'm worried he can't live up to it. Even if he started learning from the womb, is it possible to amass that much knowledge?"

"Wouldn't he have had to start learning since Pangu created the world?"

"Mr. Zhang, please begin your performance!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, since you are so confident, let's take the liberty of asking you a question," a scientist from the Royal European Academy of Physics took the initiative to stand up.

"May I ask how to address this gentleman?"

"My name is Perle, Mr. Zhang may not have heard of me."

"In that case, Mr. Perle, please state your question."

"Since Mr. Zhang is tackling the task of proving the existence of dark matter, I would like to know if Mr. Zhang can prove the existence of something else."

"What is that?"

"The soul!"

"Wow!" Whether it was the audience on-site or the live stream, the place exploded at that moment.

"Damn! That's impudent. Is that something that can be proven?"

"Isn't this already proven? I heard that when a person dies, their mass decreases by a few grams. Isn't that the soul?"

"Mr. Zhang, human research on the soul is still at a stage of trying to prove its existence. If you can prove the existence of the soul within a week, and analyze the substances that make it up, then we'll acknowledge your genius!"

Zhang Menglong said nothing, while Perle looked at Zhang Menglong's expression and revealed a triumphant smile. He wanted Zhang Menglong to be unable to step down.

How do you prove the existence or non-existence of something like the human soul? If it truly is something full of mystery and fantasy, there's just no way to prove it!

Isn't this asking the impossible of someone to prove something that can't be proven?

"Are you sure?" Zhang Menglong flashed a mischievous smile.

"Of course, if Mr. Zhang finds a week to be difficult, a month is also acceptable," Perle said with a smile.

"If you really want to know the answer, I can tell you now, the human soul does indeed exist."

"Hahaha," Perle laughed, "Since the soul truly exists, I wonder if Mr. Zhang has any way to prove it? Just talking won't be very convincing."

"You make a good point," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "The key thing is, if I really prove that ghosts exist, can you handle it?"

"Mr. Zhang, rest assured, I have a lot of courage, and I believe in science. Even if the human soul really exists, it's not necessarily something to be afraid of."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

"Well then," Zhang Menglong showed a sly grin, "we won't need a month. If you really want to know whether the human soul exists, I can prove it to you right now!"