So, the auditorium instantly became a vegetable market. The intellectuals opened their mouths and kept talking anger. There was only one spearhead of their words, that was Long Hao on the podium.

Located at the forefront of the wind and the attack of the crowd, Long Hao was not at all confused. He had expected this scene. For more than half a century, since the British Navy knocked on the gorgeous southern gate of China, revealing the extremely weak Qing Dynasty, the Chinese were far lower in the world than the whites.

Although Stanford and others are just a group of "novas", they also have an innate sense of racial superiority.

This sense of superiority cannot be erased without bloody war or subtle suppression. Fortunately, Long Hao did his homework.

Long Hao clapped his hands and shouted coldly: "Do you think you are amazing? There is a lot of noise and you don't know how to do academic research. If you don't follow me, Stanford University will be destroyed by you, the mediocre people!"

"Who is the mediocre?"

"Yes, don't swear. I graduated from Cambridge University and Mr. Stanford invited me to the high salary!"

"If we don't know how to do knowledge, do you, the oriental boy, understand?"

"Addians and experts in management! This is a very dangerous approach. I call on Princess Melissa to come out and replace this Oriental who doesn't know how to understand and treat savage as a means!"

In terms of eloquence, this group of intellectuals will not be afraid of anyone. Long Hao's words are like adding oil to the fire, and the vegetable market immediately becomes a fried vegetable market.

"No organization, no discipline!" A bell thunderous tone exploded from the stage, "Is this what you call cultivation?"

It seemed as if a large amount of bomb was lit in the auditorium. The noisy scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone covered their ears and looked at Long Hao with a majestic face in shock.

Oh my God, is this a voice that a person can make?

In fact, this is nothing to Long Hao. Even though he has almost achieved great success in his boy's skills, even though he has never practiced the Buddhist lion roar, he still emits high sound waves by controlling the vocal cords.

Seeing the buzzing 'flies', Long Hao took back his cold eyes, clapped his palms: "Are you mediocre, I don't have to say anything, and you won't be convinced! Then, let professionals prove it, compared with me, Chinese, are you top students from famous universities considered mediocre?"

With the crisp applause, the dark side behind the podium opened and a group of people walked out quickly.

The first one was the Westernized Rong Shangqin, and the next one was divided into two parts, some people held experimental instruments, and some people carried cameras and spotlights.

Rong Shangqin walked behind Long Hao and stood a little while, and the two people also scattered themselves and buried their heads in an orderly manner to prepare for the preparations at hand.

What is this for?

The people under the stage were stunned, looked at each other and asked each other: What are they going to do? There are also newspaper reporters who are also dispatched?

After a brief window, someone recognized someone who was fiddling with the experimental instruments on the podium and shouted softly: "Ah, I know that person, he is a professor of physics at Boston University!"

With the lead, other Stanford teachers were more or less surprised to find familiar faces on the podium, and this understanding made them more and more confused.

"Dear academia...elites!"
Chapter completed!