Chapter 195 Why Call Them Koreans
"Is this a real thing that they are pretending to do?"

Li Zi felt a little worried when she saw such a large force from South Korea.

She had kept it to herself and didn't say anything, but on the eve of the press conference, looking at the dense barrage of comments, she suddenly realized that there were many more Chinese people paying attention to this matter than she had imagined.

There are so many people in China, and there must be even more abroad.

So she was a little panicked and wanted to find Zhang Yang to relieve her stress.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yang patted Li Zi's hand gently and comforted her, "I left too many loopholes in these things."

"The shapes of bronze vessels, the patterns on porcelain, the signatures on the bases of Buddha statues, the words and meanings on murals..."

"Let me tell you this, when I saw the National Heritage Office in Korea saying they were going to display cultural relics, I laughed out loud."

"Let them demonstrate. I guarantee that those who know the business will not say a word when they see it."

"But what if no one finds us? Or if we are discovered, but the power is too small, they won't admit it." Li Zi asked worriedly.

Miss Li Liu has recently made up for some of her archaeological knowledge and learned some common sense, for example: the archaeology in the two countries in East Asia is a joke.

But they can still exist reasonably and even hold press conferences with such fanfare.

This shows that they are extremely thick-skinned.

Ordinary questioning probably won't work. They are likely to call a horse a zebra and get away with it even if it's fake.

"Don't worry, Zhu Ruyan and the others have already considered this situation."

Zhang Yang smiled and explained to Li Zi in his arms:
"She came to see me some time ago and discussed with me the follow-up measures."

"She has prepared more than a dozen papers in advance. As soon as the results from Korea are announced, she will quickly publish them through the channels at her disposal."

"You should be relieved now, right?"

Rest assured? Li Zi said she didn't even listen to what Zhang Yang said next.

She sat up directly, stared at Zhang Yang's face and asked:

"Zhu Ruyan came to see you? When did it happen? How long did she stay?"

"Was there a third person present at the time?"

"puff--"

Zhang Yang pinched Li Zi's face:
"How could you be so jealous that you could even get jealous of Zhu Ruyan? Isn't that too outrageous?"

"So what's wrong..." Li Zi crossed her arms and said calmly, "It's my right to be jealous."

"I don't have any reason to ask my junior sister, and the foreign girl can't understand what I say, so I can only find someone at random."

"After all, I haven't tried the taste of jealousy yet! Now, it doesn't feel like anything, not sour at all."

"It's OK as long as it's not sour."

Zhang Yang hugged Li Zi back into his arms, and just as he was about to help support her with his right hand, he was grabbed by the other party.

"Be serious. We still have to watch the live broadcast later. This is a big event. We have been preparing for it for so long."

"I see. Let's watch the live broadcast first."

Zhang Yang nodded and played the tablet's sound.

The host of the live broadcast room he found was an international student studying at Seoul National University in South Korea. Judging from the comments, this school seemed to be very good and the host was a top student.

However, the views expressed by this anchor don't seem like those of someone who has been to school.

The barrage asked him:

[What does the anchor think of this press conference? ]

The student replied:

"To sum it up in four words, it means getting back to the basics. There are too many nationalistic people in the country who simply don't think about the problem."

"I'm talking about some comments that only know how to talk about stealing a country. Then why can they steal and become a developed country, but your country can't?"

【Developed countries that outsource national defense? 】

"Does this have anything to do with my monthly salary of 3,000? How can an archaeological excavation be linked to war?"

"You pseudo-historians, just stay in my live broadcast room and watch me. This press conference on the Goguryeo ancient tombs will slap you in the face!"

[Unlucky, I met someone who loves Korea]

[Come on, come on, I won’t leave today, let me see how you slap your grandfather in the face]

Li Zi might have been too well protected by her family. This was her first time to come into contact with such international students, and the screen was full of aggressive comments.

Couldn't help but frown.

Zhang Yang noticed her expression and asked quietly, "Why don't we change to another live broadcast room?"

But Li Zi pressed Zhang Yang's hand down: "No, I want to see this rare outcome." "Okay, but in fact, these people are likely to have received money and deliberately pretended to be stupid to stir up the topic."

