Chen Zhao looked at the old man who'd come with Faluy Lysander. The old man almost had a penis hanging from his mouth.
From the moment he'd entered the restaurant, he'd been searching for pretty waitresses.
Then, he walked in Chen Zhao's direction. Suddenly, he went in another direction and went straight for a pretty waitress.
"Hi, ma 'am. Can I have your number?"
Handsome men were popular, even if the man was almost a hundred years old.
As long as you knew how to take care of yourself, you'd have a different sensory experience. Anyway, you'd be very handsome.
Chen Zhao wasn't in a hurry. He rested a hand on his temple and leaned against the window.
Chen Zhao listened to Faluy Lysander's suggestion.
To avoid beating up a 99-year-old man at home, he decided to meet outside.
After a few minutes, the old man didn't seem to have a smooth conversation with the waitress.
After the slap, the old man walked up to Chen Zhao, embarrassed.
"Mr. Chen, hello."
"Hello." Chen Zhao stood up and shook hands with the old man.
"Let's talk business outside. Also … waitress …" After the old man called out, the waitress who'd slapped him walked up. "How may I help you?"
"I'd like an Australian steak and a West Coast lobster, a glass of orange juice, a roast goose, and some cow mushrooms with French snails."
The old man looked at Chen Zhao. "Mr. Chen, do you mind if I order more?"
"Of course not. Go ahead."
When the waitress left, she mumbled something. She probably didn't say anything nice.
"Mr. Chen, I heard that you wanted to show me some symbols. We have 20 minutes before lunch."
The old man was putting the cart before the horse, but if he could solve the problem in 20 minutes, Chen Zhao wouldn't mind his attitude.
Chen Zhao took out the picture he'd prepared and handed it to the old man.
The moment the old man saw the picture, his eyes widened.
Chen Zhao could vaguely feel that the old man had an unusual aura.
Chen Zhao looked up at the old man. So, he was a kindred spirit.
The old man lifted his head and also looked at Chen Zhao in surprise.
This was the first time he'd looked at Chen Zhao so seriously.
"Where did you get these pictures from?"
"A friend gave me something. I copied them from it."
"Have you considered selling it?"
"What price can you offer?"
"100,000 USD … What do you think?" The old man recalled the number on the check. "Ha … I'm just kidding. Let's continue."
"The words on it are the oldest human language," the old man said.
"Shouldn't the oldest language be the Oracle Bone Script?"
"Oracle bone inscriptions are hieroglyphics. Even now, the academic community is still debating whether or not the Oracle bone inscriptions can be considered a language. This is because the users of the Oracle bone inscriptions were the ancestors of mankind. However, they were not considered real humans, but homo sapiens. The oldest language I'm talking about is the language used by mankind."
"Mr. Xi Lai, why have I never heard of this language in the academic world?"
The old man glanced at Falui Lysander. "Because this type of text only circulates within a small circle, and this small circle obviously doesn't include you."
Faluy Lysander's face turned green and red, clearly infuriated by the old man's words.
The old man pointed at Falui's nose and said, "You don't have the right to know."
"This type of text is called a primitive language. There's no other name for it. It's used to record gods. It's not an ordinary record. In ancient times, there were very, very few humans who mastered it. There might only be a few people in an era."
"Actually, the inheritance of the primitive language hasn't been cut off. It should be one of the few human cultures that have survived to this day. Even now, it's still circulated within a small circle."
"Are you one of them?"
"Me? Not really. Ha … "The old man's smile contained a lot of meaning.
Since Chen Zhao had already confirmed that the old man was also in the same field as him.
Every word he said might be filled with deep meaning.
But right now, Chen Zhao was more concerned about whether the old man could answer his questions.
"Mr. Chen, can I see the real thing?"
"Not convenient," Chen Zhao replied with a smile.
"Fine." The old man did not insist. At the very least, he did not continue to question or persuade him. He just held the rubbing paper and looked at it. "The content on this is very limited, Mr. Chen, and the content is not complete. The original text needs to be read in full before it can be translated. What I can see now is only a description of a god, the nameless god, or the unknown god."
"There's so much text, but only this much actual content?"
"Primitive writing is a very complicated system of writing. You can't just look at a single character or a single line. You need to interpret the entire text. Adding a character or symbol will change the entire content. So, what I said just now is just some judgment. I can't give a definite explanation. So, if you want me to translate more content, you don't have to think about it. Forcing it would just be nonsense."
"What if I want to learn the primitive language?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Do you know how many years it took me to learn the primitive language?"
"How many years?"
"Forty," the old man said. The old man said, "This is also because of my excellent talent. I've taught ten students, but only one student has learned the primitive language. The other nine students have spent decades and still can't translate a single sentence."
"Pretend I didn't say anything." Chen Zhao gave up. He'd be crazy to spend decades learning a language system.
"When you've decided and let me see the real thing, then contact me. I can't give you more help now."
"I'll think about it," Chen Zhao answered vaguely.
"Okay." The old man didn't force him. After talking about business, the dishes were served.
The old man started eating as if no one else was around.
Falui Lysander realized that the almost hundred-year-old man's appetite was so huge. It was several times his own.
Just then, Chen Zhao ordered his own portion. It was several times the old man's.
Falui Lysander realized that he was the only one who was at the level of a regular person.
Both Chen Zhao and the old man had shockingly huge appetites.
"Mr. Chen, I didn't know you could eat so much." The old man looked up at Chen Zhao. He hadn't swallowed his food yet.
"Not at all. Mr. Xi's appetite surprised me." Chen Zhao also wolfed down his food.
Spiritualists usually ate more than regular people, but it was still limited.
Except for one type of spiritualist — the strengthening type.
For example, Chen Zhao's appetite was inhuman.
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