Butler Gaye's paper finally came to an end. "Alright, that's all for today. Please feel free to ask your questions. Currently, the research on the Sangmo language has entered the final stage of systematic induction. There's nothing I can't say."
"I have a question!"
The moment he said it, Chen Guang stood up abruptly from the rostrum in the front row and said in a loud voice.
Butler froze and stared blankly at Chen Guang who was only a few meters away from him. His mind was blank as he thought, This is an academic conference. What can this guy ask?
The huge conference hall was also silent for a moment. It was so silent that even a pin drop could be heard. Then, people began to whisper to each other.
The scholars were confused. What the hell was going on?
Many people had seen Chen Guang's drowsy and absent-minded appearance when someone else was giving a speech. They knew that the knowledge that they viewed as a treasure was meaningless in the eyes of those who weren't professionals.
As a rich young man, Chen Guang sat here today to boost the reputation of the World's Language Club which he sponsored. He had shown enough respect to Chen Guang, and there was no reason to force him to pretend to be a good student and listen attentively to the lecture.
There was nothing wrong with this. Although some people would look down on his "ignorant and incompetent" appearance, there was no reason to criticize him.
But why did he suddenly have something to say after Butler threw out such a heavyweight academic paper?
Could it be that Chen Guang, the sponsor of the World's Language Club, wanted to cause trouble and ruin things because of the conflict between them?
This is too much!
– In Chen Guang's livestream room –
"He's coming! Brother All-Rounder is going to show off! "
"Who can stop him?"
"Only a thunderstorm can strike him to death, right?"
"Obviously, it's impossible."
"Here's the problem. This is a high-level academic conference, and he's giving a speech in public. He can't scold him, right? What's he going to do? "
"God knows."
"Let's just watch quietly."
Even those who were familiar with Chen Guang were at a loss, let alone the viewers in the live streaming room. They really did not think that he could say anything high-level. Only Wu Tong, who knew how good he was, was curious.
This Sangmo language was not as unpopular as the Buramuru language that he had deciphered previously. Perhaps this fellow was really proficient in it.
"Mr. Chen, do you have any objections?"
Butler Gay suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly with a calm face.
Chen Guang waved his hand. "It's nothing, Mr. Butler. I have some doubts about one of the statements in your academic report, and I have to say it out loud."
Butler thought to himself, Shut up, you ignorant and incompetent nouveau riche, don't embarrass yourself.
However, he squeezed out a playful smile. "Oh? Please go ahead. "
He really did not believe that Chen Guang could really have any insights.
"Just now, you said that the Sangmo language is similar to the Chinese language. There are no differences in the past tense and past present tense. However, there are differences in the description of some nouns for males and females. For example, males and females use different words for the same thing. You call this the use of masculine and feminine words, right?"
Chen Guang suddenly asked.
Butler was stunned. This was indeed the content of his thesis, and it was also a question that he had yet to solve.
"Yes, but sometimes, the males in the Sangmo tribe will also use feminine expressions. This phenomenon still needs to be researched."
"So you don't understand?"
Chen Guang continued to press him.
"Yes, I don't know why, but is there a problem with that?"
Butler really did not think that there was anything wrong with him. This was an unfinished research anyway.
Chen Guang laughed. "But I can tell you why. In fact, the so-called masculine and feminine nouns have nothing to do with gender! "
"Impossible! I have interviewed at least hundreds of Sangmo tribe members! My data sample is large enough. You are spouting nonsense! "
Butler waved his hand angrily. "Chen Guang, although you are the sponsor of the World Language Club, I hope that you will not interfere with the normal proceedings of the meeting because of your personal conflicts. There are still many people who want to ask questions."
Indeed, many people were currently sizing up Chen Guang with extremely unhappy gazes.
Lord Guang turned a blind eye to these strange gazes and continued, "The reason why you have such an illusion is because you do not have sufficient understanding of the history and culture of the Sangmo tribe."
Butler said, "Illusion? Are you trying to make me laugh? Do you know that you look like a clown now? "
"Clown? No, no, no. Very soon, you will be a clown, Director Butler. " Chen Guang waved his hand and walked up to the podium. He stood in front of Butler and said heavily, "I will tell you clearly now that your so-called feminine and masculine is simply the difference between day and night! It is not some laughable difference between men and women. "
Chen Guang clasped his hands behind his back and continued, "Before the 18th century, in the Sangmo tribe, regardless of whether it was men or women, when they talked about the difference between yin and yang, they would use the difference between day and night! It is not feminine and masculine! "
Butler was obviously not easily swayed. "Are you joking? The female Sangmo tribe members I interviewed used feminine words even during the day! "
"That is because in the past, women had a low status in the Sangmo tribe. They were absolutely forbidden from going out during the day. The men of the tribe were basically out hunting during the day, and women could only communicate with others at night. The frequency of women using nighttime words was much higher than daytime words. As time passed, the daytime words were gradually forgotten and abandoned by women. The women of the Sangmo tribe even started using nighttime words during the day."
