"If Zhang Menglong doesn’t come out, there’s no God of Cars in this world anymore!"
"His skills are unmatched, no one else in the world can reach half his level!"
"This is driving skill that transcends human limits!"
Racers and car enthusiasts from around the world immediately gave various evaluations, and the audience on the spot resounded with Zhang Menglong’s name.
"Mr. Zhang, do you have time to accept a media interview?" the host asked tentatively.
"I’m here already, might as well say a few words!" Zhang Menglong nodded, leaving behind four Gods of Cars still on the spot, doubting their life choices.
Countless gazes and cameras then focused on Zhang Menglong as the media scrambled forward, fearing they might miss some important information.
"Mr. Zhang, according to the first-hand information we received, racers worldwide with the title of God of Cars have acknowledged your crown as the World God of Cars. You’ve defeated four Gods of Cars to achieve this title, anything you’d like to say?"
"Hmm..." Zhang Menglong pondered for a moment. "Not really anything special to say, except that the opponents’ strength was too weak, didn’t feel much excitement."
"Hahaha!"
"I knew it, Boss Zhang was going to start again."
"Can’t Boss Zhang speak normally? A little politeness wouldn’t kill you!"
The Huaxia spectators on-site burst into laughter while other racers and enthusiasts from various countries, although boiling with anger, had nothing to say.
Compared to Zhang Menglong, those who were called Gods of Cars were truly inferior.
"Mr. Zhang, your father is also a God of Cars. Did you learn your driving skills from him?" another reporter asked, adding, "With such astonishing driving skills, why haven’t you considered pursuing a professional racer career?"
"I got my driving license on my own, and my skills were taught by my driving school’s instructors. As for the latter question," Zhang Menglong responded, "I didn’t know until today that my dad was once a God of Cars or even a racer. I always thought that the driving skills of an ordinary driver should be like this, which is why I never thought my skills could qualify me as a racer before!"
"Good Lord!"
"Totally Versailles!"
"Bro, you’re a prophet, to predict such a statement!"
"With Boss Zhang being so slick, if you’re slick enough, you’ll know how he’s going to show off!"
"Mr. Zhang, some say that you’re arrogant and you look down on other racers, what do you have to say about that?" a reporter threw out a sharp question.
"What I say is simple, those who think I am arrogant just can’t match up to me—I’m not targeting anyone particular, just saying all of them are noobs," Zhang Menglong stated, "Anyone who disagrees is welcome to challenge me anytime, but don’t bother wasting my time unless the stake is at least 1 billion US dollars. I just want to be a quiet beautiful man, after all."
An expression of dissatisfaction seemed to arise from the foreign journalists, one bald foreign reporter stood up and asked directly in English, "Mr. Zhang, I find your behavior to be highly disrespectful. You should respect all racers!"
"I have always respected racers; it was they who first called me a coward," Zhang Menglong answered in impeccable English.
"Holy crap! Such fluent American English? Boss Zhang’s speaking skills are so strong!"
"Folks, I’m an English teacher, and his American English is on point. It sounds just like a native to me!"
"Wow, Boss Zhang has this skill too?"
"Mr. Zhang, they say Huaxia is the land of courtesy, but it seems that’s just an empty reputation," another reporter from Qingqiu stood up and said.
"Yes, yes, you’re right about everything. Confucius is yours, Huaxia is yours, the Earth is yours, the whole universe is yours!" Zhang Menglong replied fluently in Qingqiu language, "Don’t argue with me; if you argue, you’re right!"
"What are they saying?"
"Hahaha, Boss Zhang is calling them argumentative!"
"Boss Zhang knows Qingqiu language too?"
"Holy! An ordinary language genius?"
"Mr. Zhang, car racing is just a sport, and although you’re strong in this area, we in Kaibong also excel in many things worldwide. Your previous statement was inappropriate!"
"Kaibong language too? Are they trying to trip up Director Zhang?" At that, everyone began to see the signs. Journalists from all over the world were interviewing Zhang Menglong in various foreign languages. There Zhang Menglong stood alone on the stage without a translator. Not understanding would be incredibly awkward, even slightly embarrassing, as the whole world was watching live!
"Oh, if you are referring to the accomplishments and mastery in your country’s romantic action films, then I take back what I just said!" Zhang Menglong responded calmly and composedly.
Ever since the last time the Super God Academy had reconstructed Zhang Menglong’s body, he had felt his learning ability, memory, physical coordination, and spatial imagination had dramatically improved.
With just a bit of spare time, he had already mastered all the languages of the world, even those of lost civilizations Zhang Menglong was equally proficient in.
"Wow!" As the Huaxia audience who understood Kaibong listened to the translation, they all burst into applause.
"Awesome! Did he come from the De Yun Society with that eloquence?"
"English, Kaibong, Qingqiu, is there any language that Director Zhang doesn’t know?"
"It seems you are all quite interested in my linguistic skills," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "You don’t need to waste time trying to make me look foolish. To avoid being cursed at without understanding and to curse back in a way they won’t understand, I learned all the languages of the world!"
Zhang Menglong rattled off a long string of words, and astonishingly, no one in the audience could understand him.
"Mr. Zhang, what did you just say?" a Huaxia journalist asked.
"I was just wishing the foreign journalists a happy new year!"
"Pfft!" A brown-haired Huaxia youth burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" his companion asked.
"What Zhang Menglong just said was in the local language of the Maldives, it’s one of the least spoken languages in the world, and I just happened to have minored in it at university," the youth said, chuckling.
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"What did he actually say?"
"He was cursing those foreign journalists, saying they give birth to sons without assholes!"
"Hahaha!"
"Haha! Genius!"
"Learning all the languages in the world just to curse people, what can be more badass than that?"
"Director Zhang is awesome!" The nearby audience erupted into laughter.
The interview concluded amid a burst of laughter and applause. That evening, Zhang Menglong’s witty, humorous responses and his genius linguistic ability gained him countless new fans.
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In less than a week, three major news items emerged in the racing world:
"The God of Cars from America and the Aussie God of Cars both announced their retirement!"
"The God of Cars from Kaibong posted on social media that he would never touch a race car again in his life!"
"The Qingqiu God of Cars forcefully practiced drifting on a curve, accidentally went off the racetrack, and ended up severely disabled!"
Undoubtedly, all three news pieces were indirectly related to Zhang Menglong.
"Left quite the impression, huh!"
"Director Zhang, look at the fine mess you’ve created!"
"Don’t compare your money to Zhang’s, don’t race against Zhang, and don’t get into a spat with Zhang, because you’ll find out you’re just trash!" Discover more content at freewebnovel
"@Zhang Menglong! Come out and watch the drama"
"Sigh!" Zhang Menglong sighed as he looked at the frenzy of @mentions from netizens on Weibo and these three pieces of news, then shook his head, "People nowadays can’t take a hit! All weak and playful."
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