Yang Jian naturally knew Professor Bai was talking nonsense. Once literary masters like him started spinning tales, they could confuse you so thoroughly you would lose all sense of direction. Every sentence would sound well-founded, leaving you with no reason to refute it. The reason was simple: he had read more books than you, so you could never out-argue him.
Except for a few hot-tempered guys who liked to jump up and spout nonsense.
But Yang Jian understood even better that the real purpose of this rhetoric was to conceal part of the truth, allowing people to accept the appearance of the ghosts without falling into complete despair.
That was good for ordinary people.
It was also good for the stability of global order.
Therefore, Yang Jian was very interested in what sort of story Headquarters had prepared for Professor Bai to use in persuading everyone.
"Perhaps most people will not agree with my viewpoint, and that is perfectly normal. A mere mouth and references to stories from ancient and modern times are indeed not enough to convince people. Now, everyone, please look at this photograph."
Professor Bai continued his lecture. After a while, he turned on the slide projector beside the podium and displayed several images he had prepared beforehand.
The images showed coffins belonging to ancient foreign pharaohs.
"Do these golden coffins of the pharaohs remind you of anything?"
Professor Bai said, "A coffin needed to be made of gold, and a special pyramid had to be built to house it. Perhaps ancient rulers all had a habit of constructing lavish mausoleums on a grand scale. But viewed from a particular angle, perhaps they built mausoleums and made coffins from gold not merely because of the burial customs of their era, but for a far more important purpose."