"Even earlier, when the Sangmo tribe was still a matriarchal society, when the Sangmo tribe's language was first born, it was completely based on the difference between day and night. For example, the few words that you used to differentiate between masculine and feminine words, such as sun, moon, light, wolf, bat, owl, and so on. Think about it, among these things, the sun and light only appear during the day, while the moon only appears during the night. Wolves, owls, and bats are also animals that are active at night. "
"Knife, flowing water, big tree. Why are there no differences between masculine and feminine words? Can you explain it clearly? You also said that the men of the Sangmo tribe would also use feminine words. You don't understand the reason, but let me tell you why. It is because you interviewed them at night! Of course, in the recent years, there have been changes. No matter what kind of language it is, it will definitely evolve and develop in a direction that is more convenient for communication. "
"In the recent years, with the evolution of time, the distinction between day and night in some words is no longer as clear. This is because the women of this tribe often use nighttime words during the day. Some of the men of this tribe are also influenced and will occasionally use nighttime words during the day."
"Let me tell you how they used to differentiate day and night. It is not the clock that we commonly use, but the sundial. When the sundial's scale crosses the needle that represents the night, they will switch some words to the nighttime words. Do you understand now? Chairman Butler. "
"Oh right, there's one more thing. The reason why you can't learn about this history from the Sangmo people is because about two hundred years ago, they were massacred by another large tribe. Their population dropped from more than a hundred thousand to less than thirty thousand. Their historical records were burned to ashes, and many of their respected elders were killed or injured. Their historical inheritance was broken."
Butler was dumbfounded. He wanted to say that Chen Guang was just spouting nonsense, but he could not help but recall the various phenomena that he had encountered when he came into contact with the Sangmo tribe. If what Chen Guang said was true, then there was a reasonable explanation for these phenomena.
"In the history of the Sangmo tribe, there was a great poet called Nidaye. It was this poet who organized the originally scattered and disorderly Sangmo language into a system and simplified their inherited language. Now, I will read a poem of his for you to listen to."
"Forest! You are so beautiful! Zebra! You have four legs! The dark night gave me big black eyes, but I used them to peep at the Widow Wang next door bathing! "
The last part was read by Chen Guang in fluent Sangmo language.
Unfortunately, Butler didn't really understand what he was saying.
Even though these words were pronounced in the standard Sangmo language, they were still relatively rare.
With Butler's current knowledge of the Sangmo language, he could roughly distinguish the words' forest ',' zebra ',' four legs', 'dark night', 'eyes', and 'a woman living alone'.
The only thing he could be sure of was that Chen Guang had completely mastered the Sangmo language.
"This … this …"
Butler stuttered, his face filled with confusion.
How could this be?
He did not understand.
Other than his own research team, he had never heard of any other team going deep into the Amazon jungle to interact with the Sangmo tribe that was about to disappear.
Where did Chen Guang learn this from?
Also, how did he know so many things that he did not know?
Who was this person called Nidaye?
Was there such a great existence?
Why did he deliberately transliterate Nidaye's name into Chinese?
Was he mocking me?
Chen Guang crossed his hands. "What? You don't understand? Mr. Butler, you have been studying the Sangmo language for five years. You don't understand such a famous poem? "
Butler clenched his teeth and said, "How could I not understand it!"
When he said this, he admitted one thing in front of everyone. Chen Guang was indeed speaking the Sangmo language.
"Then why don't you translate it for us?"
"This poem praises the forest, praises animals like zebras, and the dark night gives the poet black eyes. Lastly, it says that he misses the woman living alone far away. This poem is full of romantic feelings. Nidaye is indeed a great poet. "
Chen Guang almost laughed out loud.
There was no such thing as a great poet named Nidaye.
Of course, this poem was also made up by him. It was just that he had translated it into the Sangmo language.
"Your translation is basically correct. Next, I will say it in Chinese. The one who wrote this poem is your grandpa. The first line is, you are so beautiful in the forest. "
"Your grandpa?" Butler was stunned and could not react for a moment. On the other hand, Chen Guang's live broadcast room was filled with cheers. Everyone was saying that he was a scammer.
"The second line is, you are a zebra with four legs."
"The third line is, the dark night gives me a big black eye. That's right, a big eye."
"The fourth line is, I use this big eye to peep at Widow Wang next door bathing."
Butler finally came to his senses. "Are you messing with me?"
Chen Guang snorted. "No, this is indeed a poem written by Nidaye."
He tried hard not to laugh out loud. Anyway, he would not admit it even if he was beaten to death. Perhaps the poet named Nidaye was really so wretched?
Butler's face turned red as he gnashed his teeth. He wanted to bite Chen Guang to death, but he knew that he couldn't make a move. He had seen Chen Guang's performance in the International Wrist Strength Competition, and Chen Guang's fist was more than enough to send two of him to hell.
