At this point, Jiang Siming turned his gaze back to the male student who was already sitting on pins and needles and said:
"You said you were counting on Westerners learning Chinese. I don't think that's impossible at all. I can also responsibly tell you that within ten years, people all over the world will want to learn Chinese."
"In fact, they already want to learn it very badly, because they want to learn the Innate Skill. I'm not wrong, am I?"
Everyone nodded one after another. Yes, that was true. They could testify to it.
Ever since the Innate Skill had become widespread in China, countless foreigners had wanted to learn it. Some countries had even wanted to follow China's example by abandoning English and replacing it with Chinese martial arts.
The Russian brothers had gone even further, directly adding Chinese to their textbooks.
Finally, Jiang Siming did not forget to mock him:
"China has actually been growing stronger all along. It's just that you only admire the Western powers you worship and go breathe their so-called sweet air. You simply can't see the subtle, gradual progress our China has been making."
"Oh, no, that's not right. Even if you did see it, you'd pretend you hadn't, because you're just a blind, conscienceless foreign-worshipping dog."
After he finished speaking, the male student was utterly humiliated. He no longer had the face to stay and ran out crying.
Not only did the people present not sympathize with him, many students even shouted for him to hurry up and get lost.
Jiang Siming did not end things just because the man had left. Instead, he continued speaking to everyone:
"I strongly promote Chinese martial arts and personally teach the Innate Skill because I want people of our generation to develop a