Zhang Yang gave a brief explanation. Based on his many years of surfing experience, such anchors never play against the wind.

If anyone finds any flaws in the press conference later, he will definitely go off the air under the attack of barrage, or even delete his account and run away.

Zhang Yang has seen this routine too many times.

Soon, a spokesperson from the National Heritage Department of Korea came out. He looked a bit like the hybrid of Son Heung-min and Cho Hyun-woo. In short, he had the typical appearance of a middle-aged Korean.

Zhang Yang couldn't understand the bird language spoken by the spokesperson at all, and it seemed that the other party would continue talking for a while.

He lowered his head in boredom, looking at Li Zi who was lying on his lap and watching the live broadcast sideways.

The latter had a focused expression, and judging from the way his eyes moved, it seemed that his attention was captured by the comments in the live broadcast room.

[The Koreans once paid money to steal the murals. I suspect that the anchor is the descendant of the paid-off Rare.]

[What era is it now? There are still people who like Korea. They are really weak in the knees.]

[Think about it, some people still like Nico. To be honest, it’s normal for people to like Korea.]

[As long as a Nigerien is not in China, he is a good Nigerien, but even if a Korean is abroad, he is a bad Korean.]

Zhang Yang couldn't hold back his smile after seeing this; the barrage of comments was so powerful.

Li Zi looked at it for a while, then came back to her senses and asked in a low voice:

"Zhang Yang, what kind of comments do you usually post?"

"Anchor, look at your legs."

"Apart from this kind of thing? Are there any that attack people?"

"Is that a tumor stuck between the anchor's headphones? Does this count?"

"Of course it counts!" Li Zi covered her mouth and giggled happily.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yang shared with her a lot of amazing ways to play with the barrage, including the joke about Muslims not eating pork, the joke about the Leshan Giant Buddha, the joke about Toyokawa Shoko... the list was too numerous to count.

Until the host in the live broadcast room suddenly shouted:
"Here you come, get ready to be slapped in the face!"

Zhang Yang and Li Zicai turned their attention back to the live broadcast.

The camera lens changed, and suddenly a long and narrow scroll appeared in the center of the picture, framed in a glass frame. Under the warm light, it looked like a colorful crayon painting.

"Wow, it's framed so well! These people are really giving me face."

Zhang Yang didn't expect that the other party chose the mural, and he started laughing.

Li Zi saw his smile and asked in confusion: "What's so funny? Tell me quickly."

"Don't worry, the joke is obvious, someone might notice it in the comments later."

"Is it so obvious? I don't believe it."

"Really? Just watch first."

A female tour guide wearing a black OL outfit appeared in the live broadcast. She looked very technological and began to explain the mural bit by bit to the camera.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang still couldn't understand her bird language.

But when he heard the host in the live broadcast room translate it, he roughly understood what it meant: Nuwa is also Korean, and Shennong is also Korean?

I guess this is really bullshit!

It would be a lie for Zhang Yang to say he wasn't surprised, but he didn't show it.

After all, the drama is at the very center of the mural.

It is impossible that the other mythological figures on the mural were stolen so easily.

Soon, a close-up was given to the green-robed deity in the center of the mural, and the yellow-robed man who was half-kneeling and holding a stick.

"I don't quite understand the commentary. This green-robed divine being is obviously Donghuang Taiyi!"

"It's more accurate to interpret that man in yellow robe as the emperor of Goguryeo." The international student host said dissatisfiedly after listening to the guide's nonsense.

"I know this." Li Zi patted Zhang Yang's leg: "Donghuang Taiyi, is he the auxiliary in Pesticide?"

"It's really not."

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head, pointing at the screen on the tablet and said:
"Did you see these two lines?"

“I saw it, but I didn’t understand it.”

"This is cursive writing, and normal people can't understand it. What I wrote is: [I grant you the name Bangzi, this is a token of trust, and you will always be my servants]."

"Look at the thing in the yellow-robed man's hand. That's the sacred stick passed down from the Korean nation. Now the Koreans have found their ancestors, haven't they?"

(End of this chapter)