Chen Guang laughed. "Alright, let's call it a day. In a few days, I will also publish a book called 'The Sangmo Dictionary'. In this book, I will systematically and completely organize this language. According to my estimation, with my book as the teaching material, children in their teens will be able to completely master this language in less than two years of systematic learning. "
"You are right about one thing. The Sangmo language is indeed a rare small language that is easy to learn and has high practical value. Since Chairman Butler is interested in this language, please remember to buy two books to support me. "
With that, Chen Guang ignored him and turned to leave. In an instant, he disappeared from the entrance of the venue.
Not only was Chen Guang going to slap him in the face in public, but he was also going to take drastic measures to make his research meaningless. He was going to make him feel so much pain that he began to doubt his life.
Chu Zijin jogged all the way and asked behind him, "Is there really a poet named Nidaye?"
Chen Guang rolled his eyes. "You believe my nonsense? I'm scolding him. "
Chu Zijin said, "But the poem you recited just now is completely in line with the grammatical structure and pronunciation analyzed in Butler's report. Do you really understand it?"
Chen Guang took his phone from her hand and turned off the live broadcast. Then he grunted. "Of course, I never brag."
"So you really understand all the languages?"
"I've already said that I never brag. If you have nothing else to do, let's call it a day. I'll see you tomorrow. "
The whole morning was wasted. Chen Guang was in a hurry to go back to the hotel to play games and practice. As for Big Beard Deng, who was filming at the Film City?
What did I say before?
He had completely lost his memory!
He went back to the hotel, played games, and practiced his inner force. All in one go.
Halfway through, he received a few calls. While he completed a counter-attack with one hand, he joked with a few acquaintances to clear the name of the poet "Damn You". At the same time, he also heard from Lu Xiaoliang that Butler didn't come to the afternoon meeting. He heard that he was so angry that he couldn't breathe properly.
Chen Guang deeply sympathized with him and sincerely hoped that he could live to see tomorrow.
While he was playing games, his performance at the World Language Conference in the morning appeared on the Internet in two different ways.
The first scene was a first-person view shot by Chu Zijin with her mobile phone. The second scene was a 4K HD VR video jointly produced by five livestream related companies. Of course, there was also an ordinary HD version.
Both scenes only showed one thing. It was the video of him flipping the table after Butler's academic speech.
What happened to being ignorant and incompetent?
What happened to bragging?
Something didn't seem right!
This guy really knew the Sangmo language!
What kind of language was that? They had never heard of it before. No one understood where he learned it from.
But the fact was that he stunned everyone at the conference. He even said that he was going to publish a book and write teaching materials!
It didn't seem like he was joking.
Brother Almighty was really a foreign language guru?
This horrifying thought slowly rose in everyone's heart.
Forget it. We'll find out tomorrow.
Time flew, and it was the next morning. Chen Guang stood in front of Yue Hong and the others with two dark circles under his eyes. He was quite embarrassed.
Sigh, it was all his fault for accidentally saying the taboo language last night.
He slept after losing a game!
Then he won until the morning.
"Mr. Chen, have you been busy all night?"
Fang Tianyu was too embarrassed to say that Chen Guang had been playing games.
Chen Guang grunted. "Yes. Since I said that I would publish teaching materials for the Sangmo language, of course I can't go back on my words. I'm organizing the information."
His lying skills were getting better and better. He could do it with ease. His face didn't change, and his heart didn't jump. He even managed to fool himself.
Yue Hong said weakly, "Alright … Alright. I hope you can perform better today."
Originally, he had used the Sangmo language to boost everyone's morale. But now, it had fallen to rock bottom. Our Mr. Chen was really fresh and unconventional!
He had stayed up all night before the competition!
Finally, the most exaggerated World Language Conference competition in history was about to begin. The prize money was as high as 100 million in cash, and the potential prize money was as high as 240 million RMB!
On the bamboo platform, Chen Guang's personal livestream had not started yet. Since the morning, more than 5 million viewers had flooded in, and the number was still rising.
It was almost the same on the overseas online livestream platform, Twhich.
The Central TV Entertainment Channel's morning gymnastics program, which no one usually paid attention to, had a viewership rating of less than 0.01%. When the competition officially started, the viewership rating would definitely soar.
Although there was a time difference between Sky Sports and ABC, their viewership ratings were still very high. It was even comparable to the UEFA Champions League and NFL finals.
Relying on his personal influence and unparalleled commercial hype, he had turned the originally useless World Language Conference competition into a program that was popular all over the world. No matter what, Chen Guang, who was once the number one internet celebrity in China, and now the number one internet celebrity in the world, could die without regrets even if he lost the competition.
Those advertising sponsors and the five livestream companies that had invested in him because they trusted his ability were laughing so hard that their mouths were about to split open.
Even the old men in Yan Jin who had been sitting calmly on the fishing platform were left speechless by such a terrifying scene.
They had asked Tang Xiaokai to invest money in his company in the hope that he would make a big commotion. But now, in the blink of an eye, this guy was about to turn the world upside down.
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