Jiang Siming's words left the male student red-faced and completely stirred up his pride.
"Jiang Siming, what gives you the right to say that about me? I know you're the richest man in the world now, and that you've been very successful, but that doesn't mean you can criticize and disparage everyone. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never bully the young and poor! How do you know I won't surpass you in the future?"
The male student had even stopped calling him teacher and addressed Jiang Siming directly by name. He was sharp-tongued, his words cutting, and very skilled at sophistry.
"Is admitting that other countries are stronger than us really something shameful? Only by facing our own shortcomings and deficiencies can we humbly learn from the strong and continue improving. Not by acting like you, thinking that because you have money, you can look down on everyone in the world. You being rich doesn't mean everyone in all of Huaxia is rich, much less that Huaxia is stronger than other countries!"
"What's more, having money doesn't mean having better technology than others. There are many core technologies that even if you spent as much money as possible, the powerful Western countries still wouldn't sell to you. That means we need to study them ourselves. But if the people of Huaxia can't even learn basic English, how are they supposed to learn other people's technology? How are they supposed to communicate with them?"
"Do you still expect people from Western countries to learn Chinese?"
Every word the male student spoke rang out forcefully. When he saw the entire school's teachers and students staring at him in astonishment, he thrust out his chest even further. His gaze grew utterly disdainful, and he fearlessly met Jiang