Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 343 "Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world".

The air inside the Dolby Theatre seemed to ignite instantly with Lin Zhou's deep Chinese.

The simultaneous interpreters in the audience were sweating profusely with anxiety.

They hadn't even recovered from Lin Zhou's cold, rapid-fire delivery, let alone perfectly translate those words full of Eastern connotations into English.

However, Lin Zhou didn't give them any time to perform at all.

He stood on that prestigious podium that should have belonged to Western rules, with a relaxed demeanor.

That natural, commanding presence made all the Western celebrities present, who were used to controlling the narrative, feel a strange unease.

"Western films teach you to escape."

Lin Zhou adjusted the microphone height, a cynical yet sharp smile playing on his lips.

He continued speaking in Chinese, his tone as steady as if he were chatting in his own living room, yet his voice was firm and resonant.

"But in our context, home is not just a coordinate; it is our backbone, our lifeblood."

"The tragic grandeur of 'The Wandering Earth,' the ultimate romance of taking the Earth on a journey, cannot be captured even a fraction of the essence by your translation software."

Although the celebrities in the audience were confused, they were awestruck by the absolute confidence emanating from Lin Zhou.

In this era where both looks and ability matter, Lin Zhou uses eight Oscars as his endorsement, and every word he utters becomes a divine pronouncement.

Many directors who were previously putting on airs now unconsciously straightened their backs, trying to decipher the meaning behind those syllables through Lin Zhou's expression.

Lin Zhou glanced at the audience.

His gaze swept across the faces of the producers who had previously denigrated Chinese culture in the media.

Those people were huddled in their seats, their faces alternating between red and white, so embarrassed they wished they could crawl under the red carpet.

"Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world."

Lin Zhou leaned forward slightly, his eyes as deep as the collapsing stars in the movie.

"Because it can not only carry logic, but also the resonance of souls that span thousands of years."

"Therefore, I will speak frankly here."

"If you want to truly understand this story about the continuation of civilization, please learn Chinese first."

"Don't let arrogance deafen you, for we will be the ones to set the standards for the future."

silence.

The Dolby Theatre fell into a deathly silence that lasted for three seconds.

This blatant and overwhelming cultural declaration is a scene unlike any seen in the century-long history of the Oscars.

Then, someone took the lead, and thunderous applause swept through the entire venue once again.

This time, the applause was even more enthusiastic than when they received the award.

That was the instinctive reaction after being conquered by the strong.

Whether out of genuine admiration or due to the terrifying pressure from the Lin Group, everyone chose to submit at this moment.

Su Qingge sat in the first row below the stage.

Her excessively beautiful peach blossom eyes were now filled with tears as clear as shattered diamonds.

That was pride, and also a deep affection unique to a woman.

She looked at the spirited man on the stage and remembered how he had fought his way through the cutthroat world of business to protect her.

From a discarded pawn to a legend, he not only regained his dignity but also earned the respect that was a century overdue for the entire Chinese-speaking culture.

"Mommy, even though Nuonuo doesn't quite understand what Daddy is saying, it sounds so cool!"

Nuonuo sat next to Su Qingge, looking like a delicately carved porcelain doll.

She imitated Lin Zhou, puffing out her little chest and repeating in a childish voice to the Oscar judges beside her:

"Learn Chinese well!"

The elderly judges, with their white hair, were amused by Nuonuo's voice, and the awkward atmosphere was instantly dispelled by her innocent and childlike tone.

They awkwardly tried to imitate the soft, lilting pronunciation, attempting to squeeze out a friendly word:

"Medium...temperature? Student...number?"

Nuonuo shook her head in disdain and sighed like a little adult.

"Oh dear, you guys are so slow! You can't even learn as fast as your little brother."

Su Qingge was amused by her daughter and reached out to rub her soft, round head.

She looked up and met Lin Zhou's gaze as he looked down at her.

Under the spotlight, Lin Zhou avoided being captured by all the cameras and microphones.

He winked at Su Qingge discreetly, exuding a roguish charm.

It's as if he's saying: Look, honey, I'm not bad at pretending, am I?

"Mr. Lin, this isn't just pretending, it's like you're tearing down the roof beams."

Su Qingge lowered her voice and mouthed a reply.

Lin Zhou chuckled and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, deftly picked up the trophy from the podium.

He didn't stay there to enjoy the cheers and adoration.

In his eyes, these so-called honors are not as meaningful as going home to cook a meal for his wife and children.

"Old Chen, let's go."

Lin Zhou stepped off the stage and casually stuffed a golden statue into Nuonuo's arms.

"Young Master, what about the victory celebration party..."

Old Chen approached with an embarrassed expression.

"It's cancelled."

Lin Zhou took Su Qingge's hand, his tone domineering and leaving no room for argument.

Tell them that Chinese classes have started.

"If you want to drink, go back and memorize the Three Character Classic first, then come back to talk to me about the contract."

Old Chen couldn't help but smile wryly as he watched Lin Zhou's rapid strides.

"With your request, translation dictionaries in Los Angeles will probably sell out tonight."

Lin Zhou laughed heartily, picked up Nuonuo, and strode out of the theater with Su Qingge.

The neon lights of Los Angeles shimmer under the night sky.

But he knew that from now on, the name of the East would be etched in those lights.

"Dad, why do we need to learn Chinese?"

Nuonuo sat in the car, holding the golden statue and asking curiously.

Lin Zhou turned his head and kissed his daughter's forehead.

"Because that's the most beautiful poem in the song your mother sang, and it's also the way home for us."

Su Qingge leaned on his shoulder, her eyes crinkling as she asked:

"Director Lin, shouldn't you be teaching those foreigners to sing 'Blue and White Porcelain' next?"

"That's a must. Anyone who can't sing it accurately shouldn't even think about getting the Lin family's investment."

Lin Zhou grinned mischievously, his eyes gleaming with an air of dominance as he looked out the window.

"Then I'll teach my little brother to speak Chinese too!"

Nuonuo raised her hand with great interest.

"So what do you plan to teach him first?"

Lin Zhou asked with great interest.

Nuonuo glanced at Lin An, who was blowing bubbles in Su Qingge's arms, and said seriously:

"Teach him to say first, 'My sister is the most beautiful!'"